Novels by Osarumwense Osakue

The dressing room buzzed with energy, the air thick with perfume and excitement. Rows of mirrors lined the walls, reflecting the image of Lily and Maya as they stood side by side, putting the finishing touches on their looks for the Moonlight Dance.They were all smiles as they took their time to make sure they looked more beautiful than they have been all year. This was supposed to be a very special day for both of them and they wanted to look the part. Lily wore a flowing, deep red gown that hugged her figure perfectly, the fabric shimmering under the dressing room lights. Her long, dark curls fell down her back, and the delicate silver necklace around her neck added the final touch of elegance.Maya, standing next to her, looked just as stunning in a sapphire blue dress, the off-shoulder sleeves giving her a regal appearance. Her short, dark hair was styled in loose waves, and her makeup was jaw dropping.Lily sighed, taking in their reflections. "We actually made it, Maya."

As Lily qmd Maya got closer to the boutique, they made sure to keep their distance as they monitored their targets.The boutique was filled with soft classical music, the scent of expensive perfume lingering in the air. Rows of elegant gowns lined the walls, their sequined and satin fabrics shimmering under the bright chandeliers.Lily and Maya stood just outside the store, pressed against a decorative pillar, peeking inside like a pair of detectives on a stakeout."Okay, this is ridiculous," Maya whispered, adjusting her stance to get a better view. "But I can’t lie, I kind of love it.""Shh!" Lily nudged her. "We have to be quiet if we’re going to figure out what’s going on."Inside the boutique, Lucian was standing beside the mystery girl, his arms crossed as she held up a deep emerald dress, pressing it against herself. He nodded approvingly, and the girl beamed. They continued lookingthroughother clothes, occasionally laughing and whispering to each other.Maya narrowed her eye

The soft hum of the engine filled the car as Lily gazed out the window, watching the busy streets pass by. The town’s biggest mall stood just ahead, its glass windows reflecting the bright afternoon sun. Inside, countless shoppers bustled about, their excited chatter mixing with the faint sound of background music playing from the stores.Maya, sitting beside her, tapped away on her phone. "I still can’t believe we’re finally getting our dresses for the Moonlight Dance. It feels so real now."Lily turned to her, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I know. It’s like the final piece of the puzzle.""Exactly!" Maya grinned. "And I already have a vision for my dress. Elegant, sexy, but also just enough sparkle to make Graham lose his mind."Lily chuckled. "You’re really excited about this, aren’t you?""Duh!" Maya tossed her phone into her bag. "It’s not every day we get to have a perfect night with the people we love. And after everything we’ve been through? We deserve this, Lily."L

The grand dining hall in the Alpha mansion was bathed in golden candlelight, the scent of roasted meat and fresh bread filling the air. The long mahogany table was elegantly set with silverware and polished plates, while the large windows let in the glow of the moon. Lily sat between Lucas and Liam, across from Alpha Dean and Luna Ariel.Despite the warm atmosphere, her mind kept replaying Graham’s words from earlier that day."Lucas and Liam don’t think they need to ask you."Her grip tightened around her fork as she poked at her mashed potatoes, her appetite fading. She couldn't believe how clueless they were."So, Lily," Luna Ariel's voice pulled her from her thoughts, "you’ve been quiet all evening. Is something on your mind?"Lily hesitated for a second before deciding now was as good a time as any. "I was just thinking about the Moonlight Dance."Alpha Dean chuckled. "Ah, the famous tradition. I remember when I asked Ariel to the dance back in our school days. I made a compl

The scent of fresh plants and autumn leaves filled the air as Lily and Maya walked down the school hallway, their shoes tapping rhythmically against the polished floors. Sunlight streamed in through the large windows, casting golden streaks across the lockers. Laughter and chatter surrounded them, the school buzzing with excitement. Weeks had passed since the chaos with Alex, and life had finally returned to normal.Lily inhaled deeply, a smile stretching across her face. "You know, I never thought I'd say this, but it's actually nice having a normal day at school again. No kidnappings, no rogue wolves, no dramatic fights. Just classes and... the Moonlight Dance."Maya grinned, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I know, right? It’s like everything is back on track. And now, we get to focus on the important things—like waiting for our mates to ask us to the dance."Lily chuckled. "Right! I mean, I am expecting Lucas and Liam to ask me at some point. It is the proper t

A heavy silence hung over the battlefield, thick with tension and the scent of blood. The wolves surrounding Alex stared fiercely at him, their growls low and menacing, awaiting their Alpha Dean’s command. Moonlight shined across the road, casting eerie shadows on the wounded rogue who stood his ground despite his battered body.Alex's chest heaved with ragged breaths, his clothes torn and soaked in blood. Yet, despite the pain coursing through his veins, his gaze was still filled with defiance as he met Alpha Dean's unyielding stare.The towering Alpha took a deliberate step forward, his presence radiating an undeniable authority. His silver eyes bore into Alex like a predator assessing its prey. "Alex," Alpha Dean's voice was deep, steady, and laced with finality. "You stand accused of multiple crimes against this pack. Kidnapping, conspiracy, endangering the life of one of our own—Lily—and defying the authority of the Alpha."Alex sneered, blood dripping from the corner of his m

Fernando’s POV The night was thick with the scent of gunpowder as bullets ripped through the air, each one carrying the intent to kill. I bent behind the overturned car, gripping my gun so tightly my knuckles turned white. Marlo was beside me, reloading his weapon with the efficiency of a man who had danced with death too many times before. My men were scattered, ducking behind whatever cover they could find, exchanging gunfire with the bastards who dared to ambush us.I was filled with so much rage.My patience was at its breaking point, my fury barely contained beneath the surface. Michael was still missing, and now we had these worthless pieces of trash trying to gun us down. I clenched my jaw. Someone was playing games with me, and I wasn’t in the mood for amusement.A bullet bounced off the hood of the car, sending sparks into the air. Marlo cursed under his breath.“This isn’t working,” Marlo muttered. “They have us pinned. Every time we move, they push harder. We need a

Micheal's POV The second Ashley stepped out of the conference room, I knew this was my only chance.I didn’t hesitate.I exhaled slowly, my mind sharpening, my heartbeat steadying as I made my way toward the door.It was now or never and I needed to move quickly before I told myself this was a bad idea.I knew the layout of the building better than anyone. I had been here long enough to memorize every hallway, every security checkpoint, and every possible exit route.Getting out of here wouldn’t be easy, but it was possible.And I was about to prove it.I pressed my back against the cold wall, my breath slow and controlled. No need for unusual breathing which could call attention to my presence. The hallway was dimly lit, the fluorescent lights flickering slightly overhead. The FBI headquarters was quiet at this hour—most of the agents had gone home, and the ones still around were locked in their offices, finishing up reports or making calls.That worked in my favor.I kept my ste

Fernando’s POV I gritted my teeth as I stepped out of the black car and onto the empty street, the city lights casting making the road look less lonely than it already was.It had been hours. Hours. And still, there was no sign of Michael.Where the fuck was he?I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening as I turned to Marlo, who stood beside me, his face unreadable. The men behind us—six of them, armed and ready—waited silently for my next move. They knew better than to question me when I was in this state.We had searched everywhere.We had checked every lead, questioned every contact, and still—nothing.My patience was wearing thin.No, fuck that, my patience was gone.I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure, but the rage inside me was boiling over.Michael had been taken.And I had failed to protect him.That thought alone made my blood burn.I turned around and started walking again, my mind racing with possibilities. Who would have the guts to kidnap him? Who would dar

Michael's POV I paced the around the conference room like a caged animal, my hands clenched into fists so tight my nails dug into my palms. I was pissed.My entire body was vibrating with frustration, a storm brewing inside me that I had no way to unleash.This couldn’t be happening.They had removed me from the case.They had stripped me of my mission, my only chance at justice.For what?Because they thought I was too involved?Because they thought it was too dangerous?A bitter laugh escaped me, and I ran both hands through my hair, gripping it at the roots.Fernando Ramirez killed my sister.And now they expected me to just… let it go?No.I wouldn’t.I couldn’t.They had taken me off the case, but my evidence, my work, was still here, as if mocking me.The walls felt like they were closing in on me.I needed to do something.I needed to act.But what?What could I do when the very people who were supposed to help me were now standing in my way?The door creaked open.I turned s

Fernando’s POV My entire body was burning with raw fury, every muscle wound tight, my teeth grinding together so hard it hurt. I was raging. Who.Who would dare?Who would have the guts to take Michael from me?My vision was blurred with rage, my mind moving through every possible enemy I had—every rival, every snake who had ever crossed my path. But none of them would be this bold. None of them would be this stupid.Michael was mine.I had made it clear to everyone in my organization that he was under my protection. That if anyone so much as looked at him the wrong way, they would answer to me.And now he was gone.Vanished.Taken.My driver slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, the tires screeching as we turned onto the road leading to my mansion. I barely registered the guards opening the gates as my car drove through, my mind fixated on one thing—Michael’s disappearance and the incompetence of the fools who had let it happen.The moment I stepped out of the car, Marlo was th

Michael's POV Who the hell were these guys?Kidnappers?But not just any kidnappers. These weren’t some random thugs off the street. The way they handled themselves, the way they executed the grab—it was professional. Efficient.Which meant this wasn’t about money.No, this was about me.And there was only one reason I could think of why someone would want me out of the picture.I’d uncovered something I wasn’t supposed to.My mind raced back to what had happened earlier—the fake FBI attack on Rodger’s men. I had been digging, pulling at loose threads, trying to figure out who had orchestrated it. And I’d gotten too close.That had to be it.Whoever had staged that attack must’ve realized I was onto them. And now, they were tying up loose ends.I shifted slightly in my seat, testing the space around me. The car wasn’t armored—not completely, at least. If I had to, I could take my chances. A sharp elbow to the throat of the driver, a quick grab for the wheel—But then what? Even i

Riley's POV The car came to a smooth halt in front of the restaurant, its glowing elegance an extravagant display of glass and lights. The sheer elegance of the building was enough to make anyone feel out of place, but I was used to this now—Jaxon’s world of wealth and sophistication had become familiar territory. Before I could reach for the door handle, it swung open, revealing one of Jaxon’s bodyguards standing tall and imposing. His movements were precise, almost rehearsed, as he stepped aside to let me out. “Thank you,” I said politely, stepping onto the almost busy driveway. “Please let the driver know to stay ready. I won’t be too long.” The bodyguard nodded respectfully, his deep voice steady. “Understood, Mr. Matthews" he said.I adjusted my jacket, smoothing down the runples and took a moment to take in the sight of the restaurant. The evening air was delicious, the faint scent of sweet and expensive perfume being carried through the breeze. A valet hurried past,

Jaxon's POV The first thing I became aware of was a soft, persistent voice pulling me from the suffocating depths of unconsciousness. It wasn’t sharp or startling, but it was there—gentle and warm, like a light tug at the edges of my mind. “Jaxon… Come on, Jaxon. It’s time to wake up now.” Alexis. I’d recognize her voice anywhere, even in this hazy void. She was the only one that could annoy me to wake up.I tried to respond, to open my eyes, but my body felt like it was filled with something heavy.My limbs were tight, my chest tight, and even my eyelids refused to cooperate. Still, her voice didn’t falter. “You’re stronger than this,” she said, her tone firm but encouraging. “Riley needs you, Jaxon. We all do. So, wake up already!” That name—Riley. It sparked something in me, like a fire lighting in full force.Slowly, painfully, I willed my eyelids to move. The room around me came into focus, and the first thing I saw was Alexis’s face hovering above mine, her eyes wide

Riley's POVThe quiet of my apartment was a welcome change after the constant hum of the hospital. I didn't have to deal with the relentless beeping of the machines connected to Jaxon and I have to admit, I felt relived that I didn't have to listen to it, even if for just a few moments.It honestly wasn't easy living without Jaxon and I couldn't believe I had become so close to him, so much that I couldn't imagine how my life would have been if we never met.I guess that's what happens with someone takes a bullet for you.I set my bag down and pulled out my phone, intending to check the time, but a text notification caught my eye. It was from Chloe. "Hey, Riley. How’s Jaxon doing?" She asked and I could feel her concern just from reading her short message.I sighed, my fingers hovering over the keyboard before I finally typed out a response. "He’s still in the coma. The doctors don’t know when or if he’ll wake up" I replied, almost feeling like these words have become some kind of

Riley's POVThe steady hum of the machines filled the hospital room, a cruel reminder of Jaxon's fragile state. I sat beside his bed, my fingers holding his hand tightly, as if my touch could somehow bring him back to me. I couldn't deny it, I was actually hoping something like that would happen and finally end this nightmare once and for all.His face was pale, almost as pale as the clean hospital sheets, and the rhythmic beeping of the monitor was the only sign that life still flowed within him. It had been weeks—weeks since he’d taken that bullet meant for me, weeks since he’d fallen into this coma, and weeks since my entire world had come to revolve around this quiet, suffocating room. I sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “Jaxon,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the machines. “You have to wake up. Please. I don’t know how much longer I can do this without you.” There was no response, just the rise and fall of his chest, fixed and unchangin

Riley's POV The moment Jaxon hit the floor, my entire world shattered. I pleaded with him not to go into the light but as I knelt beside him, I could feel his life draining slowly.“Jaxon please don't leave me!” I screamed, holding his head and trying to get him to stay awake. His shirt was soaked with blood, the red stain spreading fast across his chest. My hands trembled as I pressed down on the wound, desperate to stop the bleeding. His eyes fluttered open for a moment, glazed with pain, and he gave me the faintest smile. “Riley…” “Don’t you dare,” I said, my voice breaking. “Don’t you dare leave me, Jaxon. Stay with me.” His breath hitched, shallow and ragged, as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. I pressed harder on the wound, my hands slick with his blood. The warm, sticky sensation made my stomach churn, but I couldn’t afford to think about that now. Arthur stood a few feet away, his face pale and eyes wide with disbelief. He stared at Jaxon as though u

Jaxon's POV The world seemed to tilt on its axis the moment my father pulled the gun from his jacket. Since when did my father carry a gun? This was entirely new to me and I tried my best to process fast what exactly I was stsriiat: the barrel of a loaded gun.Growing up, I have always looked at my father as a man of power, control, and manipulation. He didn’t need weapons—his words alone had the sharpness of blades. But there he was, holding a gun, his face twisted in fury, and the cold metal glinting under the dim light. “Drop the gun, Dad,” I said, my voice calm despite the storm of emotions raging inside me. “This isn’t you. This isn’t how we do things.” His grip tightened around the gun, his knuckles white. “Don’t lecture me, Jaxon. You have no idea what I’m capable of.” Riley’s voice trembled behind me. “Arthur, please… put the gun down. You don’t need to do this.” Arthur’s eyes darted to Riley, his hatred so palpable it felt like a physical force in the room. “Y