Novels by Godwin Hosanna Aga

We reached the hospital in good health and got down in front of the building as usual. Tristan parked and made his way to us so we could go in together. I got into Cameron's room with Tristan behind me and Maya waiting outside for us to bring her in. It was my plan to surprise Cameron. "Cammie!" I yelled, running past my mother to hug him on the bed. He looked so weak and appeared like someone that hadn't eaten in weeks. Of course, he hadn't; he had been in a coma, struggling to stay alive and mother had been with him throughout. There was no other human genuine love like that of a mother–cherish her if you still see her everyday. "Hey... Baby sister." He rubbed my head

My brows knitted in a frown and I was more than confused. What the hell was this girl yapping about? "Me?" I pointed at my chest and she removed the pillow from her face. "No, me." She backed me. "What did I do?" I inquired, bumping my brows together. They were already starting to hurt–I had been doing too much of frowning. She ignored me for a while before opening up. "You keep being all mushy mushy around me when you know what happened between me and Cammie." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel that way." I apologized, reaching out a hand to touch her shoulder. "Stop." She snapped, shoving my hand

The warmth of sunlight caressed my skin and I smiled with my eyes closed, enjoying how waking up in the morning to being strong and healthy felt. I turned to face the door and smiled even brighter when I remembered today was the day Cameron would return.Where is Maya? My subconscious asked when I noticed I was alone one the bed.I opened my eyes and raised my head to look around the room. After sighting her body sprawled on the floor, I chuckled and returned my head back to my white pillow.Suddenly, a deafening scream made it's way into my room–I jerked, my heart leapt into my throat. What had happened?"No!" The voice sounded like that of my mother.Instantly, I sat up and wondered what was going on. Were we getting robbed?My hands clutched my duvet close to my chest and I fixed my gaze on the door."How did it happen?" She asked breathl

"Where are we going?" I asked, oblivious about where he was driving this car to. "Tristan?" "My house, baby. Calm down." He finally spoke and I heaved a sigh of relief. "I'm not sure your maid would want to see me again." I voiced and he chuckled softly. "She was only mad at you that day because you made me sad, nothing else. Now I told her we're cool so she's actually eager to see you." He explained and my mind wandered off to a dirty place in my head that reminded me of the nasty things that might have transpired between the both of them. Nah, I shook my head and kicked those thoughts out. She had a big booty didn't mean Tristan would go around feasting on it, did it? "Okay." I m

We were seated in a nice restaurant that Tristan had claimed to be where he used to come with his parents when he was a kid. Cliche much?I sucked the straw that was in my can of coke and continued to chew on my bruschetta. Why didn't he tell me it was a fancy place? I would have dressed up in a nice evening dress she not this."They serve really good meals right?" He questioned and I nodded my head.I stabbed a piece of chicken and stuffed it in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed with a beautiful smile on his face. I raised my can of coke so he could suck on the straw, but he refused."Nah, I got my juice." He shook his head and I noticed this wasn't the first time that he had rejected a can of coke from me."You don't like coke?" I asked, placing the can back on the table."Yeah, because of caffeine.""What about caffeine?""It triggers

He squeezed my butt again and I could feel my inbetween becoming moist. He trailed his hand up my neck and nibbled on it, almost earning a moan from me. "Tristan..." I moaned, trying to resist him. "Chloe is in the house, we can't fool around in the kitchen." "Then let's go to the room." He whispered on my neck, tingling my skin with with his breath. "No, this is not my house. Stop being a hormonal teenager." I gently pushed him away, but Tristan was the devil's advocate. He strolled sexily behind me and gave me one of those my favorite hugs from behind. I rested my head on his arms and enjoyed the moment. "We're not in my house remember?" I snapped my fingers and he sn

Chapter 61 I put on my hoodie and sling my backpack on one shoulder before stepping out of the room. I glanced from left to right before tiptoeing out of the house. Once I was outside, I took in a deep breath of the fresh air and walked into the dead of the night with my head lowered. I had a once over at Damon's house before I moved and made my way into a taxi. I pulled out my phone and texted Melanie, asking her for the address of Mr Robert. She gave me after asking what I wanted to use it for a hundred times. ************** I was in front of what seemed to be like a mansion. The lights were still on, but it was pretty hard to see what was inside because of the blind folds. I waited outside behind a shrub, thinking of how to get into his

Emmet and I were done conversing with his parents so he led me to where his cousin brother stood, looking all classy. I was sure the song classic man was sang for this guy. "Cousin!" The both exclaimed and hugged. "Congratulations to you." Emmet beamed, shaking his hand while I stood behind him with my head lowered. "Where's your PYT?" "She hates that name now." His cousin answered and they sniggered. "Why?" "She said she's a pretty young lady and not a pretty young thing." "Where are my manners?" Emmet asked no one in particular and put a hand around my waist. He brought me closer to his side and pl

"Kurt, tell Jane what you did in Berlin!" I yelled at the TV with my head on Emmet's laps, referring to the season three of the movie blind spot that I had coerced Emmet into watching with me."I'm still wondering why I'm watching the season three of a movie that I've never seen it's season one." Emmet shook his head, glueing his eyes to the TV."The reason is love." I chuckled, adjusting my head on his laps. "But it's interesting, isn't it?""Yes, baby." He glanced quickly at me with a small smile on his face before returning his gaze to the TV.I concentrated back on the TV and was slightly irritated that Kurt Weller was keeping the truth from her all in the name of protecting Jane Doe. How I'd come to love this movie so much, I couldn't explain."Would you keep the truth from me if you were in Weller's shoes?" I turned my head to view Emmet's face."I believe it'd come

I stepped into the reception and made my way straight to the girl that stood behind a coffee brown desk with her head lowered and eyes glued to a magazine. "Hi, I'm here to see Emmet Asa," I said with a straight face. "Do you have an appointment with him?" She interrogated without taking her eyes away from the magazine. "No." I chewed the insides of my cheeks. She raised her head and adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose. She squinted her narrow eyes at me and closed her magazine. "And you're his-" "Girlfriend." I answered before she could finish her question.

This chapter is dedicated to the people in Nicole's shoes, victims of stalking. Please, reach out to some one–report to the police. Get help! Open up and be fought for. Set yourself free from whatever grave danger you might be in. Speak out please before it is too late. I love you all and remember that the universe fights for good people.********************I was itching to be out of the pizza place that my gaze kept wandering around, scouting for the owner of the unknown number that frequently tormented me.I sipped my cup of Coca-Cola every now and then to suit the needs of my dry throat. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and the pit of my stomach felt sick."What about you Nicole?" Sara asked."Hm?" I snapped my head to Sara's direction."Have you seen the movie, friend request?""Sure." I adjusted on my seat

"I'm okay mom, why?" I chewed on my bottom lip and stared down at Oliver."Damon said you've been acting-""Damon called you?" I interrupted what she was saying with a scowl on my face."Yes, what's wrong baby?""Nothing." I answered dryly, while Oliver took a fistful of my hair and aimed for his mouth."Talk to me baby. Why so scared?" She coughed. "Why are you withdrawing yourself from everyone there?""Mom, I'm fine. You know I'm not the type that socializes." I removed my hair from Oliver's hand and thought about Damon. How could he tell my mother? Since when did he begin to contact her?"Do you need to come home?""Mom, I'm fine." I snapped, obviously irritated. "I'm kind of busy. I'll call you later, bye." I hung up and rolled my eyes.Damon was such a snitch. He didn't have to tell my mother, considering the fact th