Novels by Vara

Two weeks flew by fairly quick.Natalie didn't see much of Joel. She honestly didn't see much of anyone. It seemed like she was secluded from the world. But that was how Joel liked it. He made it look like she never existed, safe for the confines of his quiet home.It's been two weeks since her meeting with Greg. It would be a lie if she said her mind never once digressed to his soft inviting smile or sarcastic tone. She'd be lying if she said she hasn't been clutching the contact card and staring into space, ignoring the light racing in her heart.Nothing stopped her from calling him. Right now. Right here. Besides, she was alone. She still had roughly 45 minutes to burn before her next shift starts. She stared at her iPhone 8+, it was the closest thing she had to humanity (whenever Joel went to work) and she was so happy when Joel hadn't deprived her of this glory.She adjusted

Natalie finally fell ill.It happened the next morning. Natalie felt immobile on the heap of blankets and pillows but that didn't change the fact that she still slept on a tiled floor.It was funny how Natalie expected kisses and care when she told Joel—her oh so loving boyfriend—she wasn't feeling too good.He'd responded; "Okay?" with a genuinely confused look on his face, then he continued buttoning up his suit.At least she didn't get a beating.She practically dragged herself to work today. She didn't stay too long because she begged Mr. O'Connor to take the day off, which he agreed to because, according to his words, he "...doesn't want a dead employee on his freshly polished tiles. No offense..."So here she is, swaying in dizziness as she clutched her bicycle very close to her. This was her chance. The only thing she need to do is to just

"Oh fuck!" The blonde screamed as she bounced yet again on his flaccid rod. Her mouth widened in a silent scream as she came for the fourth time even if the man she was pleasuring didn't come once.When she came down from her high, she climbed down from his lap and then scowled when she saw his rod was still flat. Of course, any woman would be frustrated. She was the best in the business and Tony assured that she would give him release but... the same result.Briana frowned deeply before she gathered her clothes and ran to the door. She was met with a hopeful Tony who already had a huge smile on his face."I swear that man has no testosterone!" Then she stomped out."Your balance is going into your account right now. It's nice doing business with you." The strange man briskly walked out, brushing the manager's shoulder as he moved.There was something about the way he walked. It

It was all a mistake.Her birth, her puberty, her maturity, her relationship, was all a mistake. It was never meant to happen.All her life, Natalie had always tried to make everyone happy. Tried to fit in. Tried to feel loved. But why couldn't it just happen? Why was it that every time she always felt a chance at happiness, they'd see a bad in her? Like her wide hip, her stretch marks, her undying need for cuddles after sex.It was all disgusting. That made her disgusting. Even Joel never failed to remind her that everyday. Every. Single. Day.Joel McGrew, her boyfriend of four years with whom she currently live with, is a two-headed snake of a bastard. But Natalie loves him. With all her body and probably her heart. He was her world. He loved her too.If giving her a black eye, a swollen clit and swollen breasts were his ways of showing how much he loved her, then she wou

YONCÉHe's not there?He's not there?!What the hell does she mean by he's not there? As I stare at my mixed best friend, I get second thoughts on why I invited her over. I was slowing getting pissed.I admit I'm not really the brightest pea in the pod but that doesn't mean Ally could call me out on it.She just practically insinuated that I'm seeing things!"I swear to God, he's right there! Look at him he-" I pause, my eyes widening in realization."You think I'm crazy, don't you? You think I'm seeing things?"I clench my fists as my eyes darted to an equally confused Dimitri. His light eyebrows were raised and his food was a long time abandoned. Even in confusion, he still looked sexy.I mentally scold myself for thinking of orgasmic things in this current situation.Aaliyah was trying to calm me down with some unhelpful words of encouragement like: "It's okay

YONCÉThe morning's sun was bright. Bright enough to wake me up early and groggy. I stared at the ceiling even though the hair on my face was a distraction.With a tired sigh, I climb off my plush bed and make my way to my bathroom where I did the needful.I came out finally dressed in a long gown and my midnight black hair was packed in a rough ponytail.I make my way downstairs with a yawn. I'm still sleepy simply because I didn't sleep well last night. I was restless and dreamless, which is weird because I'm always full of unexplainable dreams.I poke my cold cheek in an attempt to wake myself up fully. That didn't go well. My lack of concentration had me stumbling on a loose floorboard which had me rolling down a flight of stairs."Ow." I mumble as I lay on my possible broken arm. That surely sobered me up.My eyes catches a spark or glint below the space in m

DIMITRIShe is short.Quite petite actually. I'm pretty sure Morgan is a foot taller than her and in Amodi, Morgan's height is quite pathetic.She looked unusual and had a round face.I stare at the dusty counter top as I hear the sound of feet descending the stairs. The petite stranger returns with a big gym short similar to the one she's wearing. She hands me the piece of clothing and I don't fail to notice the red tint on both her cheeks.Is she sick?I take the short from her shaky fingers and put it on quickly. I move away from her cramped kitchen and stand in front of her. Her height was almost alarming. She looked like a baby mouse that has stunted growth.I take my time to look around the apartment. It was suffocating and small. If messy was a word to describe it then it's overrated.Gym socks and used blankets littered around every angle of what looks like the sitting room. The kitc

YONCÉ'S POVI let out a loud gulp, my keys almost falling off my hand. I take a shaky step into the apartment.I hear rummaging and shuffling in my kitchen area. I almost gasp.Oh my God! It might be Alien King Ortho! Maybe he's here to toast my brain.My hand juts out to my large window sill to grab my weapon of massive destruction!I drop my bag and walk stealthily to the kitchen. A loud crash makes me jump and cringe. My poor kitchen!I pause then weigh my options before charging.Option number one, the police. A big, fat 'NO' for that one. The Vitu Regional Police department was the shittiest in the whole border. They weren't even qualified to be called police officers. I'm pretty sure their batches were made from glitter and M&M's.This leads me to option number two, Call Aaliyah. Nah... I've been somewhat dependent on Aaliyah for a long time and w

DIMITRIAmodi was cold today.The heat and cackles of the firewood added to the homely tinge of the whole serenity. Thunder and lightning kept visiting the hidden duplexes in the aforementioned city.The squires of the Royal castle surrounded the Royal Chamber and the Elders' Wings. It was on this night that they worked the hardest.I've heard, none of those guards catches a wink of sleep for a whole week to prepare themselves for the coming of this night.I once heard Mother say, "...If only we could delete this cursed day from our Amodic Calendar..."That was 40 years ago. I never understood. I was only but a child who hadn't even learnt how to slay a Terrestrial Serpent. Mother wouldn't explain. She called me too young and foolish.But now, I knew.I knew why four hundred thousand squires were stationed outside the Royal Manor of Vince Morietè III of Amodi Isle.Jeze

YONCÉ'S POV"I swear Ally! I didn't leave my kitchen light on! But now it is! I was right all along!"Aaliyah Mason sighs through the phone and I almost sigh myself. "Yoncé, you're being hysterical. Maybe you left it on by mistake. You know how shitty that switch is,"Lie!My four year old apartment was perfect and my kitchen switch worked perfectly! But what doesn't work well for me is the fact that there might be a possible Alien King—named Ortho, by the way—lounging in my kitchen, sipping my big jar of expired orange juice and receiving a massage from his fellow alien lackeys. I almost scream. The possibilities were overriding reality."Ally, I swear I'm no-""I know, Yo! But you need to stop reading Gizmos' soon you'd think crazy space Lord wants to over take Molmond's pizzeria." Shuffling, "Yoncé get some sleep. Love you bye!" She said

Hello! Thanks for clicking on this book to read! The updates might be slow but it'll be worth it, I pinky promise! Please try to review and leave a comment. This book is free whether now or in the future till further notice! Pardon the book cover, till I create one, that's how it'll be.********** ALLISON'S POVI've never been the type to make lemonades out of the rotten lemons life threw at me. I'm more of the type that chills and awaits the next lemon.I won't particularly say I run away from my problems. I avoid them instead, just as I'm doing in Mama Alicia's breakfast Cafe."Hit me another one."Mama Alicia throws me a comical look and I give her my signature tight-lipped smile. She shakes her head slowly before pouring me my favorite smoothie."Go slow on the sugar there, honey.