Novels by Collins write

The night after the grand event, silence hung over the house. The cheers, laughter, and echoes from the campus had faded into memory, replaced by the faint hum of the ceiling fan above Anthony’s bed. He was already home when Vionna, Fenrick, and Liora returned, still glowing from the energy of the night.They burst through the door, still talking about the mysterious contestant everyone called “X.”“Anthony,” Fenrick called, surprised to see him sitting on the couch in different clothes. “You didn’t come to the event?”Anthony looked up calmly. “I didn’t want to cause any trouble,” he said. “You know how Darren and his friends are. They were waiting for me.”Liora flopped onto a chair, breathless from excitement. “You missed something unbelievable,” she said quickly. “That mysterious guy, X—he was unreal. You should have seen him! His outfit, his car, everything! The way he walked... the way he stood—it was like he owned the entire world.”Vionna clasped her hands together, her eyes d

For a moment, the entire hall went dark. The stage lights blinked out, and gasps echoed through the crowd. Most of the students thought Vionna had fallen. A few covered their mouths; others closed their eyes in pity. Then, as suddenly as it had gone black, the hall exploded with light again.When the students opened their eyes, what they saw left them speechless.Vionna stood tall in a new gown—sleek, glittering, flawless—and beside her was a masked man in a radiant suit that shimmered from head to toe. His mask matched his outfit, a smooth metallic silver that reflected the stage lights like fire.The crowd erupted.Girls screamed. Some blew kisses. Others shouted his name, though they didn’t even know who he was. The masked figure—Anthony—didn’t move or speak. He simply held Vionna’s hand, steady and protective, his presence both mysterious and magnetic.Darren leaned toward Noah, his smile fading. “Who the hell is that?”Noah frowned. “Whoever he is, he just stole your show.”Even

Anthony was still staring at his phone when it buzzed again. It was the doctor.“Sir,” the doctor said quickly, his voice trembling, “your stepfather and mother are still waiting. The time limit on the medication is almost over. If I delay any further, he will not make it.”Anthony said nothing. He listened to the doctor’s words fade into silence, then calmly ended the call.He stood there for a while, motionless. His reflection on the mirror beside the wall looked cold and distant. Outside, the city lights flickered like scattered diamonds, but his thoughts were elsewhere—between vengeance and mercy.Minutes later, a sharp knock broke the silence. The door opened, and Liora stepped in, radiant as ever. Her gown shimmered under the light, perfectly fitted, every thread designed to command attention. Behind her, Vionna followed, her presence magnetic, her beauty effortless. The moment they entered, the air in the room shifted.Liora gave a little twirl, flashing her new car key in Anth

Before Anthony left the hospital that morning, he made one last stop at the doctor’s office. The man stood waiting, nervous, his hands clasped together as if expecting bad news.Anthony’s voice was calm, cold even. “When my stepfather, Oscar, comes in for his usual treatment, do not give him any medication. Not a single drop.”The doctor hesitated. “Sir, if he misses it, his condition will—”“I know,” Anthony interrupted softly. “That’s the point.”Oscar had been battling a rare blood and eye disease for years. His life depended on that medication. The slightest delay or overdose would mean a slow, painful death. For years, Anthony had watched him walk into the hospital like a man walking toward salvation, the same man who had once watched Anthony’s mother die without lifting a hand to help her. Now, the balance was finally tipping.After leaving the doctor’s office, Anthony was met by the family manager, a polished man in a dark suit who guided him to the Empire’s underground garage.

By morning, Anthony’s name had taken over every corner of the internet. Within hours, videos from Vionna’s birthday party had flooded social media. His face was everywhere—on blogs, news platforms, and trending pages. His social media accounts, once almost empty, now overflowed with follow requests, messages, and endless comments.When he got home, exhaustion hit him like a wave. He dropped his phone on the bed, still buzzing with notifications, and lay down without changing clothes. The world outside was spinning with excitement, but inside, silence took him. His thoughts drifted somewhere between disbelief and relief, and before he realized it, sleep pulled him under.Fenrick came in quietly a while later, saw him asleep, and decided not to wake him. Anthony’s phone kept vibrating beside his hand—calls, texts, news alerts—but none of it reached him. Somewhere in his dream, he was walking through a world made of glass and gold, one where his mother smiled again, and his pain was fina

The laughter came first—loud, sharp, and mocking. As Anthony climbed the stage, the sea of students broke into exaggerated applause, their jeers echoing like cruel music across the grand hall.“Go on, Anthony! Show us how it’s done!” one shouted. “Don’t trip over the microphone!” another laughed.Anthony ignored them all. His steps were slow but certain as he approached Jackson, who stood smirking in the middle of the stage. Without hesitation, Anthony took the microphone from his hand.“I accept your challenge,” he said simply.A ripple of disbelief moved through the crowd. Jackson raised an eyebrow, amused by what he thought was foolish bravery. But before he could respond, another figure rose from the crowd—Darren.The entire hall stirred as Darren walked toward the stage, his confidence radiating arrogance. “Anthony,” he said with a grin, “let’s make this more interesting.”Anthony met his gaze, silent but steady.“If you win,” Darren continued, holding up a shiny key, “this car