Novels by Osarumwense Osakue

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

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

Michael’s POVI tore the shirt over my head, taking it off with more force than necessary. The fabric clung stubbornly for a second before finally giving way, allowing me to throw it onto the chair in the corner of my dimly lit room. I stood before the mirror, glaring at my own reflection as if it had betrayed me.I could still feel the warmth of his lips on my hand and it only made me feel even more conflicted than I already was.I took a look at it, almost imagining him standing there just like he had done a few moments ago, while he kissed my knuckles with such delicate touch of his lips that I felt my breath hitch.Thus wasn't how it was supposed to go.My jaw clenched, my fingers twitching at my sides as I replayed that moment over and over in my head.Fernando.His voice. His words."I want to make you happy, Michael."Did he even know what my happiness entails for him to have the confidence to say such hollow words like they were supposed to mean something. I scoffed, shakin

Fernando’s POV“Well, well,” I said, tilting my head and turning my attention away from Michaeland focusing on whatever was happening here. “What a curious little meeting we have here.”Anabelle immediately straightened, her posture becoming rigidly formal.“Sir,” she said with the utmost respect, her voice steady but careful. “I—”I held up a hand, stopping her. “Anabelle,” I said smoothly, “what exactly are you doing outside the mansion at this hour? It is not your duty to patrol the gardens.”Her lips parted slightly, as if trying to come up with an excuse, but she hesitated. She knew better than to lie to me. Finally, after a very short while, she answered.“I saw Michael walking through the garden,” she admitted. “I wanted to follow him.”Michael scoffed under his breath, but I ignored him, keeping my eyes on Anabelle.I took another step toward her, closing the distance just enough to make her feel my presence. “And why did you feel the need to follow him?” I asked, my eyes s

Michael’s POVThe garden was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the distant chirping of crickets and the soft rustle of leaves as the night breeze moved through the trees. I reached into my pocket, feeling the edges of the phone I had stolen earlier. This device had served its purpose, but now it was a liability. If the FBI managed to track it, they’d find me, and I couldn't afford that—not when I was finally within reach of my revenge.I hid near the fountain, my fingers tightening around the phone. The realization had fully sunk in now: I was an enemy of the FBI. The people I had once worked alongside were now hunting me. It should have felt like a betrayal, but it didn’t.I had made my choice.With a swift movement, I slammed the phone against the edge of the fountain. The screen cracked instantly, but I wasn’t done. I raised it again, smashing it with more force. I took a deep breath, grabbed the remnants, and threw them into the thick bushes nearby.No loose ends.I was ab

Fernando’s POVThe air in the meeting room was thick with cigar smoke and tension. Rodger Holt sat to my left, his usual cocky smirk absent for once and his cold blue eyes scanned the room with distrust. Across from him, Nikolai Petrov leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. Santiago, always the most calm, adjusted his pristine cuffs, his expression unreadable beneath the dim chandelier light.I sat at the head of the table, fingers drumming against the polished surface, taking in the power dynamics before me. These were men who would slit a throat over a bad deal, men who did not fear death. But today, I needed them to fear me.I exhaled slowly and leaned forward.“We have a problem,” I began, my voice calm but filled with anger.Rodger raised an eyebrow. “What kind of problem?”I scanned the room, making sure every single one of them was paying attention.“The kind that could have turned into a war.”A flicker of interest passed over Nikolai’s face, but he said n

Michael’s POVDarkness.It stretched around me, thick and suffocating, pressing in from all sides. My breath came in short, shallow gasps as I reached out, searching for something, anything, to ground me. The ground beneath my feet felt solid, but the air was cold, unnatural, as if I were standing in a place that didn’t belong to the living.My fingers twitched. Where the hell was I?I turned slowly, trying to make sense of my surroundings. There were no walls, no ceiling, just an endless void stretching in every direction. The silence was deafening, filling my ears with an eerie hum. My heart pounded.Then, I heard it.Footsteps.Soft, deliberate, approaching from the darkness. I reached for my gun, but I wasn’t carrying one. My fingers curled into a useless fist.And then—I saw her.My breath caught in my throat.“No…”She stepped forward, emerging from the dark like a ghost, her legs barely touching the ground. Her hair was exactly as I remembered—long, dark waves falling pa

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