Novels by Bitter Sugar

The rumbling crowd of students filled the entire place as Jack sped into the school’s compound in his new Aston Martin. As he drove, he stared around, hoping all eyes could see that he owned one of Ethan’s cars.A few students murmured and gossiped about the car; some doubted if he could afford it, while some compared him with Ethan.“You can’t compare,” a student argued, sighing add they stole a glance at Jack alighting from the car, “Ethan is richer than him. He is just there, one of the rich kids in town , but Ethan is exceptional and the richest student.”A few students surrounded a bill board which had the picture of Ethan and a popular pop star by the name Peter Rowling. Ethan had invited the popular musician for their students’ week on campus and he single-handedly foot the bills.“Hey, take a look at that. Peter Rowling is coming to our school, courtesy of Ethan,” another student, a female, tall and conical-eyed said as she pointed at the billboard. “This students’ week is goi

Uncomfortably seated in front of the doctor, Jack wasn’t as nervous as his mother. In fact his mind was fixed on his car outside. He never cared about what the doctor had to say about the states of health of Nathan.Ever since the doctor invited them to his office, Stella had been all tears; she could read the message in the eyes of the doctor; she knew there was fire on the mountain and her husband wasn’t getting well soon.“We have an issue here ma’am,” the doctor finally spoke after taking a glance at their files, “Nathan has a long lasting genetic disorder that is about to snack his life but if you can make hay, we will get him treated.”“Genetic disorder?” she flinched and sat up, “Is he going to live and what does it require to get him treated. I don’t want to lose my husband,” her voice teary.Jack got busy pressing his phone and posting his new Aston Martin on the school platform, trying to diss Ethan. Mostly his post sounded like: finally an Aston Martin owner; I am the real

Once the saloon Benz sped into the compound and came to screeching halt, Nathan alighted , looking thunderous with face lacking luster.His wife, Stella was quick to perch at the window to see who had screeched into their compound. Seeing the tightened jaw of Nathan spelt trouble to her.So once the door flung open, and Nathan barged in, and tossed some documents at the table, she, swallowed hard and watched him pace up and down, his lips pressed, and hair stroked backward repeatedly.“What is it, dear?” her tone came with slight regret of falling short of his fury. She had the urge to ask.But she wouldn’t dare.“Where is Jack?” Nathan flamed , as he swung his eyes around, his nose doing more search for his son’s fragrance just to know if he was around.“He is not yet back from school,” she blinked nervously. She was more troubled now, “What did he do?” Her eyes fell on the documents at the table and he noticed some statement about a debit of 4 million dollars. “What is this all ab

After the anniversary party, Ella couldn’t be found around. Her parents thought she was able to secure a nice moment with Ethan; like anxious birds their thought had been hovering and eyes scouting for Ella.Mrs. Tony checked her up in the room and found her in solitude; her hands pressed between her thighs, face lowered, tranquility hanging over her, and just from the bathroom, she could hear the tap over running.“You are wasting water,” she peered at the face of Ella and found out it was crimson and wet. Obviously, she had been all tears and washing her face each time. “You look unperturbed. What is wrong, honey? Were you able to meet Ethan. Has this got anything to do with him?”While she spoke, the door creaked open and Mr. Tony stepped in, his silhouette standing in the door.“What is happening?” he groaned and cast an investigative stare between Ella and his wife before asking. “What a great anniversary. Ethan found it honorable to come around. It is indeed an honor to have the

The car dealer made at jack and grabbed him on the shirt. “Hey are you for real?” he queried Jack and the proud dude couldn’t stand the sight of Ethan approaching them now. He threw away his gaze and forcefully dragged the man out of the sight of onlookers.Ethan dimmed his eyes at him, and at the car dealer, “I don’t know what you are doing with my car. I bought that car from you and expected you to bring it home but you decided to hire my Aston Martin to whoever.”“Apologies, boss,” the car dealer tendered bowing slightly.Jack snared weirdly like a bitter puppy and threw away his gaze.“Apology is not going to solve anything here,” Ethan groaned, “All I want is my car and it must be safe and intact. If this is the way you handle your customer, I am afraid I am not going to patronize you again.”The car dealer shot a thunderous stare at Jack and Ethan stared at Jack from head to toe and tossed his head pitiably. The ten girls he came with gathered him like bees after honeycomb. Soon

“Car hire?” the man retorted, heaving an investigative gaze at Jack once again , wondering what could be stirring him to go for a car hire, “Hiring a car for twenty four hours is baseless especially when the owner has purchased it.”There was no stopping Jack. “Yes the owner may have purchased it but I am just hiring it for just tomorrow so he won’t notice it. I just need the car to attend an occasion.” Promptly he dug into his jacket and brought wads of bills, “I guess this will be enough for the troubles. This is 300 thousand dollars.”The man winced. “To hire an Aston Martins Valkyrie?” the man shot an offensive frown at him, and sighed with repeated tossing of head, “I can see you are not ready to hire the car. Do you know what car you want to hire? What about the risk and the insurance that covers the car. What if anything happens to it while you use it?”“Oh , no , no, I am a careful person,” Jack protested and molded his hands to plead. “Please accept this token from me. I prom

At the presidential cemetery, a few mourners all dressed in black and dark shades stood weeping silently as the remains were being lowered into the grave.On the corner was a thick, towering figure, surrounded by armed well-suited thugs, who kept staring and combing their gaze around for any possible attack. The towering figure was covered with a spacious umbrella. He was Allen, the only survival of the Pablos.“Whoever that did this to my two brothers must surely pay,” he groaned through clenched teeth.They could see troops of soldier making entrance now; they parked their convoy in the lot while they accompanied another thicker figure in mafia blazers and tuxedo. He had hats and shades that gave him the deep aura of danger. He was Ted Pablo, the Pablo himself, the father of the three Pablos.Once all eyes saw him, they bowed.Allen walked up to him and hugged him, and he patted Allen on the shoulders as they walked back to the grave.He dropped some flowers and cards and grinned t

Caesar could be seen standing by the corner of the garage with his bags, and barrels of crude oil in the van, ready to disperse. Alicia was in chains subdued by Diego’s soldiers.The stamping of boot could be heard now. Caesar forged a stiff look and then smiled once Diego stepped out and paused in the door.“Caesar, Caesar,” Diego called, suspense in his tone and his gaze on Alicia who had lowered her face to avoid locking eyes with him., “I guess you heard a wonderful night, huh.” He got to Caesar and had a handshake with him.“Uh, really wonderful,” he concurred with a slight chuckle. “I must confess you gave me the sweetest woman on earth,” He stole a glance at Alicia, “She is suckling and alluring. I would love to have her when next i visit.”“Oh, I see,” Diego groaned and rolled his eyes at Alicia, “Hey, did you enjoy him, huh, answer me and don’t hesitate. Did you enjoy your time with him?” He pulled out his gun.And she hastened. “Yes… yes,” she lowered her gaze, hoping as soo

She could hear some fiddling and shuffling by the corner, and she kept glancing, her hands folded to keep her body warm and whole.“Hi, did Diego tell you about spending the next three days with me?” the voice of Caesar sounded from the corner.And she flashed her gaze to see the thick towering man, with a white towel wound round his waist, holding a stick of cigar with a treacherous deep smile.“Who are you? Why am I here?” Alicia queried, feeling she could arm herself and stop him from getting close.She pulled back, her body pressed on the door, as she monitored the baldy and his quiet sneaky moves.“I am Caesar Pitcher, a crude oil merchandizer and a rich folk, “ He puffed a thick cloud of smoke and sat down, crossing his leg. “I paid Diego to sleep with you and have fun for the three days I shall be here. You shouldn’t be asking me that question.He stood up and tossed his towel to a corner, making Alicia shut her eyes from seeing his muscular nakedness as he crawled into the bed

Raising his hand, the masked man gave her the impression to shoot. He gave a slight loud chuckle.“You bastard,” she cursed pointing the nozzle in his face, “Today will mark your end.” She clenched as she pulled the trigger, and pulled it again, but there was no response from the gun.The masked man chuckled mockingly. “Aren’t you good at pulling triggers? Come on go ahead and shoot,” he beckoned to her. “Go ahead, Miss Lucas!” She widened her gaze and pulled the trigger repeatedly but was disappointed. Snatching the gun from her, he dazed her a dirty slap.She whined and whimpered.“You must be clueless to think that I will keep a loaded gun idly for you to grab,” he laughed and snarled at her, “He grabbed her on the throat and pressed his groin on her thighs. “You don’t want to wake your little son, do you?”She struggled to toss her head. By this time the water had wet them so well that their body slipped at the slightest touch. He neared her, his face very close to hers, and his

The Hilux truck zoomed into the compound in the jungle and the masked man alighted once his soldiers open the door and bowed to him. He tossed his rifle to a soldier and he grabbed it and bowed to him.The masked man stood for a while, his gaze combing around the jungle before he began to walk boldly, his boot crunching the graveled ground.The jungle had been made into a spacious edifice with bunkers and underground safe rooms with sound proofs. He had built this spot for safety and secrecy.“How is my wife and child?” he asked as he began to glide into the bunker.“They are fine, sir!” one of the soldiers replied and bowed to him as he collected the armor from the masked man, “Just the kid has been in tears all day, weeping and craving to go home. But his mother nursed him.”“Oh I see,” he groaned and turned to his soldiers. “You may return to the training ground. I will join you guys soon. Keep training and plotting moves. Evil days ahead, and Lucas keep creating more.“Yes sir!” t

“Come on go, go, go!” Miles hastened his men as they matched through the roof top, and came out in the room.They were about fifty of them and he was sure these were his last batch. He knew with the fury labeled in the eyes of Lucas, today was going to be his last but he wish he could negotiate with Lucas.Lucas barged into the crib, with a kick on the door, which sent it flying in pieces.“Hold on, Lucas, please hold on,” Miles gestured at him, forcing a contagious smile, which stretched his chin, “Let’s make a deal, a life changing deal.”He clicked his fingers and one of his men rushed out with five bags and placed them in front of him. And then he clicked another finger and another of his men came out with stones of gold and placed on the bag.“Eyes up here, Lucas, huh,” he pointed at the bags. “In this bag is ten million dollars, proceeds from the oil of your father, yes you claim it is your father’s so I will accord you the honor. Accept my apologies and think about this. And th