Novels by Ruth Jonah

I've known Jenny since like forever. We shared simply everything about our lives together to the extent that because of our friendship, our parents got acquainted with each other.Jenny got her first heartbreak while at prom, fury ran through my veins and I was forced to confront Terry. Terry blurted out that he'd been forced into a relationship with her, he didn't like her. I had no choice but to comfort Jenny.I knew how Jenny could be, haunting, rude, and spoilt to the core. Yeah, you know it. She was stinkingly wealthy with maids trouping around her to serve her needs. I wanted to cling to the fact that Jenny and I were great friends, but time and again she had always proved to me that I was merely her tool.We got into college and everything changed. Jenny got a new boyfriend and I knew I was in trouble. His name was Jeff Sanderson, a footballer who was skilled in American football and had great eyes for girls. It was obvious that Jeff was a Cassanova and the two love birds were

Overwhelmed 2Don Julio clambered up to his feet after rolling off from her body. The towel which had hung miserablely around their waist, loosened and fell around his feet.Kiara's jerked slightly when her eyes fell upon him. His rod was quite a staff, she mused. Memories like vapour coursed through her sending cold chills through her spine. She remembered it all now. She understood why his body had felt strangely familiar. What had seemed like a dream to her had occurred. He stretched out one of his hands towards her. Her stomach churned, as her brows knitted yet she found herself clasping his grip while he pulled her up.Don noticed a sheen of sweat on her cheeks, the reddening of her face, and her hands moving in jerks. He picked up the towel and handed it over to her. She would need it the most.His emerald eyes searched Kiara's as if he were pleading with her. With a subtle jerk of his head, he motioned to the door which had been knocked on again."Don't," Kiara's voice wavere

Overwhelmed There had been a criminal on the run and the Hayhill community had been warned to steer from dark corners and report any notorious criminal found.Kiara and Mia had joked over it while staring at the supposed television. The two had been childhood friends and they knew how rumours like this had disrupted the activities of the day in the time past.Most of the neighboring communities hadn't taken these tales to mind, so why should Hayhill?"You had better lock ya door behind ya since you live all alone in ya expensive pent-like house," Mia said jokily to Kiara as they both parted away.Kiara laughed at that. "And I'll be glad to help your father shove his rifle to the face of the criminal once he is caught." Kiara waved her off while leaving the shopping mall. Mia's father was a sergeant, so the town was secured, Kiara thought to herself.Kiara was exhausted, down to the bones. She walked into her house and threw her bag to the coach while pulling herself out of her dress

Stalking The CEO 3 I was surrounded by a reeking confidence that had me shaken to the marrow. I had the instinctive notion that Raphael Turner wanted me as much as I did. And when I found him still in his robe, I clambered to the bed, hoping for the worst. His eyes peered down at me as his sash loosened. One of his hands clamped down on mine. "What are you doing?" He asked. His voice yet held that commandeering tone. I tried a lazy smile and batted my lashes at him while I pushed back his hand. One push at his robe had me gasping in horror. He was huge down there and had me wondering if he would fit into me. I had never done this before. What was I doing? To pull back would look stupid to him, so I must continue. My eyes flickered back to his gaze while I grazed my hand on his broadened chest, marveling in self-delight how beautiful he was. He watched me still never saying a word while my hands worked magic. My hands dived lower, combing through the mild curls surrounding his ma

I must have been crazy turning down such a juicy offer. She was only but a girl who was desperate to have her needs met.And I certainly wouldn't give her what she needed. I wasn't made to believe such weak and easy tales.I knew she had been stalking me, from the park, down to my house, to the office and the grocery store. I was bound to make her hate me, but that did not deter her one bit.She seemed more spirited, skirting away from morals and needing to do the needful. She was someone I knew but didn't know.The thought of her breasts, thoughts that they could fill my hands had me aroused yet again. One good thing was how I had willed myself in not giving in to the temptations but I didn't know how long my self-control would last. So, she had to go.I must snap out of all lucid dreams about her, I was old enough to become her father. Why then was I nestled deep in the thoughts of her?I passed by her house when returning home, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. I would be a bad man

What was the word?The word that vividly captures how heavenly and striking Raphael was. It was outrageous that I was his stalker.I mean, I'm a plain-looking girl becoming an adult who was still struck down with low self-esteem and a drawing book to betide myself.But when he did pick up my younger sister who had fallen while playing before me while we were at the park, I knew at that point that I wanted him.Raina, my sister raced towards me after he had strutted off raving about how this handsome man was everything like a dad.We never had a dad, and Raina possibly saw him as one but I wasn't seeing him as one. I was having dirty thoughts, and those thoughts riled me into a stalker. Next, I'd stepped up my game walking up to him in the grocery store while pretending it was a coincidence. But what I saw of him should have propelled me into hating him. Funnily, fluids dropped from the folds of my organ.He had thought that I had wanted to rob him only to have the cops rained on me.