Novels by Joy Amos Nneoma

MAADIAH**Anthony sighed and brought out a gun from his suit. Did I mention how extremely stunning he looked today? I mean he has the sexiest body in the world. "You just interrupted my wedding, and that makes me angry", he started, cocking the gun He turned to the armed men that followed Riccardo. "Go", he instructed. They bowed and left. Riccardo seemed shocked. "What is.. what -" "They work for me, in case you don't know that; this is my family's territory you just walked into, and so everyone here is subject to me", he started. "Second of all, I don't give a fuck what initial arrangements you made with her father; she's my wife, so do yourself a favor and back off", he said. Riccardo laughed, "And who the fuck do you think you are that I'll listen to?". Anthony threw him a dirty punch in the face, he flew and hit the wall. Everyone gasped. Anthony walked up to him and pointed a gun to his head. "I'm Anthony Clyde, and she is now Madiaah Clyde; she's my

Tommy's leg got a lot better because he was able to get proper medication and my dad was given all the money he needed to clear off the debt. They were to be given their own house to live in somewhere in the Clyde's estate, something very comfortable., Maybe after the wedding I'll try and see if it's possible to make sure Tommy gets enrolled in college, I just hope so I had to drop out of college in my freshman year because of what happened. "You look really beautiful, Maddy", Tommy said, hugging me. I hugged him back and smiled, "Thank you", I said. I was in my wedding dress, I looked like a really beautiful bride, but I just wasn't happy or at peace. Because in as much as I pushed in for all of this, I don't want any of this. I don't know this man, at all. I don't know what I'm getting myself into, I don't know this family, and I don't know what to expect; in all honesty, I'm scared, so scared. "You know I'm doing this for you right? All of this, because I want you to

MAADIAH**Well, this is not how I expected this meeting to happen. "Valerie, please can you take our guests upstairs and serve them something to eat while we handle things here", the supposed mother said. "Please, come with me", the maid said and led us upstairs. I turned around again and looked at the man who saved me the other time. We held the stare for a few seconds then he broke it. The stairs were made of marble; it was like those actual olden-days royal stairs. I've heard of the Clyde's family, but I never knew it was actually like this. We reached the top and there was a table filled with food. My stomach rumbled. "Please feel at home, eat as much as you can. ", she said. I looked at my dad and my brother; they looked back at me, too. I could see it in their faces too, joy. We've never had this much to eat in a long time, God knows. * * * Anthony, that's his name, and he said no. I think it's more of a family thing than a me thing. At first, I t

MAADIAH**Tommy was getting better, at least he was strong enough for us to leave by noon today. I didn't tell them what happened last night, I was still trying to process everything and wrap my head around what happened. I was about to be killed by Riccardo's men. Who was that man? How did he stop them from killing me? Why did they obey him? And how does he know my name? He said he knew everything about me, so he must know about my father, and he'll also know that we're on the run. "I'm gonna miss this place; this has to be the longest we've stayed safe," Tommy said. "Well you know the rules, don't get too attached and don't make any friends", I said as I helped him up and handed him a clutches that I stole from a nearby medical store early this morning. Don't ask. My dad opened the door. "We're ready to leave", Tommy said. "Uhm, there's been a change of plans", he said. "What change?", I asked. "Can you follow me to the living room?", he asked. We did

Madiaah * * My brother was still groaning in pain from last night's shootout. I just sat there staring at him. This is the life we're forced to live in, running, hiding, and struggling to stay alive. My father opened the door and walked in; I suddenly felt irritated that his entire existence had been irritating me. We're in all of this because of him. "How's he doing?", he asked. "I believe you have eyes to see", I responded coldly. "Maddy I-" "I don't want to hear it", I said and got off the bed and walked out of the room. At first, when my father came clean to me and told me that he's been in society for years and that's where he got all his wealth from and now they're after him because he's trying to pull out because of our safety, I thought he was a hero, not wanting to be part of any of this. But when I found out it was the same society that took my mother and my father watched and did nothing, I developed nothing but hate for him. We've been on the run for t