Novels by Jubril Zainab

SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWThe knock at the door followed by the sound of the key turning woke me from. my slumber. I looked at the door to see who would come in and saw that it was the housekeeper.She had different bags of clothes in her hands which she took to the walk in closet. A few minutes later, she came out with a simple white dress in her hands. It looked like a corporate attire and in her other hands, she held a pair of white heels"il Padrino vuole che tu indossi questo (the Don wants you to wear this" she said in Italian and placed the dress on the bedo looked at her dumbfounded and confused as I did not understand what she said. The language she spoke was still lost on me. She gesticulated after realizing that I did not understand her."oh you want me to put this on?" I said and she nodded as though she understood me and walked out of the room.A part of me wanted to defy Dominc by sitting in this room and not following his command but the fear of what he would do to my fa

CHAPTER FIVE. CHAPTER FIVE. SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW The drive to his apartment was quiet. I said nothing the situation I was in didn't Dawn on me untill the car stopped before the fancy building in a neighbourhood I had no idea of. The way I was pulled out of the car was both rough and gentle and the same time, like he wanted me to know who was boss and didn't want to hurt me at the same time. As we drew closer to the doors of the apartment, it finally kicked in that I knew nothing of this man and the situation I was in so I stated screaming and kicking against him as he pulled me in. “No! Let me go you bastard! Let me go now! I don't want to go in with you!" I screamed " You do not have a choice” he said and grabbed me by my arm and next thing I knew, he put me in his shoulder like a sack of rice like I weighed nothing. I smacked his back and kicked my feet but stopped when suddenly,I felt a snack on you ass ….. did this man just spank me??? I asked myself “Don't spank me!

CHAPTER FOUR.DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEWThe drive down the king, lonely road to the maximum holding center was silent and long. I looked at the driver and the guards that were in the bus along side me and I laughed again as rage simmerred“Do I have to tell you what t do or would you like a bullet?" I asked and like clockwork, the guards stood at once and the one with the key to the cuffs came foward and freed me from the restraints.“We apologise sir, we didn't know if you would consider it appropriate if at anyone of us touched you.” He said and I simply looked at him. I was furious and my beast demanded blood and revenge.“Where's my suit?" I asked as I looked at the state of the suit I was in. It's sleeves were roughed up and stuck out in an awkward manner, the collars of my shirt was roughed up from the way that officer whose name I learnt to be Jones, held them. I wanted revenge and I wanted it immediately.One of the guess brought forward my suit and by this time, the bus had st

CHAPTER THREE.SABINE'S POINT OF VIEWI had had my bath and decide to do a deep clean of my apartment thinking it would help me forget the activities of the night before when my father called me saying“Hey baby girl,you wanna come with me to court today? I caught that big shot criminal I was telling you about the other day and today's the trial”" Really? Um…well I was actually going to clean my apartment but you know what why not? I'll be there in a hour” I said to him and hung upI quickly dressed and rushed out of my apartment. I called a Uber as I got dressed and he was already here. I got in, gave my address and plugged in my air pods.…..Before I knew it, the car stopped in front of the court building,I got out after paying and rushed in to avoid the incoming rain as the clouds has gathered as though the universe knew that today would determine the fate of someone.I spotted my dad next to the water dispenser as he got himself some warm water,it was a cold day.“Boo!" I said

CHAPTER TWODOMINIC’S POINT OF VIEWAll my life, I have only ever known of blood. From the moment the doctor brought me out of the darned woman that had the misfortune of bringing me into this world. I had my first kill at the age of ten; the woman assigned to me by my foster mother rubbed my body in a manner I hated to I took the toothbrush by the side and stabbed her eye with it. I proceeded to slit her throat after that; it was my most messy kill. I remember my small hands feeling too messy and that was why I always had a hand towel on me wherever I went. My second kill was the judge and my therapist at the age of fifteen. I had been sent to a correctional facility by the judge and assigned to a therapist for my “strange behaviour” as the judge has said.I found my hatred for labels then. I remembered the way the judge’s face scrunched up as he labelled my new found activities, he called me a psychopath, the rage I felt at the sound of that was unlike any one in my age range. I vo

CHAPTER ONESABINE'S POINT OF VIEW"Take it Dolcezza!" I heard the husky voice is the stranger as thrusted in me savagely. I was blindfolded and it made me feel everything in a heightened way. I felt the way his hips crashed into me with his Savage thrusts, the way his hand tightened around my wrists as he held them above my head, the way he squeezed my right breast as he bit into the sensitive spot on my neck. I moaned loudly as I felt my release draw closer and closer each second more heightened than the last. He had been fucking me for the past... I had no idea of time anymore. His breath against my cheek smelled of whiskey and rum... It drove me wild as it made my pleasure more passionate.I remembered why I decided to explore beyond my vanilla taste and visit a sex club. My friend Christine whose father apparently ran the club gave me the idea as well as an exclusive list of possible partners.All I had to do was fill the form including questions about my height, race, prefer