Novels by Jollypearl Bassey

“Do you enjoy wasting people's time, or it's a habit you just developed?” George snarled. He swore not to get himself involved in another heated moment with the cops anymore. Unfortunately, Rhoda pushed his button, forcing him to go against his will.“That's Officer Lucas. He's going to attend to you. He's responsible for this case,” Rhoda confessed just to roll the burden away from her heart. “You bitch! You had to find a way to force me into this mess. I am going to make you pay for what you just did.” Lucas threatened Rhoda. He was sending signals to Rhoda not to point at him, but she wasn't paying attention. Guilt and anxiety had taken over her soul. The only thing she was interested in was seeing Dexter and his Father leave. “I am sorry, Sir. I had no choice I was under immense pressure,” Rhoda apologized. Unfortunately, the apology was rejected immediately as Lucas continued to yell at her. “Keep your damn apology to yourself. I don't want to hear it. Why didn't you te

Five minutes had gone past and Dexter was still chewing his nails, thinking of his decision. He feared making the worst decision that was most likely to ruin his life for good. As much as Dexter hated being locked up in the police station for too long and would do anything to buy his freedom, he still wasn't satisfied with his Father's decision. He wished his Father would reconsider his decision and have mercy on him. Getting married to Ciara wasn't what Dexter had envisaged in his lifetime, because they never liked each other from the onset. He never for once, found Ciara worthy enough to be his girlfriend, let alone his wife. He had a feeling that the marriage wouldn't even leave for a week before they finally got divorced. “You should know that being kept quiet is what I hate the most, Dexter. Yet, you keep doing it to me. Do you think I'm here to look at your ugly face? I've got other important stuff to worry about. Instead, I chose to come here and save your sorry ass.

"My son? What the hell are you talking about, Kelly? I can't see anybody here. Please where's Dexter? Or have you started imagining things? Perhaps, we should have your head examined because it's obvious that you're losing it already," George taunted Kelly. But it was Dexter who felt it the most. Dexter felt humiliated by his Father's derogatory remarks about him. To Dexter, that was worse than being abandoned in the police custody. That was the moment he wished that his Father never agreed to show up. Because the presence of his Father makes no difference to him whatsoever. "Now this is getting serious, George.When did you suddenly become a comedian? Are you saying that you can't recognize your son anymore or what?" Kelly frowned. The whole thing was starting to look like a joke to him. He doesn't understand George anymore because that wasn't their initial plan. George stood up and pointed towards Dexter. "Kelly, take a good look at this man standing here. Does he have any s

Rhoda hasn't rested since she escorted Dexter to see his Father. Rhoda wasn't with them in the visitor’s room but her heart won't stop beating faster. This was the only time she ever wished that Dexter would be granted bail by his father so she could be free from the pressure the coopers had heaped on her. As Rhoda mauled over her thoughts, Lucas walked past her unnoticed. He returned to her duty post when he noticed that Rhoda refused to acknowledge his presence. "Hey, Rhoda. How's it going with you?" Lucas waved at Rhoda to get her attention. He did that the second time, yet there was no response from Rhoda. Not even a blink of an eye. It appears that she was lost in profound thought judging from the way she placed her hands below her jawline. Fed up with seeking Rhoda's attention, Lucas slammed the desk In frustration to awaken her lost soul. "Good day, sir," Rhoda hurriedly greeted Lucas and did the salutation to welcome him. "How long have you been standing here, sir?"

He threw the car keys to Romeo and pointed to a blue Lexus Rx car. "You see that over there? That's the one we are going with," "We are here now," Romeo announced. It was a twenty-minute drive. The shortest drive that George has ever had. "So fast?" George asked. He thought it was gonna be a long journey. "Yes, so fast. I could understand your reaction. It's because it's your first time," Romeo explained. Then he went ahead to narrate everything that needed to be known about the station. He laid more emphasis on Rhoda and Officer Lucas than anyone else. To him, those two were the real vampires of the station. "I've heard everything you said. We will be back in ten minutes," George told Romeo as they stepped outside. "Ten minutes? I seriously doubt that," Romeo laughed. He can't see how that will be achieved when Rhoda and Lucas are In the picture. "You took the car keys, didn't you?" Kelly reminded George. He has been harboring that question In his mind for a while now."O

Kelly and George went back to Romeo with a different kind of mood that seemed a lot more encouraging. Most especially George, who almost kicked Romeo out of the house a while ago because he thought that Romeo was an imposter. “Are you both done with the private talk already? What was the conclusion? Do I need to stay or leave?” Romeo asked in anticipation. Romeo's heart was beating faster. He saw the smiles on Kelly's face, yet he wasn't convinced. The last time he checked, George was Dexter's Father and not Kelly. He still can't fathom how Kelly was putting in more energy in the case than George, who's the biological father of Dexter. Now he knows why no one has shown up to bail Dexter yet. “We have agreed to come with you to the station to see Dexter” George finally agreed. He had to glare at Kelly before responding. “That sounds like a great idea. I bet Dexter will be so happy to see you. He can't stop talking about you. However, we might have a slight problem,” Romeo frown

The Power of ChoiceThe Allure of PowerWith his body bruised from the ordeal, Damon staggered into the middle of the maze. The ground beneath his boots appeared to throb with life, and the air was thick with vitality. A luminous sphere, pulsing with an unearthly light, stood at the center of the clearing. Its surface glistened as if it held a thousand galaxies whirling in both harmony and turmoil.His instincts told him to keep away, but he hesitated. But he could not ignore the voice in his head.The Moon Goddess said, "Take it," in a calming yet firm voice. You have the opportunity to change your destiny. You can undo all of your mistakes and the suffering you've caused.Damon clenched his fists at his sides. The words pierced deeply, slamming into the shame he bore like a burden. He had devoted a significant portion of his life to pursuing power, only to discover too late the devastation it brought with it."And how much does it cost this time?" His voice could hardly be heard abo

Self-AcceptanceTurning to Face the Shadow With the thorny walls pressing in like onlookers to a long-awaited war, the clearing in the maze seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Iris stayed immobile, her head whirling and her body tense. Slowly, like a predator chasing its prey, the shadow picture of herself circled about her. With malice in its voice, the shadow hissed, "You think you can save them?" "Even you cannot save yourself." Iris said, her voice strong in spitedespitery tugging at her core, "I'm not here to save myself." Her wrist mark started to glow, light warm, and steady. Something between a grimace and a smile twisted the shadow's face. Falsehoods. You've been afraid all your life. Fearful of reality. Fearful of your strength. Fearful of the person you will become if you accept it. Iris forcefully stated, "I don't have to listen to you." Her chin was up as she stepped forward. "You are only a mirror reflection. A distorted sliver of myself that I no longer require

Desperation and ResolveThe Last TrialAs he paced the crumbling remnants of the make-believe packhouse, Aiden declared, "I won't accept this," in a voice full of determination. His eyes blazed with rage, and his hands clenched into fists. "Something we're lacking must be a means to stop it." Iris sat with her head bent on the edge of a broken bench. In an attempt to remain stable, the brilliant mark on her wrist pulsed a little like a heartbeat. She whispered, "Aiden, you heard her." I'm dying over the mark. It is beyond your power to combat. Aiden's face tensed as he turned around. "What she said doesn't matter to me. A path is always possible. All you need to do is want to locate it. Damon's face was expressionless as he rested against a damaged wall. "Power always comes with a cost," he stated somberly. "Aiden, she is not an exception. You cannot continue to act as though we can resolve this with simple willpower. "You can say that with ease," Aiden retorted, looking at Damon

Power’s CostA Lethal TrapThe walls of the makeshift packhouse twisted and shifted about Aiden and Damon as they stood back-to-back. The space seemed to be alive, thriving on their mistrust and annoyance. With each step, a new trap was set off, whether it was phantom claws snatching at their throats, spikes blasting from the walls, or the floor crashing into emptiness."Time is of the essence!" A shaft of ice sprang from the ceiling, and Aiden snarled as he barely avoided it.Damon kicked a pressure plate that activated a second set of traps and said dryly, "I noticed." Just in time to prevent a collapsing beam, he yanked Aiden back. "You're awful at staying alive if you're always trying to be the hero."Wiping perspiration from his brow, Aiden shot back, "And for someone who's supposed to be all-knowing, you're doing a lousy job of getting us out of here."Damon's keen eyes searched the room for anything that didn't belong. He whispered, "This isn't just a trap." "This is a test."

Secrets UnveiledDamon's Disclosure The tension between the three of them was nearly intolerable, and the air was thick. With his focus locked on Damon, Aiden navigated the devastated landscape of the shifting void. As the tumultuous discovery swirled about them, Iris stood a few meters away, her fists clenched. With a voice as keen as a sword, Aiden stated, "You're going to tell us everything." "No more half-truths, no more lies." Damon's jaw clenched, but he kept his head down. His typically steady hands shook at his sides. He murmured, "You think I wanted this?" "What you wanted doesn't matter to me," Aiden screamed. "You tricked us. You fooled her. "Enough!" Iris cut in, her voice calm yet tremulous. She moved in front of them, staring at Damon. "What do you conceal? Telling us the truth is vital if you wish to be rescued. Damon hesitated, glancing quickly at the faintly lighting emblem on Iris's wrist. With the weight of his confession straining to topple him, he inhaled de

Trust TestedThe Packhouse MirrorThere was an oppressive silence when Iris opened her eyes. She blinked as she became aware of her surroundings. She appeared to be standing in the packhouse, but something wasn't quite right. The air seemed heavy, pressing against her chest, and the walls shined oddly, as though they were made of polished glass. Aiden and Damon stood across the room, their postures rigid. Their normally recognizable looks were aloof, and it was unclear what they were feeling. Iris shouted out in a tremulous voice, "Aiden." "Damon. What is going on? Aiden's angry and piercing eyes suddenly shifted to her. "You brought us here." "What?" Iris stepped back, her heart pounding. "No, I didn't! I have no idea where "here" is! "Don't you always have an answer?" Damon crossed his arms and spoke in a chilly tone. "You're at the center of everything that goes wrong." "That is unfair!" Iris objected. Her mark flashed dimly as she tightened her hands. "We're caught up in som