Novels by Jace Draven

“Professor Lincoln,” Clara called. When she had the old man’s attention, she went on to whisper in a feigned, concerned tone, “Sir, it will be a stain on the university’s reputation when news gets out that a student of the institution forged signatures and made fake clips impersonating the president and other high-profile individuals. That is why you should call the school security to take him to the VC’s office and have him expelled before the police arrives. In that way, the reputation of the university will be saved.”Professor Lincoln’s face twitched. He caressed his white beard thoughtfully for a few seconds. After a while, he sighed and said in a hoarse tone. “Darren, you’ve been a good student, but what you’ve done is unforgivable. As such, I will have no choice but to do as Clara said and take you to the Vice Chancellor. It will be for the best if you’re not our student by the time police arrives to arrests you”.With that he removed his phone and called security. When he hun

“This guy is such a boring liar. He even has the guts to show an empty camera to Professor Lincoln. The police should come and take this shameless dude away. He deserves to be locked away for eternity!” someone hissed.“Stop with the act, Darren. We all know there is nothing in that camera to show,” Clara said smugly. “Just accept your fate and prepare to go spend the remainder of your miserable life in prison. For someone like you, prison is heaven — at least there you will be able to get three square meals. So congratulations, convict Darren Wayne,” she taunted, causing her mates to giggle.But the amusement on their faces immediately dried up the instant Professor Lincoln switched on the projector.On the wall in front of them, a series of interviews displayed before their very own eyes — thirty clips covering Darren interviewing elites — from billionaire mogul Mr. Scofield to the president of the country.Silence swallowed the whole class. For a minute, the footsteps of an ant pas

Darren frowned, his lips pressing into a thin line. He knew how he had worked hard to secure the signatures, how dare Adrian claim they were fake. “What do you mean the signatures are forged? All the signatures are genuine,” he snapped, his voice thick with concealed anger.Adrian shot him an accusing scowl and let out a sly chuckle. “What do you take us for—children? If you’re going to lie next time, at least think it through and don’t be so dramatic. You should’ve said five signatures; maybe then I could’ve forced myself to believe you.”Whipping his head around, Adrian stepped closer to the old man, whose face was twisted in confusion. In a persuasive tone, he continued, “Professor Lincoln, this deceitful student didn’t get a single signature last year. Now, all of a sudden, he claims to have thirty—including the president’s. The president! And we’re expected to believe they’re genuine? The only reasonable explanation is that every last one of those signatures is fake.”Darren bec

The old man walked in and took the podium. His strict and serious eyes locked on the students before him.“It’s been exactly one week since I gave you a project to work on. Like I told you that day, you’re going to submit it for assessment now,” Professor Lincoln disclosed.“We are going to start with Group One. The group leader of Group One, bring forth your work.”Adrian rose from his seat and walked to the front with a jaunty air. A calm and confident smile lit his face.“On behalf of me and my group, I am here to report that — we got a total of eighteen signatures,” he disclosed, and paused for a while, glancing at his listeners as they absorbed the news with stunned expressions.A satisfactory chuckle escaped his lips.“Among them include eight signatures from the top thirty business moguls in the country, five international celebrities, four acting senators, and…”He paused again before adding with a smug smile, “the Vice President of the country himself.”Once he finished speak

A few days later, it was Monday, and Darren’s suspension was over. Coincidentally, it was the same day he was supposed to submit his project.His body was no longer swollen or aching like it had been a few days ago, all thanks to the professional medical personnel who had taken care of him. All that was left on him were a few inconspicuous, unfinished bruises here and there. Altogether, he would be considered very much okay and back to normal.Even though his grandfather insisted he shouldn’t resume school yet—saying he would call the VC and have him halt all lectures and ongoing activities in the university until Darren had completely recovered and was ready to resume—Darren insisted he was fine.Arriving at school, Darren made his way to his lecture hall. He had a backpack on his shoulders, a folder in his left hand, and the camera in his right.He had barely walked through the gates when three young men approached him. The one in their middle had an annoyed expression on his face.

Murphy could hear her heavy breathing through the phone. He clenched his jaw, his voice dropping as he asked, “What is it that can’t wait?”After hesitating for a moment, the woman finally revealed, “Our investors are withdrawing their shares. All of them.”Murphy’s eyes widened. “What?! What do you mean?”“I don’t understand it either,” the secretary replied quickly. “Just yesterday, everything was perfectly fine. But this morning, our shareholders started selling their shares like hotcakes—every single one of them. As I’m talking to you right now, our share price has crashed by more than 90%.”“I tried asking a few of them why they were selling. They were all hesitant, but one of them eventually admitted that someone powerful threatened them. They said they wouldn’t dare make him an enemy.”Murphy felt a sharp jolt of heat climb up his spine. He froze for a few seconds, his trembling hands tightening around the phone.As he was still trying to process the shocking information, the w