Novels by Bitter Sugar

Standing his ground, Lucas dimmed his eyes at the crowd of men stepping out from the crib, and the one in front wasn’t too unfamiliar.He was Miles Pablo; his cold eyes and conical eyes had always been there and his distinct pony tail white hair would forever describe his annoying looks.“Who are you, man?” Miles asked and was a bit cautious to step forward. His eyes fixed on the bag of heads Lucas had and the other thick bloodied head in his hand. “What do you want, bogey?”“I want your life. Your head must make this up,” Lucas groaned, raised the heads and lowered his gaze, losing interest in locking gaze with the street fighters that surrounded Miles. “Give me your life or better still kill yourself and I will turn back and go.”“You must be an amateur bastard for saying that!” Miles yelled, folding his fist, “I guess you don’t know who you are talking to. I am Miles Pablo, the king of the street fighters, this fist has snapped the breath of men more fierce than you, and you stand

Allowing them to step out completely, Lucas took out his pendant and slammed it on the ground. Promptly, there was a heavy earthquake with thunder clap. To their dismay the ground divided and swallowed them up.Soon their noise and wailing couldn’t be heard.“The rest of the Pablo’s won’t escape this,” he grumbled and wanted to make a move out of the building there came a radical gunshot from behind and he swayed around until the shooter came to a pause.With his boot pining to the ground, he stopped and opened his palms only for all the bullets to fall off from his palms.“What the hell is this guy made of?” the shooter asked and wanted to open another fire and Lucas slammed the pendant on the ground and charged up the dust around, making the entire place cloudy with dusty.Before the shooter knew what had happened, Lucas was already behind him. He dazed him repeated punch that left him staggering to his knees and slumped to his death.Another soldier opened fire and he grabbed the f

“Attack! Attack !” the commandant ordered his men.And Lucas could hear the stamping of boot on the decking, the arrival of more back up.A soldier dived at him with a dagger and he suspended him in the air, swung him around and tossed at the commandant, hitting him in the chest and he smashed him on the ground.The back-up had arrived now and he could see quite a number of them, armed with rifles, blades, and mastiffs. They found their commandant on the floor and they approached him.“Sir! Sir! Are you OK? Are you OK?” they asked repeatedly.“Stop asking me all the question and go and fight?” the commandant replied arrogantly, “Where is Dracola? Did you come with him?” he asked.“I am here sir,” the groaning, voice echoed so loudly, striking silence across the yard,Dracola was a huge giant, with bigger palms and skull. His height was 7’5 inches, and his weapon was five edged sword, which often dripped of blood because he was always in the battle front.Dracola had the record of neve

Stamping his boot on the ground, he commanded charged energy, and the ground shook with thunderclaps.They were confused at this time, wondering what he was up to. He didn’t toss any flame, nothing , just a furious animalistic man stepping forward and stopping all their bullets with his palms . And once he got closer to any soldier, he dazed a punch that left them flying in their air.“Come on fight him!” the commandant ordered. “He is more formidable with weapons. Fight him with taekwondo.Once Lucas heard that, he paused and folded his fist, gnashed his teeth and lowered his gaze giving them the grace to hit him since his gaze wasn’t raised. Tap, tap, tap; the sweat from his face dropped to the soil ad he waited.One lunged at him and he grabbed him with his open palms, and squeezed his wrist until his arms fell off.“Ah! No! No! No!” the soldier wailed.Two lunged a powerful kick that should have taken him down but he stood his ground, and they hit him, instead of falling they fell

Diego Martins could be seen pacing up and down in his officeReports of his brutality got to the head of security and Lucas was summoned.“Your strength and vigor are for battles and not for innocent, gullible elite men. In four nights two hundred and fifty men have fallen, Carlisebella Casino burned down, Carlos slaughtered, Rodrigo slew like a rat, Jose Pablo killed in cold blood, and Thick Ass Club burned down. You have restricted everyone from accessing the refinery. You restricted the presidential burial ground, a national asset. Who the hell are you?”“Those acres of land for the refinery belong to my father. I have come to reclaim them and find my pregnant wife that was kidnapped.” He groaned,“The government owns that crude oil land, and built a refinery there. Only Mr. President can give you a proper explanation.”“Good riddance. I want to see Mr. President,” Lucas replied.“Who the hell are you to see Mr. President?”Lucas screwed up his brow.Retrieve your soldiers and forg

You slaughtered the Maduro’s in cold blood, burned their house, kidnapped their pregnant daughter-in-law, and sent their son to prison, huh!” Lucas groanedJose dimmed his eyes, his memory going down the lane when Lucas’s parents were shot in the chest, and his pregnant wife was on the run when she slammed on the floor before the masked men gripped her.“Lucas?” he could recall now, his mouth going sour. “I thought you were in prison.”“Where is my pregnant wife, Jose?” he groaned ignoring the masked men whose bow had pulled back for a shot, “If you can reveal her location to me I will let you live. As for the crude oil land, forget. I am now in control.”“You motherfucker!” he cursed, his voice echoing off the wall, “So you sent your soldiers to recover that refinery and you expect me to reveal your pregnant wife’s location, huh. You must be stupid in the intestine. Many elite names are attached to that crude oil so you can’t win.”“I swear I am going to kill you till your hundredth

It was all-games’ week on campus and this time the school was charged by the frantic crowd of students who couldn’t get enough of the games, most especially fans of basketball. Ella and Jack could be seen in the front pew of the crowd as they got entertained by the basket ballers.Manuel and Allen joined the crowd to cheer the basket ballers. If Ethan were here he would be in the field playing with the rest of the basketballers because he was good at it but he wasn’t. the school authorities and some of the most senior professors were in the front pew with Jack and Ella.The all-games weeks was usually an era for students to get acquainted with extra curricula activities on campus and as his manner was, Jack staked a cash prize of five hundred thousand dollars for the winning team.He had often done this and in time past he had sponsored the games and made it more alluring and appealing for students to partake.While the games pressed on, Ella whispered into his ears. “Were you able to

The range rover had barely vroomed into the mansion when a handful of maids ran out and bowed to Jack and Ella. “Welcome to my mansion,” Jack chirped to Ella and the maids led the way, smiling charmingly at Ella as they showed her into the mansion.She had been gaping and scanning her gaze around, her face suffused with the shocker of seeing such a mighty and magnificent edifice.“This is beautiful,” she hugged Jack and stamped a kiss on his thick lips, “You never told me your parents had such a haven in New York. Why did it take you so long to bring me down here?” she spanked his butt and he shrugged.“Well, I have been waiting for the right time,” he replied her , his hands on her waist as their shoes knocked through the corridor into the mansion.In the ball room were Nathan Junior, his father and his wife. She was Stella Junior, a long haired, white-blonde, woman with cold features and steamy eyes. Resting in the arms of Nathan, their attention tilted to Jack the moment their shoe

“On a six months suspension after the heartbreak and bullying?” Rex groaned and dimmed his gaze in the void. He walked to Ethan and patted his shoulders, “I am sorry for the inhuman treatment and dishonor you have suffered all these years by misplaced identity.”Ethan forced a smile, and tossed his head as the last event of tragedy replayed in his mind. Two names still stood in his mind, Jack and Ella.“That school is still indebted to me,” Rex revealed, “Yeah, after what I did for them they owe you absolute loyalty. The school is still on mortgage in our bank. I loaned them ninety percent of the funds used in building it and they are still indebted to us.”“Really?” Ethan wondered.The news that had always made the round was that jacks’; father sponsored the school in their building project. Right now the cat was out of the basket and he knew who was the real money bag behind the school project.“Father, can you please, explain more to me,” he demanded.“Nathan, CEO Nathan Group, bor

“Ethan Arthur!” the doctor called, and bowed to him, “You are hereby fit and ready to be discharged, your convoy awaits you outside. Are you aware of that?”“Aware of what?” Ethan raised a thick brow and breathed uneasily before opening the window to see hefty-looking guards, all suited with sunshades adding to their hostility, they manned a convoy of Rolls Royce, Lamborghini, Austin Martins.Ethan shot a striking glance at the doctor. “My name is Ethan Moneyfield not Ethan Arthur. And the billionaire? I didn’t see him again after yesterday. Why the change of name now?” he asked.The doctor lost about what response to give, handed him a paper. “Please put your signature here to approve your discharge.” He obliged and Ethan gazed on the paper to see Ethan Arthur graven on the spaces and he winced.He managed to put his signature and the doctor left only for two hefty guards to step in and bow, hailing, “Grand master!”Ethan raised a thick brow, staring at them sheepishly; he had never

Once Ethan opened his eyes he realized they weren’t blurry anymore and he could see clearly now. Standing around him were the tall, ever-smiling doctor and Rex Arthur, and three of his personal guards. They stood arms folded hands on the waist, their gaze locked to his.“Oh god,” he nagged, his breath unsteady, “Where am I?” he sighed and dared to rise and his limbs hurt, limiting him to lie back.“Hold on, dear,” the doctor mumbled and leaned toward him to check his pulses and heartbeat, “You are strong now. Congratulations,” he turned to Rex, whose face still housed scare and uncertainty about Ethan’s fate. “He is conscious and strong now.”“But how is he?” Rex asked, his brow ridged anxiously.“Oh my limbs!” Ethan snapped, his face grinning hugely as he dared to touch his limbs and then raised his gaze on Rex once more, as if to ask him what had happened to him.“He still complains about his limbs,” Rex said to the doctor who tossed his head in agreement. “What could probably have

He had always known Jack to be good at dragging his offenders in any way he could. He was glad the job was going to take him out of sight for some time until resumption.Stepping out of a grocery store from where he went to deliver his goods for the day, he, mounted his scooter with the freedom of a bird and didn’t realize some thugs had been trailing him.Soon, he could be seen gliding down the hill of the road with a steady speed. Unaware of the disaster that hooted behind him, he wanted to ride across the road when the saloon car doubled crossed him, almost hitting him.Three, heavily-chested men with hostile faces and folded fist alighted from the car and pounced towards him immediately. His face brewed concern and worry as he dared to turn his bike and ride away but it was too late.The other dived at him and grabbed his hands. Ethan had always been able to defend himself so with a fist on the jaw of one, he earned a freedom, and the other pounced in his way and headbutt him.He