Novels by Solomon Emmanuel

SophiaI didn't flinch. Not when the message burned across my screen, Not when Alex gazed at me as if I were the question and the answer, Not when the walls in this house... my house started to feel like paper on fire. "You still don't know what you are." The words weren't a threat. They were a taunt. A dare. And something else. Something worse. A truth."What does it mean?" Alex whispered, even though his voice was already coming undone. I looked down at the necklace, the one I'd worn since childhood, a gold spiral of metal and negative space. The missing stone wasn't a mistake. It was never decoration. It was a key. A message. Something left to me by a woman I was never able to meet. Elara.Elara Vance.My mother.His mother's sister.And the entire world crumbled under my feet."Tell me this doesn't make us... " he began."It doesn't," I cut in, sharp and fast. "Our parents weren't together. Yours loved your father. Mine died trying to expose the ones who destroyed her

SophiaThe lights didn’t just flicker, they died.The sudden blackness swallowed everything, leaving only the sound of my own breath, jagged and alert. My heart jackhammered against my ribs, instinct bracing me before my mind could catch up.Alex moved instantly. Silent, precise. A shadow brushing past me as he reached for the gun tucked in the hollow behind the liquor shelf. I didn’t flinch. I knew better now.I wasn’t the girl who used to ask permission to fight back."Down," he whispered.I crouched, flattening myself beside the heavy armchair, eyes adjusted to the outlines. The comms had gone silent. Whoever triggered it didn’t want us warned. But it was already too late for them.Because Chloe wasn’t just walking into a house.She was walking into her reckoning.Boots echoed in the hallway.I counted two sets. Maybe three. Too light for Nathan. Too tactical for Bellion. Not Chloe either... she never got her hands dirty. No, she paid others to do that for her.The first shot wasn’

SophiaAlex's study tasted like decisions. Heavy. Bitter. Smelling of the burden we both knew was going to befall us.He hadn't uttered a sound since I'd given him the pages, Chloe's writing, her hubris bare on every page, in every carefully disguised betrayal and deal. He read slowly, methodical, as if dissecting her lies with a scalpel.I stood at the window, arms folded, watching twilight fall into the cracks of the city. It seemed smaller from up there. Controlled.Contained."You're quiet," I said eventually, my tone a low buzz, too soothing for the turmoil in my heart.Alex didn't look up. "Because if I do, I may tell you how much I want to destroy everything."I turned to him. "Then say it.".His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I lost the ability to breathe."I want to take her reputation, her company, her legacy. I want to make Chloe disappear like she made you disappear. But more slowly. So she can see it coming."My lips curled, not into a smile... no, that feeling ha

AlexThe world did not explode in fireworks. It fell apart in the silent cracks.I was at dawn on the east edge of the roof of the manor, the sky bleeding into shades of bruise and fire. Another day, another thread breaking. Nathan's kingdom had started to rot from the inside out, and he hadn't even been aware that the worms were his own people.Bellion stood at my shoulder, silent as always, a specter in suit jackets and restraint."She moved the next pawn," he said, glancing down into the street below where the black SUV parked, one of ours."She was always the better chess player," I grumbled, drumming on the railing with my fingers, timing out the seconds until Nathan snapped.Twelve.That's how long it took.Bellion's com crackled, and then the voice, husky, claustrophobic."Holding an emergency board meeting," he told him. "He's playing it straight down the line. Asset freeze. Public denial. Legal counter-attack.""It's a scandal, is it?"Bellion's mouth flexed. "It's a reckonin

SophiaThe smell of her cologne still in the air.Vanilla, amber, something synthetic trying to mimic heat. Chloe only put it on whenever she needed to pretend to have a soul.I waited in ambush in the tribune room's peeling pillars and broken crystal chandeliers, a poetic observation of what both of us had become. Queens without kingdoms. Sisters without blood. Enemies by design.The air lay heavy. There was ancient judgment within these walls. Sentences echoed through seams in the ceiling.I had wished she'd hear it also.She appeared with her heels clicking as though she owned moments. No guard. No hesitation. Just this smirk carved upon her lips like she'd already emerged victorious.I didn't move.I stood until she was three strides past the threshold before I shattered the silence."You actually believed I'd stay in the ground, didn't you?"She ceased her movement.I advanced one slow, measured step, letting the light strike my face first. Her eyes expanded, shock curving into c

AlexI wasn't supposed to hear her voice yet. Not until I'd processed it. Until I'd decompressed it into a form the human brain could comprehend.But there it was. Raw. Distorted. Defiant."I didn't die," she asserted.I stared at the encoded waveform across the black terminal screen, her voice wavering through the circuit like a ghost crawling through noise.She was alive. She'd woken up—and I wasn't ready for what that entailed."She drugged me again," she gasped, breath thin but clipped. "She wanted me under."My jaw snapped shut. Chloe.Of course.I'd suspected she wasn't loyal, but this? She was racing so fast on the betrayal before the dirt had even settled on Sophia's empty grave."She hired Deimos," Sophia continued. "They're attacking the compound before Athena can get wind. They think I'm out of the game.""They're making a play," I snarled. "Premature. Amateurish.""Let them."She had sounded like war in silk. Broken but smoldering. And like that, the plan was changing. Aga