Novels by Nhelahsheere

The Langston mansion was always too quiet.Not the comfortable kind of silence, but the kind that followed obedience.At seventeen, Sienna had learned how to make silence sound like love.Her father taught her that.Mr. Langston was a man who never raised his voice; he didn’t have to. His words could break ribs without leaving a bruise. Every syllable came laced with the same authority he used in boardrooms, cold, exact, inescapable.He’d stand behind her as she practiced the piano, his hands folded neatly behind his back.“Again,” he’d say when she missed a note.“Smile, Sienna. Perfection should look effortless.”When she got it right, he’d rest his palm on her shoulder, not a pat, but a claim.“You’re my best creation,” he’d whisper.She was seventeen, and she didn’t know what that meant.Every Sunday, they had dinner alone.Her father at the head of the table, her opposite him. Always opposite.“Wine?” he’d offer.“I’m not eighteen yet,” she’d reply.He’d smile. “You are when I sa

The first thing Asher noticed wasn’t the locks.It was the silence.The house had grown too quiet, like the air itself was listening. The hum of the old refrigerator was gone, the distant chatter of staff had vanished. Even the wind, somehow, seemed to pause before brushing past the window panes.Sienna called it “peace.”He called it wrong.He hadn’t realized when she started installing things — the new door bolts, the subtle shimmer of reinforced glass on the windows. It was all “for safety,” she’d said. Safety from the outside world. Safety from everything that might take him away from her. “You need to feel protected,” she’d told him with that soft smile that always made him forget how she’d gotten under his skin in the first place. “You’ve been through enough, Ash. Let me take care of you.”Ben was the first to act like it was normal.He moved through the house like a shadow, quiet, obedient, his movements careful, almost rehearsed. He delivered messages, breakfast trays, even A

The morning was too quiet. The kind of quiet that felt deliberate. Sienna sat by the window, a cup of tea untouched beside her, her eyes following the way the sunlight folded itself across the marble floor. Ash was trying to fix the broken clasp of his wristwatch, one of the many things Sienna had got him. Ben lingered near the doorway, restless, pretending to scroll through his phone. Ben hadn't been in good terms with Sienna since Day 1. He had begun to flinch when she called his name and Ash though quiet was noticing too much.“You’re not even trying to get better,” Ben snapped after he couldn't take it anymore.His voice cracked through the morning silence like a thrown stone. The Langston Mansion, still smelling of polished marble and Sienna’s lavender candles, had a stillness that made every sound echo.Ash looked up from the couch where he sat, half-dressed in the crisp shirt Sienna had laid out for him. His bruises were fading, but his eyes had the dullness of someone who hadn

Sienna stood by the doorway, her hair unkempt from the wind, her eyes fever, bright. “Don’t you remember me?”Ash looked up from where he sat on the edge of the bed, the question slicing through the silence like a blade. She had never showed any hint that they knew each other before and now this. He was confused. “What?” he asked, his brow furrowing. “Remember you?”She smiled, the kind of smile that hides too many years of waiting. “You really don’t, do you?”Ash hesitated. “Sienna, what are you talking about?”Her laugh came out half-broken, half-bitter. “I should’ve known. You never looked twice at me back then either.”She walked toward him, barefoot, her steps soundless against the marble. For the first time, her confidence seemed cracked, not gone, just trembling beneath the weight of memory.“High school,” she said softly, stopping in front of him. “You were two grades ahead. You played basketball, wore that stupid smile everyone loved.” Her lips curled faintly. “You don’t re

“You don’t need the world, Ash. You only need me.”Her voice was velvet and steel all at once. Sienna stood by the window, morning light spilling across her satin robe. Ash sat on the couch, still in the clothes she’d picked for him. “You’ve lost weight,” she murmured, tracing his jaw with her perfect manicured finger. “You shouldn’t skip breakfast again.”Ash’s mouth curved in a faint, careful smile. “I wasn’t hungry.”“You will eat.” She lifted a silver tray from the table. “I had your favorite made.”He didn’t remember ever mentioning a favorite.The Langston Mansion was quiet except for the low hum of the city beyond the tinted glass. Every step she took made the space smaller. He chewed obediently, feeling her eyes study every movement.Ben’s voice echoed faintly in his head from the night before, “Bro, she’s watching you like a hawk. Are you sure you’re good?”He had told Ben to stay in the guest room, to stay quiet. Now he wasn’t sure if that had been protection or surrender.

“Still thinking about him?”The voice slid through the dimly lit room like ice. Tessa turned sharply, startled. She hadn’t heard the door open. Brooklyn stood by the doorway, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass of something dark and expensive. His tie was loosened, shirt slightly open at the collar which was quiet unusual for the few times she saw him at the hospital.“Can’t you knock?” she asked quietly, folding her arms.“Should I, when you look like you’re waiting for ghosts?” he replied, stepping in. The faint scent of his cologne followed, cold cedar and smoke. “You’ve been staring at that wall for twenty minutes. Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about him.”Tessa bit down the flicker of anger that rose. “Ash has a name, Brooklyn.”“Oh, I know,” he said smoothly, setting the glass on her shelf as though he owned the place. “Asher Booker. The broke ex-husband who couldn’t afford to pay rent or buy groceries. Quite the romantic tragedy, really. I’m surprised Netfli

Alan was waiting for the bidding price on the necklace, he didn't pay attention to the others cause he couldn't care less about them. "I take it that's why you're here? You want to take that Amulet?" Susan was looking at Alan and she could see that he was seriously looking at the stage with much concentration. Alan let out a cool sigh, he had a happy look on his face and it was clear as day that he was going to be happy to make sure that there was nothing going to keep him from taking it. "That amulet belonged to our family and it was taken from us wrongly, not only that there are more of the Wayne family heirlooms they are not even putting out on display but then they are planning to sell it, and they would give it to the highest bidder." Alan was not sounding happy when he was trying to tell Susan why the Amulet was important. "So you're telling me that those bozos have something to do with your family's death?" Susan had connected the dots, she knew that he wouldn't be thinkin

Alan was a bit shocked that the lady knew who he was and not just as Alan but as the Masked General.“I know this is a bit weird but I don't know who you are,” Alan was looking at the lady trying to see if he would get anything out of the whole encounter. The lady seemed a bit sad when he said those words. She didn't let that stop her from talking to him, “I knew that there was no way you would be able to recognise me like this but then I wanted to give it a try after I saw you talking to the Mason family driver like you didn't care,” Alan was looking at the lady, he then realised who she was, he smiled a bit when he did. “I never thought the Angel Of Death could wear a gown and look like an elegant lady,” Alan was looking at the stage, he was still smiling when he said it. “So now you recognise me, you are one hard head aren't you?” The lady was looking at Alan, she wasn't looking down anymore. “I heard you came down to Verin and I was curious as to why the legendary blade of ju

“Are you insane?” The driver was looking at Alan, he was not sure he had seen someone who would know it was them and even think of insulting them like that. “Do you know who I am carrying in this car here?!” The man was looking at Alan, he was expecting him to fall on the floor and plead for his forgiveness. Alan rolled his eyes, he was not happy in any way and he was also not going to say anything other than the fact he was not sorry for denting the car. “I don't care if it was the Emperor you are carrying in your shit truck there, I would give you one advice and that would be to learn how to drive.” Alan was about to turn and walk away. “You bastard, you better stop right there!” The man yelled, it seemed like he was not going to let Alan walk out on him like that. “You just dented Lord Nixon’s car! He is affiliated with the Nixon heir and you dare do something like that and think you are going to walk out without paying for it?!” The driver was persistent and he was not going

Alan walked out of the house, his Mclaren was ready for him to hop into it so they would be heading to the venues he was meant to be at.‘I got a message saying that there is someone in Verin that would hand me my weapons but then I don’t think I would need them.’ Alan muttered to himself, he was not going to be saying anything other than the fact that he was going to look for something that would help him blend in. The auction was in a few hours and he needed to appear there as one of the oddest looking men so they wouldn’t think much of him. “So I really need to carry weapons with me?” Alan asked himself as he entered the car, Ben was seated there he was going to help Alan get to the auction with no problems. “Sir, I also got Intel that the people who are trying to sell the heirloom have connections to the remaining four heirlooms,” Ben gave Alan the run through of what he was going to be expecting. Alan sat in the car, he was sure that there was going to be an opening where he

Alan didn't want to let Ellara hear who he was or even get the idea that he was someone of that kind of power before it was time for him to reveal it to her. “So what did you find Ben?” Alan said as soon they were out of the room, he was looking at the man who came to give him the message. “We found one of the five Wayne family heirlooms that was taken on the day the enemy took out your family, they are trying to sell it at an auction,” Ben was looking at Alan, he could see that there were signs of him being angry. Alan was still shocked that they were thinking of selling his family heirloom in an auction and it was clear they had concluded that there was no one left in the family that would come back to take it back. “So they really think they erased all of the Waynes like that? This is something I can work with.” Alan was muttering to himself when he got the news. He turned to Ben, “So can you get me the information about this auction and where it is holding and the names of th

Alan guided Ellara to the bed in the room, he was trying to do something to her but then he wasn't trying to tell Ellara anything but to keep it to himself and make sure that nothing was going to make her scared. Alan brought out needles and pierced Ellara’s body, he placed it in meridian points in her body trying to make sure that she was going to be relaxed. Ellara was confused, she was covered with burns but then she didn't know why the man in front of her didn't even care then was trying to make sure that he would help her out in a weird way. “Now Ellara I want you to make sure that you will relax your body and make sure that nothing is going to make you reject this treatment.” Alan was looking at Ellara, he was about to begin the main treatment. Ellara was looking at him but then, she was not sure what he had in mind but he knew that it was something a bit off, but for some reason the man in front of her was not like any other man he looked like someone who needed to be t