Novels by Marcus Kendy

Sophia stood frozen, both hands pressed over her mouth. Her eyes were wide with horror, locked on her father's failing body.Marcus exploded."HE'S DEAD!" His voice cracked with fury and grief. "That bastard killed him!"He spun toward the guards restraining Ethan. "Take him to prison! NOW! I want him charged with murder!"The guards yanked Ethan toward the door. His feet dragged across the polished floor, but his expression never changed. Blank. Calm. Unreadable."Move!" One guard shoved him hard between the shoulder blades.Richard stumbled after them, phone shaking in his hand. "I'm calling our lawyers. He'll rot in prison for this."The VIP suite doors burst open.A man in his sixties strode through, gray hair perfectly styled, wearing an expensive suit under his white coat. Two assistants flanked him carrying medical equipment.Doctor Heinrich Volkov. The most celebrated physician in the country. He had treated presidents and royalty.Marcus's head snapped up. "Doctor Volkov! Tha

Marcus forced a harsh laugh, but his hands trembled. The sound came out hollow, desperate."You're guessing! Making wild accusations to seem credible!" His voice rose with each word.Richard stepped beside his nephew, arms crossed. "Classic con artist tactics. Throw out dramatic claims and watch people panic."But Sophia watched her brother carefully. The way sweat beaded on his upper lip despite the climate-controlled room. How his hand kept moving to his lower back, massaging the area unconsciously. The slight wince when he shifted his weight.She had seen these signs for months. Dismissed them as stress from work."I've never had kidney problems in my life," Marcus said, but he wouldn't meet anyone's eyes.A nurse whispered to her colleague. "He has been looking unwell lately. Lost weight too."One of the specialists frowned, studying Marcus with new attention. Professional concern replaced his earlier smugness.Sophia's sharp gaze shifted from her brother to Ethan. The young man s

Sophia Ashford turned away from the window, her sharp eyes moving from the departing figure of Ethan to Doctor Chen's desperate face. The room buzzed with preparations for her father's transfer, staff rushing to coordinate with Metropolitan General Hospital."Stop," Sophia said quietly.The single word cut through the chaos like a knife. Every person in the room froze. Marcus looked at his sister with surprise and growing irritation."Sophia, you cannot possibly be considering this madness," Marcus said, his voice tight with controlled anger.Sophia ignored him, addressing Doctor Chen directly. "Can you contact him? Bring him here?""I can try," Doctor Chen said quickly, relief flooding his features. "He was heading to the parking lot. If I hurry—""Then go," Sophia commanded.Doctor Chen practically ran from the room. Marcus stepped in front of his sister, his face dark with fury."Have you lost your mind? That boy looks like he sleeps under bridges. You would trust Father's life to

The silence in room 407 stretched on for what felt like an eternity. Every person stood frozen, staring at Sarah Vale as she sat upright in bed, her face glowing with health and vitality that had been absent for months.The doctor's face cycled through shock, disbelief, and finally a creeping horror as the reality of what he had just witnessed settled into his bones. The nurses exchanged terrified glances, their earlier mockery transforming into suffocating embarrassment. The administrator's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air, unable to form coherent words.Sarah Vale stood up from the bed, testing her legs. She took a few tentative steps, then smiled with wonder. "I feel twenty years younger. Ethan, what did you do?"She embraced her son tightly, tears of joy streaming down her face. Ethan held her gently, exhaustion clear on his face but satisfaction burning in his eyes.He turned to face the doctor, his voice cold and cutting. "We will not be needing your services

Ethan stood frozen on the hospital steps, Vincent Shaw's number glowing on his phone screen. Thirty minutes. That was all the time left before his mother would be transferred to County General to die.His thumb hovered over the call button.Then something shifted inside him. A warmth exploded in his chest, and suddenly his mind flooded with images that were not his own.An ancient monastery carved into mountain stone. An old master with silver hair demonstrating hand positions over a dying patient. Crimson energy flowing through precise meridian points. Ancient acupuncture techniques that predated modern medicine by millennia.**The Crimson Phoenix Revival Technique.**The knowledge downloaded into his consciousness like water filling an empty vessel. Every pressure point. Every energy pathway. Every hand position and breathing pattern. He understood it completely, as if he had practiced it for decades.Sera had said five percent power was not enough to cure cancer. But she was wrong.

"Please!" Claire's voice dripped with contempt even as she moaned. "Ethan is the most pathetic man I have ever met. Working three jobs like a dog and still living in that moldy studio apartment. I cannot believe I had to let him touch me for six months."Then a smile cuts through her face. "Well, it paid off." The man pulled back slightly, and Ethan was finally able to see his face clearly. Brandon Steele. Ethan recognized him from Claire's social media. She had always claimed Brandon was just an old friend from college after long chats with him. Nothing to worry about. Brandon reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a thick envelope. "Fifty thousand cash, just like you promised. I already wired it to the Cayman account this morning. My father's company will handle the laundering." Claire squealed with delight, snatching the envelope and fanning the bills. "Oh baby, you are incredible. I cannot believe that idiot actually gave me his entire life savings without even thi