Novels by Albs Pen

The first vehicle appeared at the end of the Marion Mansion's private road just as the evening sky began to darken.Jude was standing near the main entrance when he saw the headlights.He immediately turned to Dave."Is that them?"Dave looked through the window."No."His expression tightened."That's not Brandon."The vehicle stopped.The driver's door opened.A tall, middle-aged man stepped out.He wore a dark suit and carried no visible luggage. His movements were calm, almost unnervingly so.The security guards immediately moved toward him."Sir, may we know who you're here to see?"The man smiled faintly."Jude Marion."The guards exchanged glances.One of them reached for his radio.Before he could speak, Jude stepped outside."Let him in."Dave immediately turned toward his father."Father, wait."But Jude had already approached the stranger.The man extended his hand."Mr. Marion."Jude stared at him."Who are you?"The man smiled."My name is Victor."Dave's eyes widened.Th

The first vehicle appeared at the end of the Marion Mansion's private road just as the evening sky began to darken.Jude was standing near the main entrance when he saw the headlights.He immediately turned to Dave."Is that them?"Dave looked through the window."No."His expression tightened."That's not Brandon."The vehicle stopped.The driver's door opened.A tall, middle-aged man stepped out.He wore a dark suit and carried no visible luggage. His movements were calm, almost unnervingly so.The security guards immediately moved toward him."Sir, may we know who you're here to see?"The man smiled faintly."Jude Marion."The guards exchanged glances.One of them reached for his radio.Before he could speak, Jude stepped outside."Let him in."Dave immediately turned toward his father."Father, wait."But Jude had already approached the stranger.The man extended his hand."Mr. Marion."Jude stared at him."Who are you?"The man smiled."My name is Victor."Dave's eyes widened.Th

Brandon remained standing in front of the darkened device.The notification had disappeared from the screen, but its meaning lingered in his mind.Someone else has the second authorization.For years, he had believed that possibility no longer existed.He had personally ensured that every access point had been accounted for.Every credential.Every protocol.Every contingency.Yet now—Someone had activated the second authorization without his knowledge.His phone was still pressed against his ear.The voice on the other end finally broke the silence."What do we do now?"Brandon's eyes remained fixed on the city skyline."We verify it.""You think it's genuine?""I don't know."The voice hesitated."It could be a trap."Brandon nodded slightly."It could."Another pause."But if it isn't..."Neither man finished the sentence.They both understood the consequences.Hundreds of miles away, inside the analysis center, the atmosphere had changed completely.The excitement that had filled

The outline emerged slowly.Not all at once.Not in a dramatic flash.But piece by piece, as though something buried for years had finally decided it no longer needed to remain hidden.Dave stood motionless before the enormous display.Every analyst in the room had stopped typing.No one spoke.No one even dared to breathe loudly.The countless lines that had previously appeared chaotic were beginning to organize themselves.Clusters merged.Connections aligned.Separate networks that everyone had believed belonged to different organizations gradually intertwined into one enormous framework.One analyst finally broke the silence."This..."He swallowed hard."This isn't just a business network."Dave nodded slowly."No."Another analyst zoomed out.The image on the screen expanded.The room collectively gasped.It was massive.Far beyond anything they had imagined.Companies.Financial institutions.Research organizations.Technology firms.Shipping corporations.Investment groups.Ma

The pulse of light faded almost as quickly as it had appeared. Yet the effect remained. Invisible. Far-reaching. And immediate. Brandon stood motionless in front of the activated device. The small object on the table looked unimpressive—nothing more than a sleek black unit with a faint glow at its center. But Brandon knew better. For years it had remained dormant. Unused. Reserved for a moment when observation became intrusion. When curiosity became pursuit. And when pursuit became danger. That moment had arrived. Across the city, Dave suddenly straightened. Every screen in the analysis room flickered. The analysts immediately became alarmed. "What happened?" "I'm losing access to several channels!" "These pathways weren't here before!" Dave ignored the noise around him. His eyes remained fixed on the central display. The map was changing. Not breaking. Not disappearing. Changing. For weeks he had been tracing connections outward. Now

The shift didn’t announce itself.There was no alarm, no sudden collapse, no visible sign that anything had changed.But everything had.Dave saw it first.Not with certainty—but with instinct.He stood in front of the reconstructed model, eyes locked on the newest layer he had uncovered. It wasn’t part of the original framework he had been mapping. It wasn’t tied directly to Victor Hale either.It sat… beneath.Or perhaps above.A secondary structure that didn’t behave like the rest.Dave leaned closer, his voice low.“You’re not just part of it, are you…” he murmured. “You’re being managed.”The idea didn’t unsettle him.It intrigued him.Because if Brandon wasn’t at the top—and Victor Hale wasn’t the only axis—then the system had depth far beyond what anyone had assumed.And depth meant weakness.Every structure, no matter how well built, had pressure points.Dave just needed to find them.He picked up his phone and dialed immediately.“Reassemble the team,” he said as soon as the

“So he runs north, hiding like a wounded animal,” Vale growled. The words came out low and heavy, filled with pure hatred. His hand tightened into a fist before he slammed it violently against the table. The thick wood shook under the impact, and the sharp sound echoed through the chamber like a gunshot. “Then go!” he roared. His furious gaze locked onto the group of men assigned to hunt Alexander Leeds. “Go to that town and bring me his head. I don’t care how you do it, and I don’t care how long it takes, but Alexander Leeds must die!” Vale barked. The men immediately straightened. “Yes, sir!” several of them responded at once. None of them dared question him. Vale’s temper was well known throughout Dawn City, and no one wanted to be the man who tested the limits of his patience. Without another word, they turned and hurried toward the exit of the chamber, eager to leave before his anger exploded again. Their boots had barely reached the doorway when Vale’s voice sudd

Back in Dawn City, Vale was furious beyond measure. The report that had just reached him struck like a spark falling into dry powder. The men he had personally entrusted with the task of eliminating Alexander Leeds had failed—utterly and completely. The news ignited a storm of rage inside him, one that spread quickly through his entire body. His lips curled into a savage snarl, and his teeth showed as if he were some wounded predator ready to tear apart anything that dared stand before him. The room fell into a suffocating silence as everyone present sensed the danger in the air. “What do you mean he’s still alive?!” Vale suddenly exploded, his voice crashing against the walls like thunder. His furious gaze fixed on the trembling messenger who had delivered the report. “Did you send idiots to do my bidding? Or are my men now too incompetent to finish a simple task?” The messenger lowered his head immediately, his body shaking uncontrollably. Sweat gathered along his temples, b

The moment Alexander called the Governor of Aurora a “bastard,” a heavy silence fell over the grand living room. For a brief second, no one moved. Then the room erupted with fury. The governor’s face darkened, veins rising along his temples. Around him, the men who had captured Alexander stiffened, their hands instinctively drifting toward their weapons. “You insolent fool! How dare you speak to me like that? Do you even understand the consequences of your words?” the governor roared. Alexander’s eyes burned with rage. His chest rose and fell as anger surged through him. “Consequences?” he shot back. “You think you can threaten me, you tyrant? You think your wealth, your title, and your army frighten me?” He stepped forward, his voice sharp with contempt. “I’ve crushed your pawns! I’ve exposed your lies. And you—” He stopped just long enough to spit on the floor near the governor’s polished shoes. “—you’re nothing but a coward hiding behind guards and walls!” The

Alexander’s grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white. Rage and disbelief surged through him. He sank deeper into the seat, struggling to process the weight of the news. The thought that his mother and siblings had been killed so brutally gnawed at him. “They will pay,” he said at last, his voice calm but laced with deadly resolve. “Every life taken will be avenged. I will find the ones responsible… and I will deal with them myself.” The call ended, leaving only the quiet hum of the engine inside the vehicle. Alexander stared ahead, devastated. The loss of his mother and siblings felt like a wound that refused to close. Just then, the vehicle in front of them suddenly swerved sideways, forcing the taxi he was riding in to stop abruptly. Another car slid in from the side, blocking the road completely. Alexander’s trained eyes instantly recognized the setup. This wasn’t a traffic accident. It was an ambush. “…We’re blocked,” the driver said nervously.

Smoke and fire poured into the night sky from the entrance, and from the smoke emerged the men Alexander had been warned about. They were heavily armed and their movements were precise and coordinated. Their eyes glimmered with a cold fury as they stormed into the mansion, stepping over debris and the shattered remains of the entrance. “We want Alexander Leeds!” the leader barked, his voice echoing across the marble hall. “If he is not produced immediately, we will take the lives of every single member of this family!” Panic rippled through the rooms. Members of the Leeds family scrambled from their beds, terrified at the sounds of explosions, shouts, and the heavy footsteps that now reverberated through the mansion. Alexander’s mother tried to shield others, tears streaming down her face. “We don’t know where he is! He was here last night, but… he’s gone now! Please, don’t—” Her words were drowned out by the men’s fury. The attackers advanced with brutal efficiency and

The following evening, the entire Leeds family had gathered to celebrate Alexander. They had invited him to dinner to honor his new position as the leader of Dawn City. Laughter and conversation filled the grand dining hall, and hours passed quickly. Eventually, Alexander leaned back in his chair and glanced at the clock. “It’s getting late,” he said. “I should probably head home.” His mother shook her head, alarmed. “No, you’re not leaving tonight,” she said firmly. His sister chimed in eagerly, “Yes! Stay here. We hardly see you anymore.” Even his father nodded in agreement, so he agreed to stay. Later that night, a sharp ring pierced the silence of his room. Alexander’s eyes snapped open. He reached for the clock. It was 3:00 a.m. Half-asleep, he grabbed his phone and answered. “Hello?” But then, he heard a woman’s urgent and low voice. “Mr. Leeds, listen carefully. You must escape the house—right now.” He frowned. “Who are you and what are you talking about?” “I'm Jay