Novels by Rose Ndungu

Joe’s hands trembled as he gripped the controls of the shuttle, Damm, this can't be happening, Lena! Lena!" Joe shouted as the alien ship’s explosion still replayed in his mind, the fiery burst that swallowed Lena. He could not shake the image, the gut-wrenching certainty that she was gone. His gaze flickered at Martin, who lay unconscious beside him, his skin ashen and his breathing shallow. “ Hang on, Martin, I won't lose you also, I won't allow it.” Joe muttered under his breath, adjusting their course towards the Vanguard airship. The shuttle hummed as it sped through space, the stars blurring into streaks of light. Every second felt like an eternity, the silence inside the cockpit heavy with dread. Joe’s crackled to life, a familiar voice cutting through the static. “Joe, what’s your status? ” It was Commander Reeves, the leader of their Vanguard unit. Joe swallowed hard, his voice shaky as he replied. “ Commander, we have... we have lost Lena. The alien ship exploded. She d

"Massimo! Help! Somebody, please help me!" Elena cried out, her voice filled with desperation.Massimo, who had been sitting in his study, poring over the ancient journal that he was given by Detai, heard her scream and immediately sprang to his feet. His heart pounded in his chest as he raced down the hallway to their bedroom. His mind was flooded with fear and worry; the memory of the recent incident flashed on his mind. Massimo burst into the room, finding Elena clutching her stomach, her face contorted in agony. "Elena! What’s wrong?" he asked, his voice shaking with concern as he rushed to her side.Elena's eyes were wide with pain and terror. "It hurts, Massimo. It hurts so much," she gasped, tears streaming down her cheeks.Massimo gently lifted her into his arms, feeling the tremors that wracked her body. "Hang on, darling. I’m getting you to the hospital."Just as he was about to carry her out of the room, two of the guardians, who had heard Elena's screams, appeared in the

The evening was still, the calm before the storm. Massimo, Elena, and the Guardian were in the living room, discussing their next steps in the ongoing battle against the dark forces. The house, fortified with ancient wards, felt secure but there was a lingering tension in the air, an unspoken awareness that safety was temporary. Suddenly, the tranquility was shattered by the sound of glass breaking. Massimo jumped to his feet, his heart racing. "What was that?Before anyone could react, the front door burst open, and several figures in black masks stormed in. The Guardian was the first to respond, moving with lightning speed to intercept the intruders. "Stay behind me!" he commanded, his voice a mix of authority and urgency.Massimo grabbed Elena's hand, pulling her close. "Elena, stay with me. We need to get out of here."But the attackers were relentless. They moved with precision, clearly well-trained and intent on their mission. One of them lunged at Massimo, a blade glinting in

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen windows, casting a warm glow over the table where Massimo, Elena, and the Guardian sat, eating breakfast. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and pancakes filled the air, a comforting contrast to the tension that lingered from the previous night's revelations. As Massimo lifted his cup to take a sip, his phone buzzed on the table. He glanced at the screen and saw his boss's name flash across it."I need to take this," he said, standing up and moving toward the living room for privacy. Elena watched him go, a knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. She turned to the Guardian, who sat across from her, his expression calm yet alert. Massimo answered the call, his heart already heavy with the foreboding tone in his boss's voice. "Hello, Mr. Stevenson.""Massimo," Mr. Stevenson's voice was flat and formal, lacking its usual warmth. "I hope I did not catch you at a bad time."" No, it's fine," Massimo replied, his eyes darting back to the kitc

The living room was dimly lit, the flickering glow of the television casting long shadows on the walls. Elena sat on the edge of the couch, her fingers anxiously twisting the edge of a blanket. The evening news played in the background, but her attention was fixed on the door, her mind racing with worry. It was past midnight, and Massimo had still not returned home.The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second amplifying her anxiety. Elena picked up her phone for the tenth time, checking for any missed calls or messages. Nothing. Her heart pounded as a thousand scenarios flashed through her mind, each more troubling than the last. Massimo had been distant lately, his work consuming him. But he had never stayed out this late without at least sending a message.Suddenly, she heard the sound of the front door unlocking. Elena's heart leapt into her throat. She jumped up, rushing to the entryway just as the door creaked open. There stood Massimo, his face a mask of exhaustion and wo

The streets were quiet in the early afternoon as Massimo walked home, his mind still reeling from the events of the day. The loss of Detai weighed heavily on his heart, the pain fresh and raw. He barely noticed the people he passed, his thoughts a tangled web of grief and determination. His surroundings seemed muted, as though the world had lost some of its color.He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the figure following him until it was too late. A strong hand suddenly clamped over his mouth, and he felt a piece of cloth being pressed against his nose and mouth. He struggled, panic surging through him, but the grip was too strong. A sickly sweet smell filled his nostrils, and darkness quickly overtook him.When Massimo regained consciousness, he was disoriented, his head throbbing. He tried to move, but his hands were bound tightly behind his back. The air was thick with the smell of dust and mildew, and the dim light cast eerie shadows on the walls. He was in a wareh