Novels by Inkspread

The basement air was thick with the damp and dust, a chill that had little to do with the temperature. Victor worked with the quiet efficiency, his hands moving through the damp, as he searched for his belongings. It wasn't too long a soft, hesitant scuff of a heel on the concrete stairs broke the silence. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was. The scent of her perfume clashed violently with his nose, had given her out. “Victor.” Sandra’s weak voice came up.Victor continued his methodical search, pulling out a warped sketchbook filled with childish drawings of the countryside. He put on a smile that disappeared quickly. This book held something memorable in his life. Whereas, he didn’t bother to acknowledge her.“Victor, please,” she tried again, taking another step down, her emerald gown looking absurdly out of place in the grimy cellar. “You have to listen to me!” Seeing Victor wasn't concerned about her, she continued to say. “You have to know things aren’t as simple a

The aura felt in the room was unmatched, everybody stared at the young man in displeased awe. It was unnerving, and for people who thrived on drama and manipulation, it was utterly infuriating.“Can you imagine an ex-convict? Talking to the Potter family like that? Such a disrespect!” “A murderer being so bold! What a nonchalant fellow.” “He is a boy from the countryside, what do you expect from him? Always worthless!” “He might affect the status of the Potter family in the country if they aren't careful!A member from the Potter family is a murderer and an ex-convict!” Whispers could be heard across the room, as everyone turned to gossip about the incident. Tobias’s face flushed red in embarrassment, he never expected today would turn like this. He had totally forgotten about Victor, and didn't care about his release. If not he would have done something to delay his return, and not ruin today's celebration. Quickly, he took a heavy step forward, his finger jabbing in Victor’s

Catherine’s face was a mask of cold horror. She took a step forward, as if to physically block him from contaminating her perfect party. Her gaze washed over him in disdain, and scoffed contemptuously, “Don't tell me you couldn't wait to complete your sentences and flee away from prison! Is that how desperate you are?” She continued maliciously, “If you have not committed murder, you won't have any reason to be in prison! You are nothing but a disgrace to the Potter family. The Potter family are known for giving birth to a murderer! You bring nothing but disgrace!” Victor's countenance changed drastically, his eyes burning with rage. He clenched his fist angrily as hot adrenaline flow in his veins. He tried walking towards his stepmother and gave her a resounding slap but he was held by a hand. His cold gaze went over to his arm, and saw Sandra pleading with her eyes. “Victor, calm down! She is still your mother!” He glared at her coldly and pushed her away, not minding if she

The black sedan, a silent beast of polished metal and darkened glass, slid to a halt before the wrought-iron gates of the Potter estate. Victor Morales did not wait for the driver. He opened the door himself and stepped out, the fine Italian leather of his shoes meeting the gravel of the driveway with a decisive crunch.He stood for a moment, his hands in the pockets of his tailored overcoat, and took in the sight. The mansion was exactly as he remembered it—a monument to cold ambition and sterile wealth. White stone, vast windows, and manicured hedges that looked more like barriers than decoration. But today, it was different. It was lit up like a festival, golden light spilling from every window, and the faint, sophisticated strains of a string quartet drifted through the chilled evening air. Luxurious cars, he recognized—sleek, expensive models belonging to business associates and socialites—were lined up along the drive.Of course, they are having a party.Could they be celebra

John Morales gestured to the window, which looked out over the bleak prison yard. “This place, which was meant to be your downfall, will enable you to rise to power. I am purchasing this entire facility. It will be gutted and transformed into a comprehensive training ground. I've assigned several masters that are going to guide you through on how to become formidable and indestructible. They are going to show you what it takes to be powerful.And every time you feel the strain, every time you want to quit, you will remember the humiliation and pain you suffered here. This is going to motivate you not to give up!”Meanwhile, Victor looked confused, “I thought you are getting me out of here! You mean I'm still staying here.” He was frustrated. John Morales chuckled sheepily, “What do you expect? I'm here to give you something worthy, better than freedom. You're spending your three years sentence here, that's price for whatever I'm giving you!” Victor didn't bother saying anything fu

In a loud thud, everyone dropped to their knees, their face masked with utmost fear. Frantically, the gang leader sspoke up, “Mr Morales, we've made a very big mistake. We never expected him to be your grandson, if not, we wouldn't have touched him.” John Morales’ expression still burning with rage, “Really!” He smiled dangerously, “Who sent you to do this? I might consider releasing you!” “It was arranged by Frank, the son of the potters family. He paid us to beat the young man everyday! We are only carrying the order not knowing he was your grandson!” One of the men revealed, his eyes laced with terror. “Forgive us! We won't dare touch the young master anymore.” On the other hand, Victor's eyes reddened instantly with rage at the mention of Frank's name. He clenched his fists angrily, his veins almost popping out of his body. After putting him in prison, he wasn't satisfied, yet he ordered thugs to beat him up mercilessly. He smiled bitterly as he thought of this. He vowed, i