Shadows of Earth is a sci-fi novel set in a future where Earth is ruled by Ice, a powerful leader from Mars. As tensions rise between humans and Alcans—an outcast race from Mars—political intrigue and personal conflicts unfold. The Jones family fights to reclaim their influence, while Nella, a strong-willed woman from the isolated human town of Parosh, struggles with her growing feelings for Ice despite her deep-seated hatred for his kind. Meanwhile, Exodus, the son of Mars’ ruler, seeks revenge, believing Ice stole his rightful place. In a world divided by power, prejudice, and hidden agendas, the battle for Earth’s future begins.

In the home that was meant to save her, love became the most dangerous temptation. After the sudden death of her father, seventeen-year-old Betty moore is uprooted from her familiar life in New York and sent to live with her estranged mother, Laura, in Texas. Thrust into a world she doesn't recognize, Betty finds herself under the roof of Laura’s wealthy and reserved husband, Bennett, a man she has never met—and the one who unexpectedly stepped in to become her guardian. Sharing the house is Chris, Bennett’s much younger half-brother, quiet and emotionally guarded. From the beginning, Betty is aware of their connection through Bennett—but what she doesn’t expect is how deeply she will connect with Chris himself. As friendship shifts into something more intense and complicated, Betty is forced to question everything she thought she knew about love, boundaries, and trust. Life in Texas is far from easy. Laura, the mother who abandoned her years ago, remains distant and cold. When Betty finally confronts her, Laura confesses a harrowing truth: Betty’s father was abusive, and Laura’s escape was driven by fear, guilt, and the desperate need to survive. Betty, left behind, became a painful reminder of that past. As Betty begins to see Bennett in a new light—not just as Laura’s husband, but as Chris’s protector and a man quietly carrying his own burdens—she learns that he never even knew she existed until a social worker called after her father’s death. Back at school, Dean Mwansa, a sweet and loyal classmate, becomes tangled in Betty’s emotional confusion. While she doesn’t mean to lead him on, her growing affection for Chris—unspoken but undeniable—creates a slow-burning jealousy that could ignite everything. The Uncle is a powerful coming-of-age story exploring trauma, healing, forbidden love, and the tangled ties of family. As secrets unravel and emotions run high, Betty must navigate the delicate path between past pain and future hope—learning that love, in all its forms, can be the hardest truth of all

sandra fonda has a secret. Being at Northrise boarding school is just a way to run away from her father's scandel.But she discovers real friendship and love.The story follows Sandra as she balances her dual identity (her real self vs. the public persona) while facing social conflicts, school rivalries, and romantic tension. She grapples with the consequences of a viral video exposing part of her true self, navigates jealousy and sabotage from peers like Emily, and finds unexpected allies in friends like Monica.

CHAPTER 1 Esther , a young woman in her early twenties stood near a bus in the crowded bus terminal with a confused expression on her face. People pushed her out of the way, it was so chaotic and she looked around hopelessly. Esther was medium height, slender with long black hair tied backwards and she was wearing an office trouser suit. It had been 5 years since she had been in Lusaka. David watched Esther with amusement for a while and then he approached her. 'Esther?' David murmured. David was a tall and fit man with short black hair .He was wearing cargo shorts and a t-shirt. Esther turned and when she saw David she just stood still still. 'You have grown up.' David continued. Esther frowned. 'You are late… here are my bags.' She said handing him her big suitcase. David smiled and picked up two large suitcases. 'Carry the small one.' He said walking away. Esther wasn't happy that her father had insisted that she visit her uncle and his family. It was so strange because she had not seen any of his kids in over ten years. She was tired of sitting on the bus for four hours. 'Didn’t you come with someone to help you? ' She complained. 'I think we will manage. David walked on. Esther hesitated and then carried a bag and rushed after him. David opened an old jeep car and put the bags. Esther looked annoyed as she almost threw the bag into the car. Before she could get into the car, David started the engine. She ran and opened the passenger door and by the time she sat next to him the car started moving and she banged the door shut. David seemed relaxed and Esther appeared angry. ' 'You have not changed much from when I last Saw you, you are still skinny.' David mocked her. ' ' You haven’t changed either, you are just as despicable as you were ten years ago.' Esther snapped, ' I told uncle not to send you to pick me up!' She spat. David giggled and drove on. The farm was huge; Esther poped her head out of the window and watched the cows and goats grazing on the vast grass area and there were people minding the crops and others on tractors. She was troubled by her father's behaviour and seeing David again unsettled her. David parked in front of the old house that looked as if it had not been painted in years. 'Home, sweet home.' David came out of the car and removed the bags while Esther just sat in the car. David finished unloading and went to Esther’s window. ' We are here.' He said. ' I want to go back home.' She said without thinking. ' I can’t hear you, what did you say?' David laughed. ' What are you laughing at! I never wanted to come here !' Esther snapped. She noticed Sally, Cindy and Sunday watching her with disappointment and she felt embarrassed. David smirked and moved away from the car. ' ' Please come in the house, you must be Tired.' uncle Sunday said calmly. He was an overweight man in his late fifties. ' Hello uncle.' Esther came out of the car quickly. Cindy immediately hugged her. ' Hey.’ She said. Cindy was a simple looking woman wearing a flowery red dress and her hair was tied neatly backwards. ‘Hey.’Esther smiled. Cindy looked so different from the fat jovial girl she had been close to. 'Hey, am…your aunt.' Sally said . She was a tall, thin woman with too much make up on her face and she had a long red wig on her head; she was wearing tight pants and a tight blouse. 'She is our new step mother, there has been at least three since you were last here.' David remarked. Sally snorted and gave David a look of disapproval. Sunday and Cindy seemed unbothered. ' David, take the bags inside the house.' Sunday ordered. David complied and carried some bags inside the house. Sunday carried the last bag and Esther followed everyone into the house. Esther walked in the small sitting room with clean white walls and cheap furnishings hesitantly. ' Please sit. ' Sally smiled. Esther sat . Her mind wasn't there with them. something was happening with her father and she was heartbroken that he couldn't confide in her. ' Cindy, take your cousin to her room. You look tired dear.' Sunday said. ' Am very tired.' Esther got up and followed her cousin out of the room.

Chipo Anderson, a talented Zambian designer, relocates to New York City to work for her father's enigmatic best friend, David Sterling. As she adjusts to her new life and the challenges of the fashion industry, Chipo finds herself irresistibly drawn to David. Their growing attraction leads to a passionate romance, but they must navigate personal and cultural obstacles to discover if love can truly conquer all.

Chapter One   Alice Mwansa had always been good at following other people’s rules. She’d earned a degree in Business Administration from the University of Zambia, just like her parents wanted — a serious degree, her mother always insisted. But no matter how many jobs she tried, she could never stay. Marketing. Insurance. Banking. She quit each one within months, bored or overwhelmed.   It didn’t matter that she failed, because money had never been a problem. Her parents had built a comfortable life in Lusaka’s Rhodes Park, and Alice still lived at home, in her childhood bedroom, safe under their roof. But safety had a price.   Two younger siblings, both already married. A mother who reminded her every chance she got: “Your sisters are building families. What about you, Alice? When will you give us good news?”   That guilt had become a drumbeat in Alice’s mind, pushing her toward Ben, her boyfriend of three years. He was older, polished, easy to introduce to her parents, and he’d made promises about one day.   Tonight those promises had burned to ash.   Alice sat hunched on the living room couch, shaking, phone clutched in sweaty hands. Her medium-brown skin felt tight and hot from crying, her large dark brown eyes blurred with fresh tears. She scrolled through Ben’s phone again, unable to look away.   Ben: Miss you baby. Can’t wait to see you again. Ben: She’ll never know. Ben: Same place tomorrow?   Dozens of messages. Photos too — women in half-naked selfies, sprawled on unfamiliar bedsheets.   It felt like her lungs had collapsed.   She tried to stand but her knees gave way, dropping her back onto the couch. A sob tore through her, sharp and jagged.   The apartment door slammed open.   “Alice?!”   Frida’s voice cut through the air like a blade.   Frida Mulenga — tall at 5'7", with deep brown glowing skin, a short-cropped natural afro shaped perfectly around her head. Her bold purple lipstick looked fierce against her confident grin, but now her sharp brown eyes burned with worry.   Alice couldn’t answer, only let another sob rip free.   Frida strode over, crouching down so her strong jawline was level with Alice’s. “Talk to me. What did that idiot do?”   Alice held out the phone with a trembling hand.   Frida’s face darkened as she scrolled. “Oh, Alice. That bastard.”   Alice gasped for air, her slim shoulders trembling. “I waited, Frida. For years, I waited for him to love me enough. And all this time—”   Frida gathered her up in a tight hug. “He is not worth one of your tears.”   But the tears kept coming anyway.   “I feel so stupid,” Alice whispered against Frida’s shoulder, the faint scent of Frida’s vanilla perfume cutting through the sour panic.   “You’re not stupid,” Frida snapped. “You’re kind. That’s all.”   Alice tried to believe it, but her mind replayed every dinner with her parents, every conversation about Ben’s supposed plans.   Frida stood abruptly, her athletic build taut with energy. “Get up.”   “What?”   “Get up, Alice. We are not staying here. You are not going to cry in this apartment while that waste of a man is out there having fun. We’re going out.”   Alice flinched. “Frida, no, I can’t—”   “Yes, you can.” Frida’s voice softened, but stayed iron-strong. “We’re going to Indigo Lounge. You need to breathe, even if it’s just for one night.”   “Frida, I don’t belong there tonight—”   “Too bad. Get up.”   Frida all but shoved Alice toward the bathroom. Ten minutes later, Alice was blinking at herself in the mirror. Her shoulder-length straight black hair hung limp around her face, and her normally expressive dark eyes were still swollen from crying.   Frida pushed a navy-blue wrap dress into her hands. “Wear this.”   “Frida, it’s too—”   “Perfect,” Frida insisted. “It hugs you in the right places.”   Alice sighed and slipped it on. It fit snug against her gentle curves, highlighting a body she usually tried to hide under blouses and slacks.   Frida, meanwhile, pulled on dark jeans and a lilac off-shoulder top, the color popping against her deep brown skin.   When they stepped out into the night, the city lights seemed painfully bright.   Great East Road was alive with minibuses flashing hazards, young men calling for passengers, the occasional pothole causing a car to swerve.   Frida drove them through Kabulonga, past a strip of restaurants and boutique shops until they reached Indigo Lounge — a neon-glowing club popular with young professionals and expats.   Outside, the line was thick with partygoers in sequins, bright suits, block heels, and crop tops. The bass from inside was so heavy Alice could feel it in her bones.   She hesitated. “Frida, I really can’t—”   “Yes. You can,” Frida repeated, her voice slicing through any resistance.   Inside, Indigo Lounge smelled of sweet perfumes and sweat, tinged with the rich hops of Mosi beer. The walls pulsed with pink and green neon, and a DJ layered N