Novels by fathaiogunsaya

After Two YearsTwo years had passed Liza sit on a couch, reading an old magazine. Then suddenly, her phone rang.She looked at the screen and saw Elena name Liza quickly picked up the call. “Hello?”Her voice was calm, but inside, she felt nervous.“Hello, please come to Elena’s house. I don’t know what is wrong with her,” Patricia said from the other end. Her voice sounded rushed and worried.Liza’s heart skipped a beat.“Mummy, what’s going on? Just tell me,” Liza said quickly, standing up from the couch.But before she could say another word, the phone went silent. The call had ended.“Hello? Mummy?” Liza spoke again, but there was no answer.Fear rushed through her body.She didn’t waste another second. She grabbed her car keys, picked up her handbag, and rushed outside.Her hands trembled as she unlocked her car. She got in quickly, started the engine, and drove toward Elena’s house.All kinds of thoughts filled her mind.What is wrong with Elena?Why did mother sound so sca

The police surrounded the building. They stood in position, all of them pointing their guns in the same direction. No one spoke. The air was tense, thick with fear and anticipation.Some officers slowly moved inside the building while the rest stayed outside, waiting for any sign of danger. Everyone was alert. One wrong move could cost a life.Gunshots suddenly filled the air.Inside the building, the police shot at most of the thugs they found. The thugs fought back, firing their guns without mercy. The sound of bullets echoed everywhere. Screams, broken glass, and footsteps mixed together.Many of Richard’s bodyguards were shot down. Some tried to escape, but the police were faster. One by one, they fell.Outside, Karvel ran toward the back of the building. He knew Richard would try to escape. He couldn’t let that happen.Karvel spotted Richard running toward the back fence. His heart pounded as he chased after him.“Stop right there!” Karvel shouted. “Surrender yourself to the poli

Morrison slowly placed the laptop on the table. Everyone stood around it, holding their breath. The air felt heavy, as if something dark was about to be revealed.Morrison pressed the power button.The screen lit up.Suddenly, a soft sound came out of the laptop.It was a baby’s voice.The voice began to sing.It was gentle, sweet, and calm—like a lullaby meant to welcome someone. The sound echoed softly in the room, making everyone feel uneasy.Kavel frowned.“That baby voice…” he said slowly. “That means Richard was behind it all.”No one replied. The truth felt sharp and painful.Morrison clicked to open the main folder.The screen changed.What appeared next was not a video. It was not pictures.It was a written record.A confession.The words were neatly typed, date by date, like a diary. A diary filled with blood, lies, and death.Kavel leaned closer to the screen.“Let me read it,” he said.His voice was low, but steady.He began to read out loud.RICHARD’S RECORDFirst EntryI

Two young girls ran through the tall grass, laughing as they chased a small brown rabbit. The rabbit was fast, hopping ahead of them, its white tail flashing as it disappeared and reappeared between bushes.“Little Mara, wait!” one of the girls called out, her voice high and breathless. She was taller, with dark hair tied into two loose braids. She was older by a few years and always felt responsible for the other girl.Mara did not stop. She laughed instead, her short legs moving as fast as they could. “I almost caught it!” she said, her eyes bright with excitement.The rabbit suddenly turned and darted toward an old well hidden behind thick bushes. Without slowing down, it jumped straight into the dark hole.Mara gasped and ran toward the well. “It went in there!” she said, leaning forward to look inside.The older girl rushed after her and grabbed her arm. “Don’t go in there,” she warned, fear clear in her voice. “It might be dangerous.”Mara pulled her arm free. “That’s why I can’

Alex lifted his head slowly and looked at Elena. His eyes searched her face in the dim light. The room was quiet, too quiet, and the smell of dust and metal filled the air. Their hands were tied tightly behind their backs, and thick ropes cut into their skin. Both of them were tied to wooden chairs placed far apart. Alex leaned forward as much as he could and whispered, “Elena.” She did not answer the first time. “Elena,” he whispered again, a little louder. This time, she lifted her head. Her lips trembled, but she managed a weak smile. “I’m here,” she whispered back. She tried to stand, but the rope around her waist and legs was too tight. The chair tipped slightly, then fell back into place. Elena groaned softly in pain. “Don’t move,” Alex whispered urgently. “You’ll hurt yourself.” Elena nodded, her eyes filling with tears. “What do we do now?” she asked in a shaky voice. Alex did not answer right away. He looked around the room carefully. The door was closed, and there wer

The young boy stood in front of his parents. He was already dressed in his school uniform. It was clean but simple, the kind worn by children from middle-class homes. The shirt was white, ironed but a little old. His trousers were dark blue, with soft lines at the knees from being worn too many times. His shoes were polished, yet the soles were thin. He looked ready for school, but his face showed no excitement.His father sat across the room, his posture stiff, his expression hard. He was an old man, with grey hair at his temples and deep lines around his mouth. Those lines had come from years of anger, stress, and control. “How many times did I warn you not to be with those useless boys?” the old man said. His voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet room.The boy did not flinch. He stood still, his hands at his sides. “I’m sorry, Father,” he said. His voice was calm, almost careless, like the words meant nothing to him.That tone angered the old man even more. He leaned forward