Novels by Princess Kemp

Going up against them with the little resources I had would be suicide. And if anything happened from a wrong decision, I had everything to lose, the name I built, the connections I valued, and the trust from my friends like John and Marcus.I could take all this money and move to another country, then change my identity. But what would happen if they found me and I wasn't prepared to defend myself?Leaving the country to build another life sounded safe, but that was never a guarantee. They could trace me and try to put an end to me; you can never trust an enemy.Especially one you have overthrown in the past. So why couldn't I do it again? What was stopping me from rising above them or at least trying? Even if it was a small percentage, I had to make it. That was better than running away like a coward.And even if I did run away, my sins would catch up to me and they would eventually find me. So, rather than running and hiding, I was going to stay and fight them.I pushed myself u

"I'm confirming a private room reservation for Adrian Vale and John Lewis," She said.She paused for a brief moment, then smiled at me. "Follow me, Sir," she said, walking in front of the same path I had come from.She walked through the corridors, then she pressed a button on the wall that blended in with the yellow paint. A door slid open. It looked like the wall was splitting open. This was the upgrade I had missed.She stepped in and I followed behind her. From the corner of my eye, I spotted someone ahead waving at me. I squinted through the blue lighting to recognize the person, but I couldn't. It was like his face was blurred from within. Now that I thought about it, the other people in the room were well spaced, but I couldn't recognize their faces or hear what they were saying.We walked a bit, and it turned out the woman was leading me toward the person waving. Could it be Brother John? Suddenly, the blurriness from his face disappeared and I instantly recognized him. It

Alright, I’ll be there in ten minutes. Thanks, Joe.“It’s all good, my man,” he said.From the corner of my eye, I spotted something in the wardrobe. There was no way Marcus actually placed a whole bunch of white suits in there for me.That was more than I asked for. I pulled one out and tested the jacket, and it fit perfectly.I glanced at the mirror, and one thing was missing for me to get the complete look and no, it wasn’t the trousers. It was my hair. Right now, it was curly. I needed to get my signature hairstyle in place.I took off the jacket and my shirt and placed them on the bed, then I walked into the bathroom.I shampooed my hair and combed the strands straight, and before it dried up, I applied gel and combed it flat all the way to the back.When it dried up, I picked up the clipper and carved the edges of my hairline, making them sharper. If Marcus saw me now, he would be jealous.I rinsed my face and dried up with a towel when I was done. I picked up my phone and rece

And when I did, I heard him laugh through the mask."So the rumors are true. I never thought we’d get to see you again," he said cheerfully. "And I’m sure you know who I am.""Yeah, Bigi, I know it’s you," I said."Good, very good. You don’t look like yourself anymore. I guess those three years away from the organization really took a toll on you," he said."And that’s why you had to come with so many men to find me?" I added."Oh, come on. It’s been a while since any of us saw you in action. We were hoping for a bit of that." I glared at him, and he kept quiet. "You’re welcome back, Adrian.""Yeah, I know you were going to find me eventually. So, how’d you do it?""You know I’m not one of those tech guys, but I’m really going to advise you to ditch your phone, the non encrypted one.""Ah, shit. I should have known." I bit my lip, then took the iphone out of my pocket.I stared at it. The only reason I had gotten it in the first place was so I could stay away from this world and mov

Well, damn, that is certainly one way to make a grand entrance. I hopped into the sleek passenger seat of the Porsche, shut the door firmly, and braced myself as the driver zoomed off into the distance.“Good morning, boss. Where would you like to go first?” the driver asked respectfully.I exhaled sharply, leaning my head back against the leather headrest. The truth was, I had nowhere to go. The Williams family home was definitely a place I would never set foot in again after the way they had treated me. What hurt the most was the fact that I had left with absolutely nothing, despite everything I had done for them.“Give me a second to think,” I said to the man.I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I carefully typed in my PIN to open my banking app, hoping to confirm a nagging suspicion I had. When the screen showed a red error message, I felt my heart knot. The code was wrong. Ada had already logged me out of our shared accounts and changed the credentials. I was o

I kept walking down the quiet, shadowed streets, navigating through familiar corners that I hadn't seen in years. Despite my resolve, the weight of the day finally caught up with me, and I realized I needed to rest for the night. I wasn't entirely sure where the nearest lodging was during my time trapped in that mansion, I was rarely allowed out.I pulled out my burner phone and used a map to locate a small hotel nearby. When I reached the building, I was relieved to find it modest and quiet. In my current state of mind, silence was a luxury I cherished more than gold. I walked up to the dusty wooden counter, booked a room for the night, and paid in cold hard cash to avoid leaving a digital footprint.When I opened the door to the room, I found exactly what I expected, nothing special. It was a basic space with a bed, a small bathroom, and a lone wardrobe standing in the corner. It was clean, functional, and most importantly utterly unremarkable. No one would ever think of lookin