Novels by Bitter Sugar

The convoy of Rolls Royce was driving out of the mansion when a sports car doubled crossed them.Coleman cast a stare at his guards, a cold-shivering escaped his spine as he wondered who could have the guts to double-cross him. His guards advised they remained in in the car until the intruder revealed himself.To his dismay Shan’s father alighted, holding a machete; he was all alone. With his dark shades and hoody, one could mistaken him for a thug.“What the fuck is wrong with that man?” Coleman snarled, “That is my father-in-law Kennedy, what has come over him and why is he armed with a machete?“Boss should we confront him. It is not safe out there,” once his guards groan and took out his gun, “I guess he has come for war. We can handle him.”Coleman screwed up his brow and suspected it was in connection to Shan. “Hold on, I will handle this.” He alighted and shot a frown at his offender. “What is the meaning of this Mr Kennedy? An oldie of your age should be at home sipping coffee

“I have invited my friends and associates for the wedding and you can be rest assured that your wedding is going to be the talk of the town. Some of them are of the belief that since it is taking place at the prestigious Beverly Hotels then your husband must be rich.”Shan’s father spoke form the shelf where he poured coffee, and didn’t take time to study his daughter’s face.Meanwhile Shan had been tossing her chin away from his sight, avoiding the red scar on her chin to be seen.She had thought of wearing a huge make up to shield the scar. But then the idea had come late, and right now she wished she could keep hiding until she returned home.Her father had invited her over for some briefing and she wondered what it was all about.“Dad I just wish the reception wouldn’t take place at the Beverly Hotel,” she intoned, her chin still trembling between shock and pain, “We just discovered something.”Her father’s eyes brimmed with anxiety as she neared her and dropped a cup by her side;

“OK my apologies.” Ella tendered.“Please, I have come to inspect the wedding reception that is to take place in our hotel, Coleman and Shan are having their reception here so …”“Wait a minute. Did you say Coleman and Shan?” Ella retorted, “Are they getting married?”“Yes of course they are,” Annabel shrugged, flashing the diamond ring on her finger. “If you don’t mind I got work to do, and you have to be careful the way you come around. We don’t entertain uninvited customers.”“I wonder why you are blowing hot at me, Annabel. It is me Ella, your cousin…”“I know it is you. Do you have a twin?” Annabel yelled, “Please, stick to the rules,” Her expensive heels began to knock on the floor.“So this is it now. a wombless bitch blowing hot at me, because I lost Ethan to her,” she nagged in her mind and folded her fist.While swallowed in thought, two Rolls Royce drove in, and two hefty guards open the door for Coleman and Shan to step out.They looked adorable in their glamorous attire.

Ella fixed the date and squeezed into her best dress and make up. She was going to have the best date of her life. She couldn’t believe George approved their date.At least she could still lay hold on some cash so she dashed out to host the date at the cocktail café down town.The cocktail café would befit George’s status, and she had already paid for a VIP reception that would appease George; she had vowed to spend on him now and not the other way round.Hopefully, her decision would charm him.When she phoned George to remind him of their date, he didn’t pick up so she dropped a voice message.She got to the café, took a spot at the VIP, settled in their reception and fixed her eyes on the entrance on the lookout for George who would arrive any moment.Hours dripped by and everyone had vacated the cocktail save Ella who was seething now. She began to pace up and down, phoning George and not getting any response. She sent a few more voice messages but didn’t get any response.“Excuse

Before George and his lawyer could step into the house Montana and Ella were apart, face lit with a sheer smile.George narrowed a rugged brow at them, combing his gaze around the house, suspicion clouding his sight.“Hi, honey, you… you are here. Welcome,” she stuttered heavily and struggled to keep a pacing breath.” She winked nervously. “You are welcome. Please, make yourself comfortable.” She smacked.Flashing his ID, he groaned, “I am detective Montana from the NYPD.”George dimmed his eyes. “Yeah I recalled this face at the NYPD and what brought you here. I just hope everything is all right?” his gaze still combing around the sitting room, the aura not appealing to him.Ella wished she could fight off the tic of suspicion dragging her chin. She kept fondling with her fingers, her belly tightening.“Not quite safe here,” Montana unchained his lies, “I am on this street for door to door questioning about the murder of a youth the other night. A lot has been happening on the street

“I… um.. I am fine,” Annabel drawled as she smacked her lips and brightened up. She placed her hand on Ethan’s shoulders and locked gaze with him. “I am just overwhelmed by the baby items. This is my first time experiencing this,” she pointed at the items.Ethan stroked her hair, and wanted to speak when a Lamborghini pulled up and interrupted them. George alighted with so much excitement hanging in his face.He greeted them with a bow and raised a thick brow at the baby items. “This is great. Are we expecting the baby now?” His gaze fell on Annabel’s belly.“No, no,” Ethan cautioned him. “If you say baby, it is an understatement. I would suggest you say babies because my wife is going to give me sextuplets.”They burst into an appreciative laugh, leaving Annabel with a cold smile that dilated her eyes. She kept her cool and wouldn’t want to get involved in their discussion because of the churning of guilt in her mind now.“Yeah, about my twin babies,” he took out some documents and s

At the sight of Diego stepping out of the bunker, the ten thousand soldiers stamped their boots and a resounding salute hung in the air. An ear-ringing silence hovered in the tranquility of the dried summer.Diego accompanied by his young dragon which hung on his shoulders, walked around the soldiers, inspecting the new recruits and tossing his head in approval.“We are fire!” his voice echoed into the distant jungle as he paced up and down, addressing his soldiers, “But all of a sudden the storm from the ocean has dared our guts. This storm goes by the name Lucas Maduro!”He stroked the young feathers of his dragon as he shot a thunderous stare at them, his boot shuffling through the gravel as he paced.“He claimed to be unbeatable and that has offended our pride. How can we stay and watch one man, just one man with a dick and two balls, a convict that I gave freedom to seize our refinery, and presidential cemetery all because he seeks vengeance, huh?”He paused and stood on the sta

The soldier pressed on the emergency alarm and a battalion of soldiers sprang out for action from their manholes.Every one of them clutched their guns and widened their eyes for any escapee or intruder. She seemed to have been out of sight now as the soldier pointed his gun around, combing around for her.“I got your son. You can’t escape this. Unless you are not a mother, you would want to escape with him. Yeah. Even if you do I swear to god I will still find you and make you…”He hadn’t finished his words when a heavy metal slammed on his skull, leaving him sliding to their ground. She gave him a resounding kick in the face and belly and about to finish him up, he clutched her leg and tossed her to a corner like leaflet.She winced and whines painfully. About to pounce on her feet and another soldier pounced out and grabbed her before a resounding slap accompanied his intention; this time her sight blurred as she rolled her eyes to gain vigor.He punched her in the face, leaving he

“Are you searching for something?” the soldier beamed, his smile hugely kept as he pulled out a gun and pointed at the skull of the kid, “I guess you would understand this language better,” he corked.“Mummy” Morris finally called with scare and trembling, as he felt the hard grip of his oppressor on his skull, knowing something was definitely wrong.“Hand me my son,” she opened her arms, “You wouldn’t do that. All we want is a peaceful escape. You should have pretended not to have seen us. You can still do that. Hand me my son now,” her tone, was a bit pensive as she glued to her spot.“The keys!” the soldier demanded with temerity, “Hand them over to me or I swear to god I will blow his skull and hand them to you for dinner. The keys now!” he began to near her and each time he did, earned her a step backward.“I can’t,” she tossed her head, her face squeezing in utter rejection as she clamped the bunch even tighter, her eyes scanning around for any weapon of defense. She only could

Shortly after Diego had left, Alicia had engaged Peter in a steamy stare. Her eyes focused on the large bunch of key drooping from his jacket. She knew that was the key to the major exit and if she could have it, she would be on her way out of the dangerous bunker.Peter was pouring some wine by the corner of the shelf, his eyes fixed on mixing some wine.She held out her G-string, the same G-string Diego had stripped from her waist. “Opportune to see this.” She flirted with him, her focus still on the key.Peter managed a smile on his face and then shrugged, “You are my master’s food, but trust me when I tell you I have so much respect for your husband, and he is the master I speak of.” Peter paused to recall his impactful experience with Lucas. “He was such a dedicated general and a teacher.”Alicia sighed. “I am tired of dreaming about him, I hope someday I will see him in flesh and blood. The system wants to scrape his name from what is rightfully his. They slaughtered his parents

The moment Alicia heard the stomping of boot in the corridor, she knew who it was so she adjusted and held Morris tightly. Their confines were a transparent roofed house which gave room for the direct penetration of sunlight.Diego had put her and the kid in that confine after she dared to escape a few days ago.With red, brimming eyes, she squinted at the handle of the door opening gently and permissively. And then she began to adjust to the edge of the wall with Morris tightly held in her embrace.Diego paused at the door, his restless eyes roaming from edge to edge, trying to see if she was up to some skims. He took out his 8-rounds pistol, his boot stomping as he neared her.“You never told me your husband was the unbeatable monster who could take down hundreds of soldiers as if he were walking on anthills,” he pressed the gun on her skull and then put it between her thick lips.“Taking a look at you right now arouses my dick. You must be good at giving a head, huh,” he burst into

Lucas didn’t just wait for the soldier to confront him. Like a dove flying from the sky, he crash-landed in front of them, and they fell back and held out their rifles, heavy cracking of bullet shells filled the air.Lucas stood, his gaze lowered, long hair covering his hospital-looking face as he stroked his pendant.“I expect some of you soldiers to be loyal to me but you have chosen death over life, captivity over freedom. Now for the sake of being your former general, I will give you the opportunity to walk away as living souls.”“No, Lucas!” they chanted at once, their rifles still pointing at him, “You have no power to give us commands anymore. We are only answerable to two entities, Diego and Mr. president. And you have been instructed to vacate the presidential cemetery so that the president’s mother can be buried. You can also do us more favor by vacating the refinery as well.”Those words stole his excitement but he managed to repeat himself. “You all are people’s wives, fat