Novels by Anoushka

Froi burst out laughing.His expression practically begged for a beating.He spread his arms and stood his ground."I'm right here.""Let's see how you're going to make me do anything.""Do you think people call me the Deadbeat for no reason?""If you want to make me submit, go ahead and try."Actions spoke louder than words.Hudson didn't bother arguing.His hand shot out like lightning.To the villagers, it looked as though he merely tapped Froi once.Most of them didn't even see exactly what happened.Froi immediately jumped backward.His eyes filled with caution."What did you do?"Hudson folded his arms."Nothing much.""I just gave a lesson to a professional liar.""Y—"Before Froi could finish speaking, his expression suddenly changed."AHHH!"A miserable scream echoed through the courtyard.He dropped to his knees.Then both hands began clawing frantically at his body.His neck.His chest.His arms.His back.Every inch of him felt unbearably itchy.The sensation was so intens

Did he really know medicine? As the seconds passed, the curiosity in the villagers' eyes gradually turned into confusion.Hudson was clearly trying to save someone, but from their perspective, he wasn't doing anything useful.Every so often, he would simply tap or press a few points on Finn's body with his fingers.To everyone watching, it hardly looked like medical treatment at all.It looked more like he was wasting time.Froi, who had been struggling moments earlier, stopped resisting after seeing this.A sneer spread across his face.Deep down, he was convinced Hudson was putting on a show.After all, who had ever heard of saving a dying man by poking him with a finger?Loron, meanwhile, stood nearby with a deep frown.The nervous hope he'd been holding onto was beginning to fade.Several times, he wanted to step forward and ask Hudson directly whether Finn could actually be saved.At this point, he suspected Hudson might have been mistaken earlier.Maybe Finn really was dead.May

Hudson’s words hit the room like a thunderclap. For a moment, everyone froze.His calm voice instantly drew every eye toward him.Conrad, who had already fallen into despair, felt a spark of hope ignite in his chest. He hurried over and grabbed Hudson’s arm.“Hudson, are you saying Finn can still be saved?”Before Hudson could answer, Froi spun around and glared at him.“Who the hell are you?” he demanded. “Some punk who thinks he knows everything?”Unlike most people in the village, Froi spent very little time at home. He was addicted to gambling and spent most of his days in nearby towns, drifting from one card game to another. Whenever he ran out of money, he returned to the village looking for someone to take advantage of.Because of that, he knew almost nothing about Hudson.Hudson remained calm.“Who I am doesn’t matter,” he said. “What matters is that your father isn’t dead yet. There’s still time to save him.”A flicker of unease crossed Froi’s face.He quickly masked it with

The crowd gathered at Lena's gate quickly parted.Loron pushed his way through the villagers and hurried toward Hudson, his face filled with anxiety."Master, please come quickly and help us!"The moment those words left his mouth, everyone around him froze.The villagers stared at one another in disbelief.No one had expected Loron, one of the village elders and the only doctor in the area, to address Hudson, a young outsider, as "Master.""Dr. Miller, what happened?""Why are you in such a hurry?""Did somebody get hurt?"Questions flew from every direction as the villagers crowded closer, eager to find out what was going on.Loron wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained anxiously."This is bad. Finn suddenly got sick.""He came looking for me earlier, and before I could even finish examining him, he grabbed his stomach and started screaming in pain."His voice trembled."Now he's unconscious, and his condition looks critical."A person's life was on the line.After speaking

"Yeah, it's the middle of the day. Why does it suddenly feel cold?""You're right. It really is getting colder.""That's strange..."The villagers continued whispering among themselves as more and more people noticed the unusual chill in the air.None of them realized what was really happening.An invisible killing intent had already begun to spread through the courtyard.Although Hudson's strength had not fully recovered, the aura he carried wasn't something that disappeared simply because he was injured.Marlon's lies had completely stirred Hudson's anger.At that moment, Hudson felt that the punishment he had given Marlon earlier had been far too lenient."Alright, enough about the weather."Grenn waved his hand impatiently."So what if it's a little cold?""We're not here to talk about that today."Seeing everyone's attention drifting away from the matter at hand, he quickly pulled the conversation back.He intended to keep the pressure on Hudson and Lena until Hudson was forced t

When Conrad reached the far end of Iron Mountain Village, he split off from Hudson and headed home.Meanwhile, Hudson walked back with Lena.The sight of the two of them immediately attracted attention.Lena's sleeves were torn. One leg of her pants had been ripped during the struggle, and she was wearing Hudson's oversized shirt over her damaged clothes.Hudson, meanwhile, was walking beside her shirtless.To anyone who didn't know what had happened, the scene looked suspicious.The villagers exchanged strange looks.Before long, rumors spread throughout Iron Mountain Village.According to the gossip, Hudson and Lena had gone into the hills together and gotten involved in something inappropriate. Some people even claimed things had become so intense that Lena's clothes and pants had been torn apart.As the story traveled from one person to another, it became more outrageous.Soon, villagers began gathering outside Lena's house.Some whispered among themselves while others openly crit

"That incident became a wound buried deep in your heart," Michael said. "And because of it, when you grew up, you chose to become a police officer. You've spent your whole life chasing control and order with almost obsessive determination."Ashley stared at him without speaking."Every time you try to help me," Michael continued, "every time you try to drag me back onto what you think is the right path, you're not saving me."He stepped closer, leaning toward her just enough that only she could hear his next words."You're trying to make up for your childhood regrets."His voice dropped even lower."You're trying to save that powerless little girl you used to be."Ashley's body stiffened.She staggered backward until her shoulders struck the side of the mobile command vehicle. For a moment, she nearly lost her balance.Her face was drained of color. Her breathing became shallow. Disbelief filled her eyes.He was right. Every word of it.As she looked at Michael, she finally understood

The audio in the video was crystal clear.Young Michael's voice filled the mobile command vehicle as he passionately delivered his argument from the debate stage."We believe that under any circumstances, the dignity of the law must be protected."His voice was steady and confident."Because due process is justice made visible. It is the final barrier between the powerless and the powerful."The audience in the lecture hall listened attentively.Michael continued. "If we destroy due process in pursuit of so-called 'justice in the outcome,' then how are we any different from the very abuses we claim to oppose?"He paused.His eyes swept across the crowd before settling firmly ahead.Then he delivered his conclusion."Therefore, we firmly believe—""Due process must come before everything else."The video ended abruptly.Silence filled the command vehicle.Ashley and Lorenzo slowly turned toward Michael.Both wore complicated expressions.The glow from the monitor illuminated half of hi

Michael’s voice echoed clearly through a hidden microphone in the chaotic auction hall.It was the declaration of a judge delivering his verdict.The entire venue fell silent.Every eye was fixed on the painting displayed on the stage. Then their attention shifted, to the frantic reporters, the shocking accusations made by the “Audience,” and finally to Ivan, whose face had gone completely pale.It was a disaster.A carefully orchestrated trial had become a complete farce.The “Audience,” hidden somewhere in the shadows, had spent months laying the groundwork for this moment. Every clue, every setup, every piece of evidence had been carefully arranged.And Michael had shattered it all in public with a move even more ruthless and direct.For the first time, the hunter had been outplayed.A few seconds of silence passed.Then a harsh burst of static exploded through the venue’s sound system.The noise was sharp and unpleasant, carrying the fury of someone who had just been publicly humi

Ashley’s breathing hitched slightly as she asked, “What’s your plan?”Michael’s lips curled into a cold, crooked smile. “It’s simple,” he said. “He prepared a fake… so I’ll prepare another one.”Ashley frowned. “Another fake?”“A fake of a fake,” Michael replied calmly. “The one he made is meant to expose the truth. Mine has only one purpose.blur the line between what’s real and what isn’t.”He stepped closer, voice lowering.“I’ll use a perfect replica to replace the one he planted ahead of time. When he proudly plays his ‘reveal’ video and the experts come up to authenticate the painting… they’ll find that the evidence.” he paused, the smile deepening, "...is genuine.”Ashley’s eyes widened.His carefully staged trial would collapse into a farce. He would accuse Ivan of forgery, only for the physical evidence to prove otherwise. In an instant, he’d go from a righteous judge to a sensationalist slanderer in front of everyone.The plan was bold. Reckless. Borderline illegal.Ashley’s

The ballroom of one of Los Angeles’ most exclusive luxury hotels glittered like a jewel box.Crystal chandeliers hung overhead like miniature galaxies, scattering light across the polished marble floor and the carefully composed faces of the city’s elite, faces painted with polite smiles and social niceties.Tonight was the annual “Heart of White” Charity Gala.And the event had reached its emotional peak.Liam White, the city’s most celebrated philanthropist, stood at the center of a red velvet stage, microphone in hand.His voice was rich, warm, and perfectly controlled as he recounted one heartbreaking poverty-relief story after another.Every pause was deliberate. Every emotional beat calculated.The audience listened, deeply moved. Some dabbed at the corners of their eyes.Applause swelled again and again. No one in the room knew that the “rescued children” he spoke of were nothing more than statistics, fabricated symbols used to launder vast sums of money.Hidden in plain sight,

Lorenzo’s words landed like a bucket of ice water dumped over everyone’s head.The room fell quiet. They were no longer dealing with criminals like William, people whose motives could still be explained through ordinary psychology or greed.The actions of the so-called “Audience” had escalated into something else entirely, something that threatened the symbolic foundations of the entire city.And Michael’s response, tt sounded just as unhinged. Ashley didn’t answer right away. She kept staring at her phone screen.Those three names sat there like weights pressing against her chest.Logic told her Lorenzo was right. This was reckless, a gamble with their careers, their reputations, and the credibility of the whole department.But her instincts, the instincts that made her one of the best detectives in the city, were screaming.She couldn’t forget the way Michael had controlled the situation on the subway platform.She couldn’t forget the kind of dangerous “weapon” she herself had autho