Novels by Pen god

Anthony couldn't respond. He only gave a small nod, his face pale.Georgina continued, her tone carrying a hint of disgust. “Is that how she is? Telling lies? I mean, does she have to lie to you? Why didn't she just tell the truth, that she was going out to dine with her boyfriend? You wouldn't have stopped her.”Her intention in saying that was to fuel Anthony's aggression toward Sarah. He wanted him to be more hostile and furious at her so that he would only have time for her—Georgina—and not Sarah.Pausing briefly, she continued, “She was only trying to act like she had wanted to let you know just because she was caught red-handed, or else she wouldn't have even mentioned it to you.”She didn't stop. She went on uttering words that were disgusting about Sarah, condemning her single act with only one intention—to flare Anthony's anger toward Sarah.Anthony was numb, listening to every one of her words.“She isn't trustworthy. People like her are like snakes in green grass. They can

Her face grew pale. “I shouldn't have lied to him,” she cried. “I should have just told him the truth. Now, what was the essence of lying when he had caught me?” Her eyes rolled around the place, a tear clearly seen in her eyes.After a while of almost sitting on the ground, Sarah stood up, her composure straight. She wiped the tear that was almost dropping from her eyes and with that, she turned around, walking back inside. Meanwhile, inside the restaurant, Benjamin had already sat back on his seat, his elbow on the table, his hand supporting his chin.He was thinking about what had just transpired; however, his mind wasn't on anything else except Georgina.She had slapped him right in front of Anthony. She defended him and even warned him not to talk to Anthony the way he had done.“Wasn't this the same Georgina who offered to assist me? What then is she doing with that bastard?” He wondered loudly in his heart. Strange. A hum escaped his lips.He shifted slightly on his seat befo

Sarah also froze at the sight of Anthony. How? How could he be here? She whispered, completely astonished. Her eyes widened. She opened her mouth, but a coherent response couldn't come out. “An…. Anthony, you?” She stammered.Anthony’s eyes flicked from Sarah to Benjamin and he stared at him for a moment longer. Then, they flipped back to Sarah, his eyes filled with quiet intensity. He walked closer. “Sarah,” he called out, still as if he was dreaming. “What are you doing here? With him?” He gestured toward Benjamin. “Didn't you say you were at home taking a rest?” Sarah stood there, iced at a spot. Her mouth went dry of words, a heavy weight of guilt descending on her. “It—it's not what you think, Anthony. There's —”Anthony cut her off, his voice cold. “What else do you want to say? Lie to me again?” He said, completely annoyed. “I called to check on you to know how you were doing and you told me you were resting at home,” he paused, then added. “So, this is the house, right?” “

Georgina's eyes darted toward Anthony, “Him? No, no….” She quickly shook her head, trying to deny, but then completed it, “Yes, I mean, he had given me a lift before.” She lied. Reluctantly, she asked Anthony, “You? You seem to know him. Have you guys met before?” Anthony nodded. “Yes.”Benjamin cut in, but didn't reveal the truth. Instead, he put up a face, trying to act surprised. “Georgina,” he called out, “What are you doing with him? I…is he your boyfriend?” Georgina had told him that Anthony wasn't Sarah's boyfriend, yet she was with him. Something seems odd, rightly not in place. Georgina frowned, but masked it with a faint smile. “No, Anthony is my friend.”Benjamin scorned, disgust plastered on his face. “A friend? To you?” An amused laugh escaped his lips. “You mean there's no well-to-do looking guy out there that you can make friends with except this….”He looked from Anthony's head down to his toes. “This pathetic loser?” Georgina's face became a shade of red, her fur

When Benjamin got to the counter, his mind still swirling with annoyance as to why Sarah decided to make such a sudden decision, he shoved his card to the receptionist, “Here's my card, take out the bills,” he said, almost sounding rude.The receptionist blinked, caught off guard by the tone of his voice. She studied him for a brief moment before smiling faintly. Reluctantly she asked, “You don't okay, sir. Please, is there anything we can do to help?” She asked with concern in her voice as she took the card. She wanted to know what was making Benjamin annoyed. “Is it about our service? If there are any issues, please feel free to let us know,” she continued, raising her eyebrows at Benjamin.Benjamin's face contorted with anger. His fist clenched at his side as he shot the receptionist a deadly stare. “Just shut up and do what you're been asked to do! Get the fucking bills off and hand the card over!” He growled.The receptionist was taken aback. She only meant well. Nothing much.S

The call rang once and ended, but there was no response. Sarah's grip tightened around her phone as she stared at it, frustration written over her face. “Come on, Anthony, please, pick up,” she whispered strongly to herself, as if she could use magic to compel Anthony to pick up his phone that moment.She glanced at the time. It was ten minutes past ten. “Could he be sleeping?” She asked herself again and paused for a moment before starting again. “But it's not that late, doesn't he have something that might be keeping him busy?”Saying that, she dialed his number for the second time.Meanwhile, back inside the main hall of the restaurant, at Anthony's table, they were still eating when Georgina slowly paused, casually leaned in, and took her phone. As she glanced down at her screen, her eyes slightly widened in surprise. “What? So fast?” She muttered in disbelief.Anthony looked over, curious but concerned. “What's that?” He asked.Georgina hesitated before replying. “The time. It'

“Miss, get me another bottle!” Eric shouted at the waitress, his eyes rolling around the place dramatically. “Again?” The waitress asked, shock yet concern filled in her voice. “Shut up your trash and do as I command!” Eric barked at her again. “This is my money and you can't tell me what to do and what not to do with my money. Is that understood?” “Yes, sir! I'm sorry,” the waitress replied, her voice sharp with apologies yet respect. “I’m bringing it to you right away.” “Good!” Eric said, nodding his head. In front of him was a table occupied with just a glass and four bottles of beer he had just drunk. After the incident at his workplace, he decided to go to a bar to get himself to ease his frustration. To him, it was the best way to get rid of it. Eric stared at the four empty bottles of beer he had finished drinking. Then he blinked and started to smirk. “They all think I'm a poor person, don't they?” he muttered, his voice thick and slurred. He leaned back on his sea

Eric's hand stopped mid-air, his breath catching. “M–my home? What are you talking about?” He asked, looking confused as he set down the glass without taking a sip.Christopher smiled faintly, taking a seat opposite Eric. “You see, Eric. This is your home and I'm your grandfather—Christopher.”Boom! Eric was shocked. His eyes widened in disbelief. “Y—you’re my grandfather?” A faint smile escaped his lips and he shook his head. “Tell me you're joking, right?”Christopher shook his head, his expression calm and his smile never faltering. “That's the truth, my boy. Weren't you surprised how I got to know your name? That's because I'm a grandfather.”Eric's mind skipped, and fear gripped him almost immediately as something seemed to strike his head. The name sounded familiar and so was his face when he had a closer look. His late parents had made mention of this name to him but it was something not good.Eric forced himself up, moving back to the chair. “Y—you? You're alive?” Christophe

“Eric?” Eric repeated his own name, shocked. He immediately looked up at the old man. Confusion and surprise were written all over his face. “How do you know my name? And who are you?” He asked, still on his knees. Christopher smiled, understanding his curiosity but he said, “Please, stand up first and have a seat. Only when that is done shall we discuss.”Eric was reluctant but at the old man's persistence, he stood up, staring around briefly before looking at the man. He was short of words. “Please, sit down,” Christopher gestured toward the couch.“Sit down?” Eric asked, shaking his head as he glanced at the plush cushion. “No, I'll stand up, I can't afford to buy a new one if I dirty anyone.”Christopher chuckled lightly. “It doesn't matter. If it gets dirty, I'll trash it and get a new one.” His voice was casual as if getting a new cushion as plush as that was the simplest and easiest thing to do. “Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable, I'll be back.” Without wa

At that same time, the sun rose from the east and shone through the thick, luxurious curtains that hung in an epicurean living room that exuded wealth.The living room was vast, having polished cushions neatly and nicely arranged. Artworks were used to beautify the place. There was a large flat-screen TV that was hung on the wall, and a calm yet alluring movie was on display on the screen. Everything in the room screams wealth and sophistication.On one of the plush cushions lay an unconscious, young, handsome guy around the age of twenty-three, and an elderly man, around the age of eighty, stood tall there, arms crossed, glancing down at the guy.He couldn't say a word. The room was like a graveyard except for the soft ticking of the old wall clock. The old man just stared down, concern and worry evident on his facial expression. “Doc, hope he will be fine?” The old man asked a man who was putting on a white garment. The silence finally broke. It was the family doctor. The do

Eric blinked at the man, refusing to take the letter. “Who are you? I don't know who you are.” He shifted backward, trying to avoid the man's touch.The man smiled faintly, understanding. “You have nothing to fear,” he said, his voice reassuring. “I'm Henry Lucas, your grandfather's right-hand man. He's sent us here to bring you home.” Eric protested, his voice weevil. “I don’t have any parents. How then will I have a grandfather?” He asked, looking skeptical. “Or have you all come here to kidnap me with those expensive cars of yours?”Henry shook his head, chuckling softly. “Oh, no. We aren't here for that, sir,” he said dismissively. “You'll have to come with us so you'll know better.”“Sir?” Eric frowned, unimpressed. “Why are you calling me that?” Henry chuckled lightly. “Like I said, when you come with us you'll get to know more.”Without waiting for another response from Eric, Henry turned to face the crowd that had gathered around Eric, his expression dark. “What were you all

“Miss, get me another bottle!” Eric shouted at the waitress, his eyes rolling around the place dramatically. “Again?” The waitress asked, shock yet concern filled in her voice. “Shut up your trash and do as I command!” Eric barked at her again. “This is my money and you can't tell me what to do and what not to do with my money. Is that understood?” “Yes, sir! I'm sorry,” the waitress replied, her voice sharp with apologies yet respect. “I’m bringing it to you right away.” “Good!” Eric said, nodding his head. In front of him was a table occupied with just a glass and four bottles of beer he had just drunk. After the incident at his workplace, he decided to go to a bar to get himself to ease his frustration. To him, it was the best way to get rid of it.Eric stared at the four empty bottles of beer he had finished drinking. Then he blinked and started to smirk. “They all think I'm a poor person, don't they?” he muttered, his voice thick and slurred. He leaned back on his seat unst