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

Damien's face darkened at the thought of Anai'ya's text. She had been avoiding him these past couple of days, coming home past midnight since he arrived. She avoided him like a plague. 


However, she would prefer to ignore him and talk to Andre-whom she hated. Was that not a slap in the face? Thus he downed glass after glass of whiskey hoping to forget his sorrows even for just a moment. 


"What's your problem?" Andre asked as he watched him drink the whiskey like water. He could see the conflicted emotions in the man's eyes and it made him curious.


"Rough week." Damien burped with glassy eyes. He was leaning back in his seat with his leg crossed over the other. His posture was rogue and relaxed. 


Raising his eyebrows at the man's response Andre decided not to intrude on his matters so he dropped the subject. It was none of his business anyway.


The room drifted off into silence as both men focused on drinking. Neither one of them made an attempt at conversation. They weren't really friends anyway so why pretend?


Suddenly the door swung open, it startled them making both men look up simultaneously. Both men immediately stood up with glowing eyes.


They saw the woman they both loved standing at the door and their faces changed. Neither men realizing the reaction of the other they both stared at her with deep love in their eyes.


"Am I interrupting?" Anai 'ya asked sweetly closing the door behind her. Her graceful figure swayed from side to side as she made her way over to them. 


She wore a thin turtleneck sweater in light pink tucked into a black skirt that reached a few inches above her knee with a slit on the side exposing her smooth thigh. She had on a pair of strappy sandals revealing her pretty toes that were painted the color of her sweater. It was simple but elegant with a hint of sexy. 


Damien sucked in his breath at how beautiful she looked. His eyes were already glazed from the alcohol and looking at such a gorgeous scene made them cloud over even more. He suppressed the urge to go to her and wrap his arms around her. He could only bitterly watch as Andre reached over to do exactly that. 


It was torture seeing the man hug and kiss the woman he loved. It pained him to only be able to watch as someone else claimed what he had coveted for so long.


The envy in his heart was threatening to show it's ugly head as he watched them hug. Swallowing the bitter taste in his mouth he sat back down reaching for another glass of whiskey. 


"Babe, you remember Damien?" Andre said pulling a chair out for her. He was beyond ecstatic that she was here he immediately began to serve her a glass of wine.


"Of course. Long time no see Damien." She greeted him offering him a polite smile. 


"Yeah, long time," Damien said wryly. He didn't even bother looking up from his glass. The coldness radiating off his body was an indicator that he didn't wish to speak to her.


Anai'ya grimaced inwardly at his response. She hid the sadness in her eyes as she accepted the glass of wine Andre offered her. She shifting her eyes to Andre and flashed him a sweet smile. Andre grinned back before placing his large hand on her thigh.


The coldness of his touch made her shiver. She could feel him rubbing his calloused fingers on the exposed skin on her leg. His eyes were fixed on her not leaving her for a second. She could see how happy he was to see her. She had to admit that although she hated his guts it was still a nice feeling to know she was wanted.


Interruption