khuthi_makananise

A wise fool once said 'the heart wants what it wants'. Unfortunately, no one told me that sometimes, what the heart wants could be the only missing piece of a recipe for disaster. Maybe I wouldn't have listened; then we would have made it out unscathed. But there was no way to avoid it. I was in love with my principal. Heart, mind, body and soul. How do I say no to that?

Azania Wyatt is an 18 year old high school senior, who has had everything at the drop of a hat. She is daddy's little girl and has some underlying issues from her childhood that she keeps dead and buried. 

Anthony Matthews is a 24 year-old married retired F1 race car driver, who has now taken up his legacy seat as the principal of Westerbridge Academy. Anthony also just so happens to be the brother of Azania's godfather. And he is seemingly the only person who can see beneath Azania's fake facade. 

What will happen when the two of them cross the line and fall in to each other's arms instead?

Racing Hearts

When I open them again, I am in hospital. There is a nurse at the foot of my bed who is scribbling something in a file, and another who is standing to my right, administering the cannula. I try to sit up, but immediately regret the effort when pain shoots up my body, making me hiss. The nurse on my right discards her duties, gently laying a hand on my shoulder, coaxing me to stay still. How and when did I get here?

"Good evening, dear. My name is Sister Thandeka. Do you know where you are?" the nurse at the foot of my bed asks, closing her file. Hesitantly, I nod.

"You have suffered a concussion, among other things. The doctor said you need to take it slow. Maureen and I are here to assist you. Could you tell me your name?" her voice is gentle and has me yearning for a mother's love.

Chapter Eighty-One: Cruel Reality