Novels by Latcece

Kendrick“You can do a fucking DNA all you want, Kendrick. I don't care and I don't give a damn!” “Oh, you are pushing me to the wall, Kiara? Aren't you?” “Of course, I am. You don't trust me. You just come up and decide to have a DNA test? Didn't you fuck me? Didn't you get me pregnant? Why are all of these changing? Why do you now doubt that I'm the mother of your child?” she questioned and that was the last conversation we had before I found myself in the hospital. ***I hated the smell of hospitals but Kiara pushed me this far. The sterile scent of the doctor’s office clung to the air and it was heavy and suffocating. I sat rigidly in the chair with my hands gripping the armrests so tightly that my knuckles were beginning to turn white. Across from me, the doctor adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Mr. Kendrick, but the test results are conclusive. Cassie is not biologically your daughter.”I shot out of my chair, letting out a low growl at first. “You

MickeyThe day went by quickly and it truly felt like a calm after a heavy storm. For the first time in years, I could breathe freely, unburdened by anything going on around me. The authorities had moved swiftly after receiving our evidence, and the Kendrick’s were finally being held accountable for the death of my parents. This was not enough revenge for me but it was a start. Let them have a taste of their own medicine. Today was about moving forward, about honoring my parents in the way they deserved. Because as it seems, they were finally getting the justice that they deserved. I stood in front of my new boutique with the sign above the door. "The Darwins." I traced the carved letters with my eyes and my chest tightened with a mix of pride and bittersweet joy. Their names. Those were my parents’ names.“You are going to cry, aren’t you?” Derrick teased from behind me. His warm voice came in, making my heart sink. I turned to look at him, blinking rapidly to keep the tears

MickeyI heard some slow, hesitant knocks on my door that made me get up and leave what I was doing. The knock on my door was almost timid, like the person on the other side was not sure they should be there.I took a while before opening the door for the supposed visitor and I took a quick glance at the clock on the wall. It was late. I mean, it was too late for casual visitors to come to visit me. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a face I had not seen for a long time. Kiara. “What the hell are you doing at my house?” I yelled as bad memories began to flood into my mind again. She was the last person I wanted to see at this time. Kiara, the lady who stole Kendrick away from me and opened her legs for him so that he could put a baby inside. “I know that you don't expect me to be here…but..”“But, what? Listen, I think you missed your way,” I said almost shutting the door against her but she held the door firmly, stopping me from shutting it. For a second, my eyes just r

MickeyThe audacity that some men had needed to be studied as a full course in school. Kendrick was one of those men that needed to be studied. Seeing him again some days back, only made my heart ache. I was beginning to heal and forget everything about him until what happened, happened and he was in front of me. How pathetic. “But what if Kendrick still loved me? What if he was serious about still being in love with me? What if he just wanted me to forgive him and he had truly repented?” The questions went through my mind like a running chaos and I had no other option but to shut it out. I am done with Kendrick. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Derrick asked and I was pulled out from my thoughts. “oh, yes. I'm sorry. I was just thinking. Let's continue,” I said and Derrick stared at me as if I had gone insane.The files sat on the table between us, it was a damning pile of aged documents, faded photographs, and scrawled letters that felt scary. My hands trembled as I flipped throu

KendrickNews reached me that Mickey was getting her hands stained with dirty secrets. I never expected her to be this relentless. Mickey was supposed to be like her father. She was smart, yes, but cautious.She was a woman content to stay within the safe confines of her boutique and was too wary of danger to poke at things better left buried.But here she was, tearing through shadows. I had spent years carefully hiding that secret from her. Right from when she was still my wife, till now that we are divorced. Yes. My parents were the ones responsible for the death of her parents and I still had the guts to put a baby in her and shatter her heart into pieces. I was still nursing my wounds from when she rejected me and lied about me to her daughter and now, this? I didn't care this time. I had to see her unannounced. I was in front of her boutique and I watched her from the window of my car as she stood outside her boutique, talking animatedly with a man that I had no idea who he w

MickeyThe wave of unrest I had felt in the last couple of days was enough to make me go nuts. Right now, I was in a quiet cafe where you can't dare to talk loudly. If you do, the eyes of everyone would be on you.I stirred at my tea absentmindedly and my mind wandered to different places as I waited for him to arrive. My hands were clammy despite the cool breeze coming in through the open window.Across from me, Derrick sat with his arms crossed and with him, I felt different. I don't know if he knew how I felt about him but most times, I wish he would never leave my sight even for a second. And trust me, he was doing just that without me mentioning it to him. Derrick had not left my side since I told him about the note.He was not saying much, but his watchful eyes scanned every corner of the room, as if expecting danger to leap out of the shadows.“He will come,” Derrick assured me, breaking the silence. “I know,” I murmured.But did I really know? The truth was, I didn’t know