Novels by Aumoe Noor

Hannah“No, our parents are dead.” Michael's firm voice is like a bucket of cold water, wrenching me from my grand delusions, “Sadly, they didn't survive the fire.”“Oh,” I muttered, lowering my head to hide the tears that suddenly welled up.I'd known the truth. I knew it wasn't possible. There was no reason for my parent to still be alive and not come for me and yet I'd held on to hope.That by some miracle, they were well alive and healthy somewhere waiting for me.The sadness doesn't diminish, no matter how hard I try and I can't help it when A single silent tear trickles down my cheeks.I sighed deeply, and leaned into my seat, a soft cushioned chair, facing opposite Micheal. We are alone in his office. Ana had left after delivering me to Micheal, with a promise to return and a wink.Although I am grateful for her advice, there is still a tension between Micheal and I, like an invisible screen standing in-between and I can't bring myself to look at my brother.A few minutes ago

HannahIs this for real? I muttered to no one in particular, my mouth open wide at the opulence before me.“This will be your room, miss” Ana the woman Micheal later introduced to me would be my guide said pushing the door open, her lips upturned in a soft smile. “It is not much but it is what we could come up with, considering the little time Boss gave us.”Not much? Balked, staring back at the room she had escorted me to, painted with the lightest shade of purple, it contained a maxi bed, two process cupboards, a wardrobe, and a plush cream carpet, that looked good enough to sleep with. Not commenting on the mini fridge and speaker I see perched on the cupboard.If this wasn't much then what was? Her words totally destroyed my worldview.“You knew I was coming,” I asked my voice sharper than I intended, my eyes focused on her for any change of expression.Ana shook her head, “Not really. It's just Boss Micheal was lucky to have overheard a girl fitting your description was to be sol

Hannah I stared in awe at the pair of black eyes holding my gaze. The man in front of me is broad shouldered and tall, with tiny scar littered all over his tanned skin, but that doesn't hide his good looks. Or the smirk he was currently throwing my way. His arm is folded. “Throwing punches huh?' he drawled, leaning on the closed door, "I see you've finally grown a backbone since the time we last met.” The makeshift weapon trembles in my hands before they clatter on the ground and my hands reach out to cover my mouth, muffling my shout of joy. “Micheal?” I asked as though unsure of the person I was seeing. How. Why. How could I explain that the man accessing me looked exactly like my brother, except for his broad shoulders and height, his eyes remained as I remembered it. But that wasn't possible, it couldn't be, Micheal had gone missing at the age of sixteen. The pack warriors has gone in search of him and had concluded he had died. Tears pooled in the pockets of my eyes as th

Hannah No. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. My plans of escape was slowly slipping out my fingers, I might be innocent but I still understood business, I knew I had a better chance of survival being sold to a simple buyer that to the highest bidder. I would become a toy, a plaything, used and destroyed, my visions of revenge, of making Eamon suffer would be gone just like that.My promise to Maya broken. No, I cannot accept this. My heart beat frantically, as I scan through the crowd, despite my vision blurry from the slap, I am desperate to see who had bought me. But there's is no relief, as my eyes clashes with greedy eyes, leering into my very soul each ridden with a hunger that burns my skin. Their lip upturned into wild laughter at my actions and my stomach churn with disgust. I heaved out desperate to release the lumped stuck in my throat, the guard push me away with a look of disgust as he mumbles something about me not throwing up on him. But I don't listen I am

Alpha EamonThe sharp thuds of my boots hit the concrete floor, as I paced my father's office.“Father we have to search for Hannah. She's out there alone without any survival skills. We must bring her back before it's too late.”A similar set of eyes covered by a pair watched as I paced through the toom, his expression dull and unflinching, “Eamon I already told you we can't do that. Hannah chooses her path…”“But she's the only lead we have. We have to find her. She has the information we need about the witch!” I interrupted, pounding my fist on his desk.Alpha Rowan frowned at my display of anger, his finger moved to arrange the files disrupted, before looking up at me, with a sigh, “Are you still up on that Eamon? I thought we already agreed, that Hannah was working alone. It was her decision to poison you after you rejected her. She had no accomplices, Eamon, so drop it.”“How then do you explain the poison gotten from her which can only be made by a seasoned witch, “ I asked wi

Hannah“Do I hear plus five? Plus five hundred dinar for goods number five? Plus five hundred anybody? ” A rhythmic voice shouts.What's going on? I wonder, my head aching as I struggle to open my eyes.“Going once! Going twice!”The buzz of voices overwhelmed me, the stench of sweat and tightly wound bodies wafted towards me, hitting me like a punch to the gut and panic started to set in as I struggled to open my eyes. I feel a striking pain at the back of my head and groan as I reach over to touch it, but something pulls me back preventing any movement.Where am I? “Sold!” the voice booms again, followed by the thud of travel hitting something solid. Shocking me into motion.Forcing my heavy lids to open, my eyes frantically searching for answers. All I see is darkness, confused I blink twice in the hope that I wasn't seeing things, but still, the view remains the same.Dark and cold.“Hello is anyone there?” I call out, squinting my eyes to see beyond, no one answers, except for