Novels by adarighofuamena49

Jasper’s car came to a quiet stop outside the Brown family Villa. The streetlights cast long shadows across the cobblestones, flickering as if uncertain whether to stay alight or die out. Jasper stepped out, adjusting the collar of his coat, and surveyed the building ahead. Silent. Still. Too still.Inside, the chaos was obvious. Through the front windows, he could see Sophia and Jasmine, tied and sitting on the cold floor, their expressions hidden but tension radiating from them. Not far from them, the Brown family’s son lay slumped in a chair, unconscious, a faint line of blood on his temple. The old patriarch, head held high and face rigid with arrogance, stood near the boy, eyes narrowing as he saw Jasper approach.“Finally,” the man said, voice cutting the silence. “You’re here. You will save him.”Jasper tilted his head slightly, a faint, controlled smile forming. He did not move closer. His eyes swept over the room, noting the positions, the tension in the shoulders of the guar

Night had settled over Ashford, heavy and still, when Jasper received the first message. The phone buzzed quietly on the hotel desk, breaking the silence in a way that demanded attention. He did not immediately pick it up. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head, listening to the faint hum of the city beyond the curtains. The streets below were mostly quiet. Occasional car engines, distant voices, the faint clatter of shutters being closed. Normal, or as close to normal as the city would get at that hour.Finally, he picked up the phone.“It’s done,” a low voice said. One of his men, calm, reporting exactly what he had anticipated.Jasper’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Explain,” he said, tone even.“They’ve been taken,” the man replied. “Jasmine and Sophia. Brown family. They moved fast. No casualties so far. But… they’re in their hands.”Jasper did not flinch. He had expected this. He had anticipated the Browns’ reaction. He set the phone down for a moment

Two days had passed since the explosion at the Brown family warehouses. The city had not slowed, but the tremor of what had happened rippled through Ashford in ways that were visible and invisible. The streets bustled as always, but beneath the normal pace, there was a tension no one could ignore. Traders spoke in hurried whispers. News vans moved in unusual patterns. Social media lit up with fragments of the story, each post fueling the next, each outrage sharper than the last.Jasper sat in the quiet of his hotel room, the curtains drawn but the faint city lights leaking through. He did not move to the window. He did not need to. He already knew the city’s pulse, the undercurrent of panic beneath the normal. Instead, he leaned back in the chair, hands folded loosely on the desk, eyes fixed on nothing in particular.The explosion had done more than destroy property. It had unsettled the Brown family, exposed their failings, and forced the city to see them differently. Within hours, t

The morning air in Ashford carried a dry chill that hinted at the coming spring. Cars moved slowly along the main street, the occasional horn breaking the monotony. Pedestrians shuffled along the sidewalks, some with newspapers tucked under their arms, others with coffees steaming in paper cups. The city went about its business, unaware of the ripple that had already begun.On a small screen in the corner of Jasper’s hotel room, news tickers flashed rapidly. The headline read: “Warehouse Explosion Rocks Brown Family Holdings.” The words were simple, but the weight behind them was immediate. Comments poured in beneath the article—shock, speculation, rumors. People connected dots they didn’t understand, assuming the worst while only seeing the surface.Jasper stood by the window, arms crossed, eyes scanning the city below. The light was dim, softened by clouds that promised rain later in the day. He didn’t need to watch the reactions. They would come. Social media was only the echo of r

Back at the hotel, Jasper didn’t sit.He stood by the window instead, hands loosely clasped behind his back, eyes on the city below. Night had not fully settled yet, but Ashford was already changing pace. Lights flickered on one after another. Traffic thinned. People went home. Families closed their doors.From this height, the city looked calm. Almost harmless. Jasper knew better. Cities were never quiet; they only learned how to hide their noise. The louder conflicts always happened indoors, behind walls thick enough to keep secrets and thin enough to leak fear.That was when real movements happened.Behind him, the room remained quiet. His men waited without asking questions. They had learned that silence was part of their work. Jasper didn’t reward impatience. Those who spoke too early usually misunderstood the situation. Those who waited long enough survived it.“Send two men,” he said at last. “No uniforms. No patterns.”One of them stepped forward. “To watch over them?”“Yes,”

The Next DayThey left the next morning as soon as possible.Not hurried, not delayed. Jasper believed urgency showed weakness, and delay invited suspicion. So they moved when the day was still undecided, when the city had not yet chosen a rhythm.Soon enough, the wonderful city of Ashford lay ahead.The road into the city was wide and clean, lined with low buildings that gave way to taller ones the deeper they went. Traffic slowed the moment their convoy appeared. It wasn’t loud, but it was noticeable. Black cars. Tinted windows. Security vehicles spaced just enough apart to signal intent without explanation.Jasper watched it all from the back seat.He didn’t look impressed. He didn’t look satisfied either. He simply observed. That had always been his way. Noise never meant much to him. Attention did. Attention meant pressure, and pressure made people careless.Sophia sat across from him, posture straight, eyes calm. She had dressed plainly, but there was nothing plain about the way