Novels by Billy Pen

The hall echoed with roaring laughter. The Orlando twins were basking in their supposed triumph, with David grinning from ear to ear as he turned toward the hotel attendant."Go ahead," he said smugly, flipping his platinum card toward her. "Debit the remaining balance. Let’s end this charade."The attendant nodded and approached the terminal. She inserted the card, punched a few buttons, and—Beep.A red light blinked. She frowned.“Sir… I’m afraid the transaction was declined.”David raised an eyebrow, casually adjusting the cuff of his designer suit. “Then swipe it again. It’s a black card. Probably your machine is acting up.”She tried again.Beep.Still declined.“Is this a joke?” David snapped. “Are you even trained to use that thing?”Just then, a stern voice cut through the tension.“I’ll take over from here.”All eyes turned. It was the club manager, an older man with silver hair and a deep, commanding voice. He walked up to the attendant, his sharp black uniform giving off a

“ Stop this nonsense, we are in the 21st century and you all are still behaving like cavemen” Emily Smith yelled and it was no surprise to the group that it was Emily speaking .Her voice cut through the crowd like a knife cutting through butter and after her statement which made the hall stand still she walked straight to the VIP Section, as usual she was with Pat who was invited for the ceremony.With so much anger in her eyes after seeing how humiliated Robert was, she threatened to report the students and the incidents to the school authority and the hall immediately went dead silent and the students holding Robert started trembling in fearAlthough, Emily was not part of the Elites families who are super wealthy she had an active and buzzing social media platforms and was a a big influencer, News like this on her platform would lead to expulsion of the students and not because of what they were doing but because Emily was the one pressing for it.Emily brought out her phone, and

Nobody could insult his mother, especially not these cruel parasites dressed in privilege and pride.Without hesitation, Robert lunged forward, rage igniting in his chest like gasoline to flame. But before his fist could crash into Bucky’s smug face, strong arms grabbed him from behind, half a dozen students dragged him down. Their grip was brutal.One of them leaned in, voice flat and cold, “We don’t care what you do after the ceremony, but until we get our payment, lay a hand on any Orlando again, and you’ll regret it the rest of your miserable life.”His knees hit the marble floor with a dull thud. His arms were pinned behind him, students pressing down like guards restraining a convict.Then came Jackson, grinning like a man drunk on power. He stood above Robert, radiating mockery.“Feels right, doesn’t it?” he sneered. “A dog should always kneel.”Without warning, Jackson slapped him hard across the face.Robert’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t rise. His body burned with fury, his k

“ Look who we have here!” David chuckled as he and his twin walked towards Robert who was still on the floor as he was trying to recover from the fall they caused.The air was still thick and not even a bird crying or an insect buzzing was heard. David closed his car door, the sound of the door closing almost sent another shock wave down Robert’s spine. David walked closer to him, followed closely by his twin brother Bucky. David grabbed Robert’s hand while Bucky pulled his well-tucked-in shirt. “ Do you think you can just disappear like that” David asked as he squeezed Robert to the wall“So how did Mr Edward retrieve his card from you thief?” Bucky asked Robert who was still held by his shirt by his big twin brother “ I don't know “ Robert managed to say but no one could hear him“ I am sure they had beaten you to a pulp before handing you over to the police “ David said and laughed at how hilarious it would have been to watch him get beaten up for stealing “ Now I am sure the h

The slap came so fast, Robert barely saw it coming—only the burn that bloomed across his cheek gave him time to register it. Mr. Barron Barry stood in front of him, seething, eyes red with fury and champagne glinting at the corners of his lips. The room fell to an eerie hush.“You lowlife scum,” Barron hissed, seizing Robert’s wrist like he were detaining a stray animal. “How did you even get in here? Who let you in? This isn’t a charity dinner for mongrels.”Murmurs swept the ballroom like a cruel wind. Pearls clinked against champagne flutes as the elite audience leaned in, eyes sparkling with glee at the spectacle of the shaming. Some sipped their drinks, some whispered behind manicured nails—but all watched.Robert said nothing. He stood stiffly, his face still stinging, his breathing tight but even. Inside, something cold and bitter coiled.Barron grinned like a conqueror, pleased with his performance. “Security!” he barked. “Get this rat out of my sight.”Two men in black suits

The phone rang about three times before Mr. Edward picked the call. He had been rounding off an important stakeholders meeting and wanted to take his mocha drink before hopping on his next task.Then he checked his vibrating phone to send a do not disturb message when he saw the manager of the mall caller's ID flash through his phone. Surprised by the call, Mr. Edward answered the call with hopes of quickly resolving why she called but he also had a thought and hoped that it was not an emergency from Robert. “Hello?” came the sharp, tired voice of Mr. Edward.“Good evening, sir,” the mall manager began, trying to keep her tone calm, “I just wanted to inform you directly before we proceed. Your black card—it’s been recovered. We found it in the possession of a young man named Robert Hyman. We are preparing to contact the police unless you have any specific instructions…”There was a breathless silence.Then the call ended.Not with a word.Just… ended.A chill trickled down her spine