Novels by Sam Write

ROSE'S POVI hurried my steps up the stairs just as if I needed to be so fast before he changed his mind and sent me out of his house. My steps calculated and my mind reminisced on what had just happened now, I couldn't help but feel vulnerable and used. "But it's worth it," I assured myself, remembering the incident that led me into this act. "After all, everyone deserves a taste of betrayal and heartbreak," I muttered. Gradually, waves of memories came hitting against me like a train on the runway. Bit by bit, cold as ever, the traumatizing pieces came together again and I remembered how I had gotten into this trapping situation. ***FLASHBACK I had never imagined a day like this in my life. Or that my day could ever end like this. One minute, I was dragging myself to the comfort of my home after another exhausting day at work. The next, I couldn't hold back any piece of it as my life came crumbling right before my eyes. Like a bullet hitting its target, the sound hit me first a

AMELIA'S POVBut as I looked into his eyes, my heart fainted. His gaze moved from me to Rose, he seemed confused. But there was something hidden that he wasn't showing. I turned around quickly, trying to see the expression on Rose's face but I was caught off guard. Rose's eyes had suddenly turned red and her cheeks flooded with tears. Her once courageous expression had suddenly turned sober and pitiful. “What’s going on here?” he demanded again, this time more impatiently, with his voice low and guarded.Before I could say anything, Rose turned to him, her lips curling into a pitiful smile. "Oh Nelson," she began in a soft tone. "Amelia and I were just clearing the air. I mean I was only trying to familiarize myself, but she took it seriously," she said amidst her programmed tears. Clearing the air? My fists clenched at her lies. I opened my mouth to speak, but Nelson’s attention seemed to have drifted entirely to her. His eyes still glued to her empathetically. He stepped close

AMELIA'S POVThe sound of approaching footsteps on the stairs jilted me back to the moments. Only then did I realize how much I had wandered into my thoughts. Almost immediately, I heard Nelson's voice. "Where are you going?" his voice thickened with uncertainty as it cuts through the silence of the house. Curiosity settled on me as I heard those words, but not only that, a response that was clouded in a female voice heightened my eagerness."To unpack..." the voice had responded. I was more than ready to dig deep, just enough to know who she was. I mean who could have spoken to Nelson with so much confidence when I could barely look him in the eyes. I pushed the door open, my bare feet clicking against the cold floor. But rather than see a quite younger girl; maybe her niece or cousin. But no! A matured lady was ascending the stairs. She looked fragile and pale, like a glass at the edge of breaking. Her left hand clenched tightly to the bag she was holding, and her shoulders t

NELSON'S POVI sat at the breakfast table, the aroma of fresh coffee and toast filling the air, but I barely noticed the meal. My fork clinked severally against the plate, pushing the scrambled eggs around in frustration. My mind was elsewhere, consumed by the thought of the property that should have been mine but was not due to my father's weakness. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the frustration, but it wore on like a dark cloud. I glanced at Amelia, her faint smile a stark contrast to the turmoil inside of me. As I sat there at the table, Amelia's gaze seemed to pierce into my soul. I knew what she felt. It was only last night since we made out and she expected a little bit of calmness than before. "I want to talk to you, Nelson," she said but the words made my ears itch. I fumbled for my phone in my chest pocket and once I found it, I was gone. I had no choice. At least not anymore. The doors of desperation seemed to be closing around me. My father's survival,

NELSON'S POVFor moments longer, I couldn't overcome the feeling from what I just did. Or should I say what we just did. I stole a glance at Amelia, her face portrayed indifference but from the little moment, I could tell she enjoyed every ounce of what we did. Ever since Amelia got into my house, I haven't felt anything close to what I felt some moments ago. Not even when she was dressed in the most sexy way. I lean farther from her, thoughts ravaging between why I felt so much attracted to her. I felt the urge to say something to Amelia, at least to clear the air but I didn't know what to say. "You know," I started, trying to break the tension, "That moment back there. I let out a warm breath, shaking my head. "We were never supposed to be anything more than a contract..." Amelia cut me short, "What? It's fine," she snapped. Amelia nodded, her gaze still fixed ahead. "I know what you want to say. You never thought you'd see me that way, I didn’t think you’d ever see me that way

AMELIA'S POVI didn't wait a second longer, I hurried out of the room. But as I went farther from where he laid, I couldn't get over the feeling of fear and guilt that had clung onto me. Maybe I shouldn't have pushed him. "Don't go, Amelia. I promise to make everything up to you…" I could hear his faint voice but it wasn't going to change anything. Not even the pain that accompanied his words could stop me at the moment. Outside, my eyes were welcomed by the approaching darkness of the night. But the darkness was nothing compared to the weight of trouble that I carried within. My shoulder slumped uncontrollably and my head threatened to break from aching. I ran forward still, determined not to let my problem weigh me down, I approached where Bryan had parked the car earlier."The car was here," I said to myself as I rotated on the same axis, hoping I wasn't dreaming. I rubbed my palm against my eyes, to be sure it was real. Only then did I realize the balls of sweat that had gathere