Novels by Bernice Ben

Chapter 5: A Family Torn apartTheir voices quiet yet forceful, Peter and Mary Miller stood outside Isabella's door.Mary knocked gently, "Isabella," there was no response, then she called out once more. "Please, sweetheart, allow us in we just want to talk to you. Being alone won't solve the problem.""Leave me alone, please, I don't want to talk to anyone." Tears-filled voice of Isabella emerged from the door.Peter wrinkled his eyebrows, looking worriedly at his wife. "Isabella, shutting oneself up is not going to do any good. We are your parents, you have to talk to us. Let us stand by your side.""Go away." She yelled, "I don't want to talk to anyone right now!".Mary broke off her voice and placed her forehead on the door. "We simply wish to assist you, we can't just leave you alone at this moment, sweetheart. Please...“"Mom, I need space right now." Isabella shouted back. "I will come out when I am ready. Just go! She added.Peter laid a firm touch on Mary's shoulder. "Mary, l

In the living room, Peter and Mary Miller were having a discussion as they cleared the remaining remnant of the evening. Suddenly they heard the sound of hurried footsteps it caught their attention. It was Isabella Running past them, her face was covered in tears; she slammed her bedroom door closed.Mary wrinkled, looking worriedly at her husband. "What on earth just happened?”Setting down the plates, Peter said, "I have no idea." "Let us ask sharon"The two headed toward the garden, where they had seen Sharon and Davis last. Their eldest daughter was seated on the ground, her face buried in her hands, then they paused at the doorway confused and wondering what was wrong. Davis knelt next to her, looking so worried."What is happening here?"? Mary asked, her voice keen with anxiety.Sharon raised her head, her face white and teary-streaked. Mom, dad...Peter looked at the two of them "what happened Where is Isabella? Why is she soaked with tears?"Rising to his feet, Davis moved bac

Sharon was in the garden, the cold night air caressing her skin, the moon low in the heavens. She had gone outside to clear her head, but her solitude didn't last for long.A low, familiar voice called out "Sharon."Her breath hitching, she whirled around to see Davis coming out of the darkness.She said angrily, "What are you doing here?" looking toward the house."We need to talk," Davis replied, stepping forward firmly. She crossed her arms and murmured, "I don't think this is a good idea," but the determination in his eyes told her there was no getting out of this.Davis fixed his eyes on her, his emotions hardly under control. You went without saying a word. And then you show up here and I learn you have a child. a young boy looking like myself."Sharon avoided his look by hard swallowing. "Davis, I—";"No," he said, his voice sharp. "You cannot just shrug this off. You owe an explanation to me. Sharon, how did we get ourselves here? Start from the beginning."She drew a long br

The Miller family gathered in the living room, everyone Chatting and catching up all morning, Isabella, on the other hand, had been radiant with enthusiasm, teasing references to the appeal of her fiancé. Telling the family how good and kind he had been to her, she said, “He loves me so much, and I can't wait for you guys to meet him. He is so sweet.” Even then, she was very anxious." and she tried to calm her anxiety. Ethan on the other hand played at her feet, Sharon sat on the couch.Sharon then asked, "How did you two meet?""We met at a business conference a year ago, and from there, we got along really well. We decided to go into a relationship because he said he was ready to settle down, and I am too," Isabella explained."Wow, that's so nice! I can't wait to meet him," Sharon replied."You'll like him, sister," Isabella added.As the sound of screeching tires from a red Ferrari echoed through the compound, Isabella peered out the window."Oh he''s here!." Isabella declared as

The taxi door opened, and a tall, feminine woman stepped out of the car, holding a baby on her shoulder. She heaved a deep breath as she exited, her eyes scanning the surroundings. It was just the way she had left it; nothing seemed to have changed at all. It didn’t look like two years had passed since she had been gone. She walked up to the building.She stood on the porch, the home gleaming in the mellow warmth of the evening sun. Her pulse accelerated as she moved the little bag over her shoulder, her other hand softly bearing the weight of the asleep boy in her arms. She paused before she knocked, wondering what her family's reaction would be. However, she knew she had to come back home. Just as she was about to raise her hand to the door...The door opened before she could knock, and her mother gasped out."Sharon!!" Mrs. Miller's hands came to her mouth and her voice shook with so much emotion.Sharon grinned weakly. "Hi, Mom, I am back home."Chapter 1: Homecoming"Sharon!?" H