Naijei

THIS NOVEL CONTAINS R-18 CONTENT
(this is original work not a translation)


Anai’ya is a cunning, cold-blooded leader of an underground organization whose number one goal is too destroy one man. The man who drowned her in pain and misery.

As her story unravels she discovers that not only has her life been a lie but what she thought she had was never actually hers. Her ability to love has died, happiness eludes her as she dives into the dark murky waters of revenge. 

Will she ever be able to love again? 

Will she ever be able to hold on to happiness?

Will she choose the light over the darkness?


***EXCERPT***

She knelt down in front of two tall black marble tombstones. Placing red roses in front of the right one and sunflowers on the left one she sat down on the neatly trimmed grass.

"It's been a while since I've been here. I know I haven't been checking in as much as I use too and I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?" She asked in a guilty voice. Her hand reached out to caress the rose petals in front of the grave.

"I finally have all the pieces I need to enact my plan. That's why I have been absent for so long but I now have everything I need to collect the debt that's owed to us. That's owed to you both." her voice cracked at the end.” Pain and sorrow evident on her face.

"I will avenge you both. I won't let those who took you from this world, from Lucian and me, live peacefully. I promise they will be punished. I swear that on my life. I just hope you can forgive me for all the evil I've committed to get here and have yet to commit to finally avenge you." Anai'ya promised as wave of melancholy washed over her. Looking at the two portraits in front of her, her stone heart began to ache with inexplicable pain.

She stood up closing her eyes as fat tears threatened to fall. Taking a deep breath she opened her light amber eyes to look up at the sky and released her breath.

"I'll be back Mom and Dad. I'll visit as much as I can."

She turned on her heels and slowly walked back towards her car. Gazing up at the light blue sky as she did so, she clenched her hands into tight fists.

Her amber eyes flashed with a cold light as she stopped for a moment and looked back at the graves behind her.

She'd bleed him dry if it was the last thing she did. She'd bleed them all to the last drop because that's what they deserved. That's what he deserved.

She would return all the pain inflicted on her family tenfold. There was no line she wouldn't cross to achieve her goal. The interest had accumulated and it was time to collect.

Her brother suffered physical torment.

Her parents were killed in cold blood.

Her life was turned inside out. She was marred for life. She hardly resembled a human being because of it.

The monster inside her was raging and ready to come out, the cage she had kept it in was collapsing. 

They had no idea what was coming.

The Cold & Ruthless Queen

Anaiya and Andre arrived at Ben's Bagels in Brooklyn. It was a hole in the wall type of place, it was crowded nosy, and small. There was always a line to order that sometimes reached around the corner. However, today it was pretty peaceful there were even places to sit. 


Anai'ya's stomach rumbled loudly making her want to hide under a rock as it was loud enough for the people around her to hear. Her face turned beet red and her eyes trailed downwards in embarrassment.


Andre smiled dotingly and squeezed her shoulder before helping her sit on a booth by the window facing the busy street. 


"I'll go order." He walked to the counter and waited in the cue. 


Anai'ya was busy looking at the pedestrian's hustle and bustle from one end of the street to the other. Although it was Saturday morning and most places of work were closed it didn't stop the morning hustlers. Staring at the high buildings and small shops in view a small smile formed on her lips.


She loved the busy streets, it brought the city to life. Watching men and women walk by: some in a hurry others just strolling along the sidewalk gave her a small sense of belonging. Quiet, lonely places made her skin crawl. Past traumas made her afraid of silence. 


Losing herself in her thoughts she didn't realize when Andre came back. Her eyes had a sparkle in them as a small enchanting smile danced on her pretty lips. Her chin rested on her hand tilting it sideways making the rays of sunshine fall on one half of her face making her look angelic. 


Andre didn't disturb her instead he sat there and watched her. It was rare to see her this way, there was always an expressionless look in her eyes her face was always rigid and cold. Only on the few occasions she would smile or flirt with him would her facial expression change. 


This was the girl he had fallen in love with all those years ago. Her face hadn't changed much, it had only matured and blossomed into even more breathtaking features. Time was her friend, the heavens were in her favor. He felt extremely lucky to have her in his life. 


Feeling an intense stare coming from across the table Anai'ya raised her eyes meeting those dark pupils that reflected her face in them. The deep emotions swirling in them made her uneasy, he didn't care to hide them. She schooled her expression subconsciously clenching her jaw. Having the sudden urge to leave his line of vision to breathe without his eyes trailing her every move she shifted her body to lean back in her seat.


"I have something to ask you." She said peering at him from the corner of her eye as she looked at the bustling street. 


"Would you leave everything behind in this world and start over someplace new?" 


"Mmm...I'm not sure." His eyes flickered with curiosity at her random question.


"What if... what if I wanted to do just that?" She probed. 


Startled, Andre stared intently at her.


"It's just a thought. What if one day I grow tired of this life? It's a lot of handle.." she sighed, her voice weary and withered.


"Then stop. You don't have to feel tired if you stop working." Andre said.


Andre felt something amiss with her sudden question but he didn't dwell on it too much. He reached over and grabbed her hand that rested on the table, holding her soft palm in his large warm one. His fingers traced the lines in them. They sank into silence each of them preoccupied with their own thoughts.


Run-in (1)