Novels by bfbwn45

Lead-colored clouds smothered the sky. The violent storm that had begun the night before showed no sign of stopping.Police cars with flashing sirens cleared the way, escorting the Lamborghini driven by Jones and Bob.From above, more than a dozen patrol cars looked like loyal guards, tightly encircling Jones. And as the Lamborghini advanced, the clouds seemed to retreat in fear—sunlight breaking through at last, spilling down onto Jones and Sara in the passenger seat.Sara gazed at Jones with quiet fascination. There was something mysterious about him—something unknowable—that drew her in beyond resistance.The convoy drove straight through the front gates of Raymonds High School. Security guards stepped aside instinctively, respectfully clearing the path. Across the campus, students and teachers alike turned their attention to the heart of the procession—to the two extravagantly luxurious Lamborghinis.“Who’s in those cars?”“Did another powerful family’s heir enroll here?”“With po

Jones and Bob lived in opposite directions of the slums, so they parted ways at the intersection. But just before leaving, Bob stopped him.His eyes shone brightly, his nose twitching slightly.“Jones, my brother,” he said earnestly, “I really enjoyed today—wearing designer clothes, driving a supercar... It’s been incredible. But all of this—these clothes, the car—they’re not mine. They’re great, but they don’t belong to me.”Hearing Bob’s honest words, Jones’ gaze flickered. There was much he wanted to say, yet in the end, he stayed silent. He understood his brother well. Bob, the one who woke before dawn every day to train basketball, was more proud and self-reliant than anyone else.“Alright,” Jones said with a smile. “I believe you’ll buy all of this again yourself one day—when you’re an NBA star.”“Damn right!” Bob laughed heartily, waved goodbye, and soon disappeared down the road.“I never realized Bob had that much character,” Sarah said softly, smiling—a smile as radiant as a

Unlike the deep, resonant growl of the Ferrari, the Lamborghini’s engine roared with a wild rhythm—like the pounding of war drums. Each burst of ignition sent a pulse of energy through the car, igniting a rush of adrenaline that made the driver’s blood burn with excitement.The Lamborghini sped down the avenue, coming to a smooth stop in front of the Hermès boutique.“Jones, this feels… a little too extravagant,” Bob said hesitantly as he looked up at the elegant storefront. “We’ve already spent more today than I’ve seen in my entire life. If we buy clothes now, I’ll start feeling guilty for making you spend so much.”Jones chuckled. “Relax, brother. This is nothing to me. Remember how we used to run for our lives, beaten and humiliated by those guys? Honestly, it was pathetic. But now? We’ll drive back to Raymonds High in style—decked out in designer clothes and luxury cars. Let’s make them choke on their own regret and fear.”Before Bob could reply, several enthusiastic clerks had a

Late at night, Jones watched Bob sleeping soundly. He let a drop of his own blood fall into Bob’s mouth.It was the most precious essence within a Dragonborn’s body—blood capable of mending even shattered bones.By the next morning, everything had changed.“Happy discharge day, Bob,” Jones said warmly, offering heartfelt congratulations to his fully recovered friend.“Good Lord—what on earth happened? My leg is completely healed!” Bob stretched his limbs, his voice filled with excitement and disbelief.“Come on. I’m taking you somewhere fun. Let’s give those arrogant guys at school a little shock,” Jones said as he slid into the driver’s seat of the Ferrari.The Ferrari’s engine roared to life, and with the throttle pressed to the floor, the car leapt forward like a beast unleashed, devouring the asphalt beneath its tires.Eventually, the car screeched to a halt in front of a Lamborghini dealership.Bob blinked in disbelief. “Dude, don’t tell me you’re buying another car! You already

“Old fox.”Jones exhaled a long, heavy breath as the Cadillac disappeared into the night.He had seen through Raun’s act—every carefully chosen word, every measured sigh.Yet he hadn’t exposed it.Because beneath that politician’s performance, Jones had glimpsed something genuine—Raun’s love for this city.Perhaps that love was small, dwarfed by his ambition.But for Jones, it was enough.He needed an ally—someone who could support him through the next stages of his dragonblood awakening.His mindset had changed.Once, all he wanted was a quiet life—study at Raymonds High, travel the world with the woman he loved, and watch the sunrise in foreign lands.But trouble seemed magnetically drawn to him, arriving one wave after another.Maybe… peace was never something he was meant to have.Jones’s thoughts drifted to his gray, hungry childhood.He was always underfed, his clothes were all hand-me-downs from his younger brother—threadbare, patched, unwanted.Even those, he couldn’t wear whe

The crowd was closing in on Jones.Several police officers had already drawn their guns, moving swiftly and methodically, their muzzles glinting under the hospital’s fluorescent lights.The air turned heavy—thick with tension, suffocatingly still.It felt as if an invisible mountain had settled on everyone’s chest.Jones lowered his head, silently gathering his strength. His eyes were cold, determined.He was ready for the worst.“Put down your guns! He’s a guest of Mayor Raun!”The commanding voice cut through the chaos like a blade.The speaker—a man in a well-tailored suit, clearly a senior official—strode quickly toward Jones, bowing respectfully.“Honored sir,” he said breathlessly, “I am Mayor Raun’s secretary. We’re fully aware of the situation. The Mayor extends his deepest apologies for your earlier mistreatment. Please, rest assured—everything here will be handled appropriately. You need not worry about a thing.”He gestured sharply to the officers behind him.Within moments