Novels by Suni

Roland Vance's face turned deathly pale as he stared at his bodyguard's broken body lying motionless on the platform.“K-Killian…” he whispered, his voice barely audible.The legendary body guard – his insurance policy – was destroyed, and now he had nothing left. Navine turned toward him slowly.“What do you have left to rely on now?” Navine asked.Roland stumbled backward until his back hit the cage bars. He raised his trembling hands in front of him like they could somehow protect him from what was coming.“Please,” He sobbed desperately, “Please! I didn't know that was your sister. If I'd known, I'd never –”He was cut off as a punch from Navine landed squarely on his jaw. The bone shattered instantly. Teeth flew from his mouth like white pebbles scattering across the platform.Blood poured from his ruined mouth. Navine grabbed him by his expensive suit and lifted him off the ground. Then, he drove a punch to his gut. Roland's eyes bulged as he tried to scream, but only a stra

The entire auction house fell into dead silence. Everyone stared at the man standing in the doorway, with an aura of violence so thick it was suffocating.Some of the women in the crowd leaned forward in their seats, their eyes widening as they got better looks at him. Because despite the blood and the cold fury in his eyes, Navine Garrett was a stunning man. He had sharp features and a presence that commanded attention, even without the tactical gear and the aura if danger. “Oh my God,” One of the women whispered to her companion, “Look at him,”“Who is he?” Another asked. “I don't care who he is," a third woman said, fanning herself. “Did you see the way he walked in here? The power? If he was mine, I'd never let him go,”The auctioneer, however, was not impressed.He was still standing on the platform, his thin face twisted with irritation. He'd dealt with powerful people before, and this man – covered in blood, radiating danger – clearly had power but rules were rules.He st

The underground auction house was hidden beneath a fancy hotel in Newton’s east district. It was the kind of place the rich came to do things they would never admit in public.The room was huge, with rows of expensive velvet chairs and crystal chandeliers that hung from the ceiling, throwing sparkles of light everywhere. But all that beauty couldn't hide what this place really was.A marketplace for human suffering. At the center of everything was a raised platform, lit up by bright spotlights that made it look like a stage. And on that stage, inside a gold-painted cage was Lyanna Garrett. She looked so small and broken. They'd dressed her in scraps of clothing that barely covered anything. Under the harsh light, she might have as well been naked. Her arms were wrapped around herself, trying desperately to cover up, but there was nowhere to hide.Around her neck, there was an angry red mark from a rope burn that was still bleeding in some spots. She was twelve years old. She shou

Dorian Caldwell stood in the doorway, surveying the carnage in Aunt Miriam's living room with an expression that shifted from shock to fury. His expensive Italian shoes crunched on scattered teeth and bone fragments as he stepped further inside. Blood pooled across the hardwood floor, reflecting the dim light like a grotesque mirror.Behind him, six armed men fanned out with their hands hovering near their weapons. When they saw the twisted limbs and shattered skulls, several of them hesitated."Well, well, well," he said in an amused tone, "The prodigal brother returns. You know, Navine Garrett, I have to admit – I'm impressed. We tortured your precious aunt for hours. Broke her legs into splinters. Made her scream until her voice gave out. All to make her tell us where you were hiding."He gestured casually at Miriam's unconscious form."The old bitch wouldn't say a word. Tough as nails, that one. And your little sister?" He laughed cruelly, "We had men work her over too. Slapped

The house in the quiet suburbs of Newton looked normal from the outside.But inside, it was a slaughterhouse.Aunt Miriam lay crumpled on the hardwood floor of her living room, her body twisted at unnatural angles that made her look less like a living thing and more like a broken doll. Blood pooled beneath her legs – both of them shattered at the knees. The bones had been smashed so completely that jagged white fragments jutted through torn skin and fabric like broken teeth.Her kneecaps had been pulverized into powder with a metal club.The pain was indescribable.Every breath she took sent fresh waves of agony through her nervous system. Her face was deathly pale, slick with sweat and tears. Every breath she took came out ragged and weak, like her lungs were struggling to keep working.Around her stood five thugs.One of them, a fat man with a scarred lip and greasy hair tied back in a ponytail, crouched down beside Miriam. He was holding the club that had destroyed her legs – the

Ten years agoRain hammered the cemetery like fists on a coffin. The sky was dark with storm clouds that wouldn't stop weeping. Navine Garrett stood at his mother's grave, his soaked through clothes, clinging to his thin frame. His arm was wrapped tight around his little sister.Lyanna’s face was buried in his side as her small body shook with sobs she tried to muffle."Why won't she wake up?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain.Navine stared at the fresh mound of dirt before them and the cheap wooden cross someone had stuck in the ground. There was no headstone, no flowers, no priest. Nothing.His father didn't even show up.Hudson Garrett was too busy with her – Francine Hale. The woman who'd smiled at the funeral from a distance, standing under a black umbrella like she'd just won some sick competition, who'd whispered poison in his father's ear until he threw them all out into the streets like garbage.Navine would never forget that night. He would never forg