Novels by SimplyBee

Lucas's POVLucas heard familiar voices all around him, but his brain couldn't figure out who was speaking. They had tried to be as quiet as they possibly could, but was failing miserably.He tried to open his eyes, but they seemed to have a mind of their own and were taking their sweet time to do so.His interest piqued as he overheard someone speak. "He's awake! His eyes are shaking. Shouldn't we call the doctor…"Who's awake? Lucas thought. It had to be him that they were referring to. He was lying down on a warm bed too.He attempted to move his body, and while it was impossible at first since his body felt heavy like a log of wood, he was able to finally shift his hand.The folks in the room were conversing quicker and moving around, judging by their heavy footfall. He was now curious about what was going on around him.Lucas tried again to open his eyes, and this time he was successful, but he had to close them again, almost immediately, when blinding light entered his eyes."C'

Nathan's POVNathan shifted his sitting position so that he was half lying down on the plush couch as he watched Elton Ross being carried out of the court and down the stairs.The reporters waiting for an interview outside the court rushed towards him and tried to get near the man despite the officers holding Elton on both sides attempting to stop them."What can you say about the final verdict?!" Someone shouted, prompting more questions from other reporters." Did you plead guilty or not guilty! Are you responsible for the death of your son in-law?!"" What do you have to say about your daughter's murder!"Nathan sighed. Shaking his head. Elton Ross had this coming for him for a very long time. He watched the man lower his head in shame. He rolled his eyes and switched to another channel, but they were still reporting the same story about billionaire CEO, Elton Ross ordering the murder of his son-in-law, Lucas, and how he had pleaded guilty to the other four counts laid against him

Elton's POVTo others, Piper was just another person who succumbed to the cruel grasp of death. The notion of being responsible for his daughter's death occurred to Elton, but he took a deep breath and buried it.'Now was not the time to deal with trivial matters, Elton'. He reminded himself mentally."Thank you, doctor. How is she?" He asked, alluding to Margaret.The doctor exhaled and shook his head. "She's not well. Her body is frail, and she is deficient in some nutrients, which we are currently injecting into her. I assume she took your daughter's death the hard way," he stated.Elton sighed. "You might say that." He mumbled. He admitted that he should have taken her to the hospital sooner, but assumed she could handle the loss and grief on her own.Margaret has experienced loss before. She lost her parents at a young age. So this shouldn't have taken a toll on her especially when she wasn't close to Piper, but perhaps, the bond between mother and daughter was too hard to ignore

Elton's POVElton Ross stood still, staring at the lifeless body in the ironically beautiful casket. He couldn't believe it had been almost two weeks since he received the news that shocked him to his core. His only daughter had been shot dead by none other than a henchman he had hired.The plan had been simple: shoot once to scare Nathaniel Hayes. But the plan, which had been simple, had grown so complex the moment the henchman had decided that killing Nathaniel Hayes instead would scare the man, and that had brought Elton the most regret.He could still see Piper's smile in his sleep, her smirk, and deep calculative frown, when things didn't go her way, which she had inherited from him. Her seductive stare as she was about to ensnare a man in her fingers.He always woke up dreaming about her and the dreams always ended with that disappointing stare from his daughter. He had killed her.How could he forget her nagging? She had gone to him a few days before her death to protest abou

Nathan's POVHayden laughed and said, "It's funny how you guys could do things that even the police force wouldn't think of." He said, nodding to August.August rolled his eyes but stayed silent. He had the sensation that the man moved mostly in the dark and kept hidden unless it was essential to reveal himself, which explained his location behind the door.Leslie scoffed. "If you want to survive in a large family like ours, you have to learn to do things on your own. After nearly three hours, they left in different directions. I have a feeling they might not even know the members," he remarked."They fucking wore masks inside the house and blindfolds inside the car while leaving. I was only able to catch a glimpse because the compound was surrounded by a huge wall…" August revealed from where he was half hidden."Give me a coordinate, and I'll get satellite footage of the building and its surroundings. Except, they are hidden underground." Chris murmured.While Chris was talking, Myl

Nathan's POVEveryone huddled together in the living room. Nathan was sitting on the couch, while Scott sat on the armrest, half leaning against him."How are you?" Hayden questioned him.Nathan frowned. He last saw the man months ago. If Hayden needed to notify them of something, he would always call, or Scott would go down to the station. This was the first time he had seen the detective in a long time, and the way that Hayden was acting gave him the impression that he had conclusive evidence and was only waiting for their agreement to proceed with his plans."I'm fine." He responded. "You were shot at, and Scott said you've been asleep for two days; don't you think it's best you get checked out at the hospital to be sure you're in great shape?" the police officer inquired.Nathan arched his brow; he hadn't considered it before, and now that detective Hayden had mentioned it, he wondered why he hadn't woke up in the hospital instead, especially given Scott's overprotective and cau

Breakfast at the shepherds household was chaotic, with Lennon walking around the kitchen doing only God knows what and his mother, Mira, trying to salvage what was left of the breakfast she was preparing that ended up burning. Uncle Jacob is just sitting there and arguing with his wife to let him cook, while she bluntly refuses. Yeah, breakfast was chaotic.Gabriel sighed for the umpteenth time that morning, and it wasn’t even eight in the morning yet. He saw Lennon leave the kitchen after trying to get both of his parents' attention and failing. He contemplated joining the guy, but he was damn hungry.He looked at the tray of burnt pancakes on the counter and shook his head."Can you just let me cook?" Uncle Jacob said"No! You’re injured, and I can do this." Aunt Mira muttered.He scoffed. "You've been trying to do this since morning, Aunt Mira, and you’ve been failing... I’m hungry…” he whined.The glares from both couples made him zip up his lips, especially with Uncle Jaco

The stress of the long flight and then the photoshoot was weighing down on him now that he was relaxed. He knew that they still had about ten minutes on the road before they got to Uncle Jacob’s place, so he decided to catch a little sleep.He closed his eyes moments later.Gabriel felt someone shaking his shoulder, so he snapped his eyes open, wondering where he was briefly, until he remembered that he was in Danny’s car. He sat up straighter, looking around the area. He saw Danny by his side, looking at him."Just how tired are you?" Danny asked him.He exhaled, yawning and stretching in the car. "I'm very tired; I haven’t gotten a rest since I got here," he said.Danny gave him a pitiful look—a look that didn’t suit the guy’s beautiful face at all. Sometimes he wondered how a guy would look this beautiful and handsome at the same time. It amazes him how Danny had what every model was looking for but wasn’t using it."We're here... good thing because you’ll eat too. I assume y

"Can you not lean too close to me?”, Gabriel Estellio asked the lady standing in front of him who was doing his make-up. She was so close to him that he could perceive her perfume, which was irritating to his nose. It was cheap and unpopular, so he couldn’t place the scent."Sorry,” she muttered, moving her body away. He sighed, looking down at his screen again. He smiled. Danny was coming to his photoshoot after school when he received the text. Sometimes, Danny would join for a photoshoot, but recently, the guy had stopped doing photoshoots, and he couldn’t wait to see him.Staying in Italy and having friends in New York was not easy at all. He had pleaded with his father to let him attend high school here in New York, but the man had bluntly refused. Emmett Estellio wanted his children close to him during their early years. He was ready to give in for college, as his father had told them, but not high school.So he would always make sure he met up with the guys whenever he w

Lennon had not meant to slam the breaks; it had been an unconscious action in reaction to what he had just discovered at that time: that the guy he had stumbled on in the hallway, the one with silver hair, who happens to be the QB of the Tigers and plays just like him, was the same guy he had bumped into about ten years ago in a hallway in a stadium here in Newark.He scoffed. Life and fate were funny; they had a way of reuniting even the best of enemies. He could still remember the silver-haired boy, even though he had tried to forget him at some point after that incident.There was something eerily familiar about the boy, even now, that he couldn’t seem to place his hands on. It was as if he should know what it was, yet he didn't, and that didn’t sit well with him.In all his life, this was probably the first time he felt threatened in football. Pardon his arrogance, but he had not met a high school student who could play like him or as good as him. As early as three years old,

Danny could not remember the last time he felt this good; it sure had been a long time. After slamming the idiot in the car, his excitement level had risen to a level that was temporary, he knew. Of course, he is aware of the long stares that the guy gave him during the game. At a point, the way the guy would bite his lips became so funny that he didn’t even know how to flirt.Lennon climbed into the car, chuckling. He was half expecting the guy to scold him or lecture him on how he needed to be more careful in the future, blah, blah, blah, but Lennon had simply shook his head and started the car.Lennon typed in the GPS of the hotel they were going to stay at and started the car."I can’t wait to sleep." Danny muttered beside him, resting his head on his seat.He heard Lennon scoff, but ignored him and still rested his head on the window. They were still maneuvering their way out of the school’s parking lot when Lennon slammed the car's brakes, bringing the car to a sudden halt

"We need to talk, young man," she told him.He groaned, taking in her appearance; she looked like she was going out that night because those were not the clothes she wore earlier to the game."Can't I just rest, mom?" he muttered."No, sit!” , she ordered.He took a seat on the couch with a sigh."What the hell was that on the field today? Since when did you start playing wide receiver?", she asked, her voice a bit on the high side.Yeah, he forgot; his mother didn’t know that he could play in that position."It was a backup plan with the team, in case the playbook didn’t work, mom, and it won us the game... I can run, I can catch, I can throw, hell, I play ball! “, he muttered."There was a wide receiver playing already... Don’t talk to me like I don’t know football; I’ve been watching the game for years," she snapped at him."And if you noticed, I ran faster than him when I took the position," he told her. He didn’t know why he was telling her all this; it’s not like she to

“The only pictures worth making are the ones that are playing with fire.” ~ Billy Wilder Isabella walked into the forensic department of the police force with renewed zeal and focus. She moved with a strong and firm desire to catch the arsonist. After hitting a head block for weeks, she was hoping for a miracle.She has left the hospital after Johan had woken up and even though she had seen him briefly, they had not spoken to each other. What was she supposed to say, ' hey, I’m sorry for not backing you up', ' I’m sorry you got hurt while I was being a mess', ' I’m your partner and I suck'.She sighed, pushing the doors to the lab where the evidence from the crime scene was being analyzed. She spotted Hayden before he saw her.“ Hey” Hayden called with a wave.She went to stand next to him, looking through the transparent glass separating them from the lab.“ hey, what’s the news.?” She asked Hayden.The man flicked his gaze briefly to her before he sighed.“ you know

“ Mikael!, Wake up.” Someone called him, shaking his shoulders.He frowned, who the hell was Mikael, he thought as he forced his eyes open to look into the green eyes of the familiar man that now frequently appeared in his dreams.“ C’mon son, you’ll be late for school if you don’t get up, plus your mom would eat my head if you’re late…” the familiar man said.Johan’s frown deepened, what the hell was going on. The man was calling him Mikael. Was he hallucinating or something, and school?, What school was he talking about, he thought.“Get moving son” the man said, as he dragged Johan out of the bed. He wanted to ask the man who he was, but his mouth couldn’t utter a word even as he was dragged out of bed into a familiar hallway. He tried to remember where he had seen this hallway before, but his memory was coming up short.The man led him to the table and sat him down, before he went about doing other things in the kitchen; making breakfast perhaps.This certainly was not

Isabella stood fixed by the door. She could see Johan clearly from where she was standing, though the door was closed, she could look through the glass opening on the door and see him. He was lying on the bed with an oxygen mask on his face, he had tubes and wires connected to his body that she couldn’t even trace what each was for. Her eyes settled on the monitor where she could see his heart rate. He was alive, that was all that mattered. He was alive.She caught Erik, Johan’s brother staring at her from inside the room, but he turned back to look at Johan as if she was not there. She had a feeling that he understood to a certain degree how she felt and was giving her time to organize her thoughts.The explosion at Norman’s house had shook her. It had triggered another traumatic experience for her where she had to remember her past Memories that she would rather forget totally. Of all the recent episodes that she had experienced, this one was the worse. It had taken her a while be

Erik knew that he was doomed, the moment his father turned to glare at him, he knew that their lies had finally caught up with them. His father smiled as he turned to look at a confused Lucas.“ oh, you’re Lucas?, Johan had mentioned you before…”, his father muttered. Really? Erik wanted to ask, because he highly doubt that his brother had mentioned Lucas to the man before. Erik blinked, what was his father playing at here. There was no way Johan would have mentioned Lucas to their father. He had been hiding the fact that he was working for the police force, so he couldn’t possibly tell his father about Lucas, who is a detective.Lucas smiled with a nod, “ he did?”, he asked surprised. “ that’s surprising …” Lucas muttered as he flicked his gaze to stare at Erik with an arched brow. Erik looked away though, after giving him the ' cut it' sign.“ Yes...so my son was caught in an explosion. I want to know why my son was even in the building in the first place?”, Geoffrey asked. “ I

Geoffrey cannot remember the last time he had driven this fast before, ignoring all traffic rules. He was shocked that a police van had not started following him and asked him to pull over for breaking traffic rules. He was a father who needed to get to his son one way or the other and if getting a speeding ticket would get him to Johan, then fine, he would get one.Geoffrey cut a vehicle that was about to cross into the other lane, he knew he was driving recklessly and could even hear curses from the other drivers.“ How long before I can get to the hospital, Jane?”, he asked the AI system installed in his car.“ at this rate Geoffrey, in five minutes…”, the AI replied.“ let’s make it three minutes then…”, he muttered, stepping on the paddle. “ I would advice against that as it breaks road regulations and can put you in danger…” Jane the AI answered.Geoffrey rolled his eyes, well, good thing he could over look that advice. Different thoughts ran through his mind about Johan. What

“ What?!, Someone got there before you?”, Geoffrey storm bellowed.The man standing before him took a step back and gave a Curt nod, “ yes sir. When I got there, the house had already exploded. I just merely escaped without being noticed.” He explained.Geoffrey ran a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath. Who the hell was doing this and why were they making it look like it was Mancap. This was the fourth time the house with the victims suing Mancap was exploding. It was either someone was intentionally killing them or they were looking for something.Or… The System, it couldn’t be right?. The last time the System surfaced, that was years ago. Years that he had put behind him. He shook his head. There’s no way they were back.“ if this keeps happening, then we’ll have to shift to plan b. For now, stay underground and well hidden. Your face might show up in the CCTV footage near the explosion, stay hidden. I’ll call you when it’s all cleared”, Geoffrey told the man in front o