Novels by Clevee

The velvet bed sheet rustled, wrinkling under her as she continued to struggle in her sleep, thrashing her body. Sweat broke out of her temple soiling the sheet.Kane turned to her sharply, the note falling from his hand. He tensed.Suddenly, Isadora jerked awake from the bed with a scream."Noooo!!!" She sprang from the bed, her chest moving up and down in an erratic rhythm, his temple clammy with sweats, her nightmare rumpled to her lap, revealing her spotless thick. She couldn't move instantly. She just stared into the emptiness, her eyes wide with panic and horror.Kane rushed over and sat on the bed beside her, looking at her with concern on his face.“What is the matter? Are you okay? I'll get you a glass of water.” Kane said quickly to help her feel better, his voice laced with concern.As he stood up to go fetch a glass of water, Isadora gripped his wrist, making him stop.Her voice came quietly, “Please don't leave my side.” Fear laced her voice, her heart still racing with p

“Who among you is a close friend of Isadora?!"Benjamin spoke up, his voice husky with the usual harshness.The maids startled to his voice, silence passed over the hall as though a ghost had awakened at the eerie hour of the night.None of them responded. The silence stretched longer, pregnant with unsettling dread and tension.Benjamin snorted, his patience teetering on the edge. He slammed his palm against the armrest and leaned forward sharply, his eyes blazing.“You all are deaf!?!" His voice rang like a bell toll, startling the maid once more. Not of them talked— they were all gripped with fear.Benjamin shook his head gently, seeing that none of them was willing to talk. He leaned forward and pointed at the chief maid.“Jasmine!" He called harshly, making jasmine tremble, her knee buckled and she nearly collapsed with fear.Living with the Finns had instilled fear into their hearts.Whilst preparing food, they're in trouble if the spices were out of place in the dish. They ma

The casino was hot like a volcano. Barasa mutiso was boiling like a pressure cooker.He yanked a full bottle of champagne from the table and smashed it on the floor.The bottle broke into fragments, liquor splashed and the shards scattered all over the floor.“That lass...I was going to marry her in Kenya! $50 million dollars burned!” He screamed, his eyes blazing. He spun on Tanker, his right hand man and barked. “Put me across that bitch, Finns!" He thundered, saliva spraying from his lips.He began to pace the casino like a wounded caged animal, his boots stabbing the floor like a machete. He was restless and boiling with rage.Tanker was already putting a call across to Benjamin finns, his finger hitting the screen hastily.He walked to Barasa with the phone as the call connected.“He's on the line, Boss.” He reported, stretching out the phone.Barasa snapped the phone from him. As he began speaking, his heart hammered with anger and something deeper. Barasa is not the kind of man

That same night at an infamous casino located at the fringe of the city.Taj Mahal.A playground for Callous criminal and drug lords and Dons.At Taj Mahal, Billionaires throw million grand as stake for gambling on cards and *ss.It is a three storey building, and as usual, colorful neon light twinkled at the top entrance where the name: Taj Mahal was stylishly engraved.The four walls of the building resonated as a loud speaker buzzed out a popular jazz from inside.Outside, fleets of dangerous cars lined up, each one giving no hint of mediocrity wish gave a clue that was the place is a sanctum for infamous Moguls.At the lowest floor of the casino, stark naked girls strippers squirmed around a pole, shaking their assets under the colourful light that bounced off the grimy wall. Gutteral laughter floated in the background as men seated around tables argue about cards and women, gulping strong alcohol and puffing weeds. Some of these men were sounded with strippers, twerking on men'

“Who the heck are you?" A gruffy voice like a rusted blade came behind Kane.The sterile air shifted.Kane stepped to the side gently and looked at the back to see Badmus kenneth, the ex-boss, standing behind him, his suit wrinkled and loose, his cufflinks out of place. His eyes were bloodshot and droopy— it wasn't due to anger but as an effect of the alcohol. The stench polluted the small air between them, a mix of beer, blunt and sweat. One hand jammed in his pocket while the other hand balance against the doorframe, grappling to keep his posture steady.Kane wasn't surprised to see him there. He stared at him expressionlessly then a light taunting smirk curled the corner of his lips seeing his disheveled appearance.Juliana on the other hand was taken aback. Not only had Badmus come at an unusual hour but also his appearance was clumsy and detestable— it wasn't welcoming. Her cheek flushed red, burning with embarrassment. What made it worse for her was Kane's presence.Suddenly, B

Juliana paused and looked down at her finger. The ordinary ring which Kane used to propose to her years ago was still there. No glitters. No sclints. Just subtle silver foil. “I want that back.” Kane said, his voice calm but firm. His expression was cold and unreadable.Juliana froze. Kane had come all the way at that dead hour of the night to collect an ordinary ring? She didn't remember it, she could have pulled the ring and tossed it in the trash.Though Kane bought the ring for just $400 but it wasn't about the cost. What made the ring worthy was the effort, the sweats that dropped from his body before he could buy it. He could afford millions of the same ring now and even buy one that is far more better than it. But someone like Juliana don't deserve his efforts. Not anymore.A cruel amusing smile split Juliana's face before she burst into a wave of laughter, her cheek flushing red as the laughter rang with no end in sight, bouncing off the wall.A forgotten tears slipped fro