Novels by Choco .B .

HospitalBEEP… BEEP… BEEP…“Her vitals are crashing! We’re losing her!” a nurse shouted.“Charge the defibrillator again!” the doctor barked, sweat dripping from his forehead.Inside the room, the heart rate monitor let out a single, dreadful tone. The line on the screen went flat.“Time of death… 11:47 PM,” the doctor said softly, his voice heavy with regret.The team stood in silence, the weight of failure pressing down on them.~The Courtroom~The gavel slammed down.“Miguel Salvador, you are hereby sentenced to ten years imprisonment for your crimes, including multiple counts of murder and organized crime,” the judge declared, his voice firm.Miguel stood expressionless as the words sank in. His mind wasn’t in the courtroom; it was back in that room. Joanna’s lifeless body haunted him.The media cameras flashed, capturing every moment as the guards led him away in chains. He didn’t resist. His heart and soul had died with her.The Salvador family were in pain to lose a daughter in

The dark clouds loomed overhead as Gio and the boys parked just a few distance away from the target location.The location was desolate, surrounded by trees, and eerily quiet. Miguel looked at the darkened building in the distance. It was surrounded by armed guards, pacing with purposeGio turned to him, his face grim. “Boss, it’s worse than we thought. The place is crawling with guards. And these aren’t amateurs—they look trained.”Miguel gritted his teeth, gripping the handle of his gun. “She’s in there, Gio. I don’t care if the devil himself is guarding that place. I’m getting Joanna back.”Gio gave a firm nod. “Alright, Boss. We’ll flank from the side. But stay sharp. They’ll be expecting us.”Miguel and the team moved swiftly through the trees. The faint moonlight illuminated the grim determination on their faces. They reached the edge of the property and cut through the fence silently, slipping inside.As they approached the house, a figure stepped out—a man with a rifle. Befor

Joanna stormed out of the house, her heart racing and her mind clouded with anger and confusion. The cool evening breeze brushed against her face, but it did little to calm her.“How could he?” she muttered to herself as she walked aimlessly down the sidewalk. Her thoughts churned, replaying Miguel’s words and Nelly’s message over and over.The streets were quiet, the faint glow of streetlights illuminating her path. She had no idea where she was going; she just needed to clear her head.Suddenly, a black car pulled up beside her, its tires screeching softly against the pavement. Joanna froze, her instincts telling her something wasn’t right. The back door swung open, and a figure in black stepped out.“Joanna Salvador?” the figure asked.Before she could respond or run, strong arms grabbed her. She screamed, thrashing wildly, but her captors were too strong.“Let me go!” she cried, kicking at the air.A cloth was pressed over her nose and mouth, and a sickly-sweet smell filled her se

Some weeks later, Miguel was seated behind his desk in his office, reviewing a stack of documents. His focus was sharp as always, the air around him heavy with authority. A soft knock at the door broke his concentration.“Come in,” he said, his tone clipped.His personal assistant stepped in. She was efficient and professional, always ensuring everything ran smoothly for him. But today, there was a hesitancy in her eyes that caught Miguel’s attention.“Sir,” she began, her hands clutching a tablet. “There’s a lady in the lobby asking to see you.”Miguel raised an eyebrow. “I don’t recall scheduling any meetings. Who is she?”She hesitated. “She says her name is Nelly.”At the mention of the name, Miguel’s expression hardened. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest.“Nelly,” he repeated, his voice cold. “What does she want?”“She didn’t say,” His assistant replied, her voice cautious. “But she insisted it’s urgent.”Miguel let out a slow breath, his jaw tighteni

Miguel fixed his tie as he remained in the corridor. He looked at his watch. "Joanna, are you prepared at this point?" he called."Nearly!" Joanna yelled back from the room. "Five additional minutes!"Miguel chuckled delicately to himself. "You said that ten minutes prior!""I mean it this time!" Joanna's voice was perky.Miguel shook his head with a smile and went to walk ground floor. Alfred, the head servant, was cleaning a silver plate close to the front entryway."Alfred," Miguel said, halting. "Everything prepared?""Indeed, sir," Alfred answered, standing straight. "The vehicle is ready, and the security group is ready."Miguel gestured. "Great. This evening needs to flawlessly go.""Obviously, sir," Alfred said, bowing.At that point, Joanna showed up at the highest point of the flight of stairs. Her streaming dress sparkled as she slipped."How do I look?" she asked, turning a little to flaunt her outfit.Miguel's grin enlarged. "Awesome," he said. "As usual."Joanna become

Miguel pulled into the driveway of his mansion.Miguel and Joanna entered their home, the butler immediately appearing to greet them. "Welcome home, sir and madam," the butler said, bowing slightly in deference."Thank you, Alfred," Miguel replied, his voice stern. "We've got a dinner to attend later, but I think we'll need a little time to prepare first.""Of course, sir," Alfred said, his tone respectful. "I will ensure the car is ready when you require it."Miguel nodded, turning to Joanna with a smile.Joanna smiled back at her husband, her eyes gleaming. "I think I'll go and get ready in the bedroom," she said, her voice light. "I don't want to keep you waiting too long."Miguel grinned, his hand gently brushing her cheek. "Take your time, my love," he said, his voice smooth and affectionate. "I'll be in my home office for a bit. I need to finish up some work before we leave."Joanna nodded, her smile still shining.Joanna made her way to the bedroom, her thoughts already dancing

By having him so close to me again, I feel like I can become someone good enough for both of us. "Just be careful around him," Madeline says. "I know you…Tiffany. Please be careful." "I shouldn't fall in love with him?" I tease because we both know that I am hopelessly in love with Larry who is

I square my shoulders and look at her dead in the eyes. “I don’t care about anything else, Sweets. I want you to be someone I can be myself with. I want to protect you, love you, and ache for you. I want to be the man that you seek for. Please let me be that for you…for us.” Is This Real?

Larry I pass her the chocolates and she opens it and takes one out. She bites from it and closes her eyes to savor the sweet taste. “Do you like it?” I ask. She nods. “You have good taste. Try it with me, Larry.” We sit together on the couch in the living room and I take one of the chocolat

I actually atop breathing and a shiver runs down my spine when I hear this because, somehow, I know it might be the truth and me clinging onto old memories and what ifs and maybes are because I can’t get over leaving again. “Hard truth, Tiffany?” Laurene asks but she doesn’t wait for an answer. “

I raise my cup and lean forward. We are sitting in a circle so it makes it easy for me to look from either of the friends here with me. “What should we toast to?” Laurene licks her lips and raises her glass too. “To us being the most creative friends on the East Coast.” “To our reunion!” Brynn s

Tiffany I go to visit Laurene at her place to tell her about what has been happening. "I don't support you leaving Adrian for whatever you are doing!" She says to me. "Is that why you gave him my number and where to find me?" I ask. I'm still angry that she did but when I ask this, I am not r