Novels by Okoye

Rain hammered the pavement. Derrick lay there, breathing hard, chest rising and falling like he’d just clawed his way out of a grave.No blue screen. No system voice. No weight pressing against his thoughts. Just pain. Real pain.Mara crouched beside him. “Don’t move too fast,” she said. “Your body remembers what it lost, even if the System doesn’t.”Derrick pushed himself up anyway. His hands were shaking. “I can hear them,” he said hoarsely.Mara frowned. “Hear who?”“The world,” Derrick replied.Sirens screamed in the distance. Not one or two, hundreds. Car alarms wailed. People shouted. Somewhere nearby, glass shattered.Across the street, a giant screen flickered violently. Then stabilized. A blue interface appeared. Not one. Thousands. Millions. All over the city. All over the world.Derrick’s stomach dropped. Mara whispered, “It’s started.”On the screen, text scrolled rapidly. COMPATIBILITY TEST: SUBJECT #18,392,104 — PASSEDA man standing nearby froze. “What does that mean?”

4… The countdown burned in the air like a brand. Derrick’s finger hovered inches from the projection. ERASE: LUNA VALEAround him, the ballroom had descended into chaos. “Stop him!”“Kill the system!”“He’s going to erase her!”Sophie collapsed completely, sobbing. “Please… she didn’t do anything… please…”Agent Mercer aimed her weapon, not at Derrick. At the blue interface. “Fire,” someone shouted through her earpiece.Mercer hesitated. Derrick noticed. “You can’t,” he said calmly.Her eyes flicked to him. “Don’t test me.”“You already did,” Derrick replied. “The moment you let it watch.”The system chimed. ''COUNTDOWN CONTINUES.''3… Derrick closed his eyes. Luna’s face surfaced in his mind. Not the ballroom. Not the severance notice. But earlier. A memory the system had not shown.Luna laughing in the car. Luna arguing with him about money. Luna saying, 'You’re still human.'His chest tightened. “System,” Derrick said quietly. “You said erasure is mercy.”“CORRECT.”“Then why does

The helicopters circled like vultures. Their blades thundered through the night sky, shaking the windows of the ballroom. Red lights flashed across faces drained of color.No one moved. No one dared. Derrick Wallance stood before the hovering blue interface, his hand raised, finger suspended inches from the word: ERASURESophie’s voice broke first. “You won’t,” she said hoarsely. “You’re not a monster.”Derrick didn’t look at her. “I wasn’t,” he replied. “Once.”Agent Mercer stepped forward slowly, palms raised. “Derrick. Listen to me.”He glanced at her. She swallowed. “Whatever this thing is, it’s manipulating you. You don’t have to choose.”The system pulsed. ''External influence detected: Fear.''Mercer stiffened. “Did it just?”“Yes,” Derrick said. “It hears everything.”A man near the back shouted, “Turn it off!”Another screamed, “Kill him before he kills us!”Security shifted uneasily. The humiliation was no longer personal. It was collective. The system’s voice echoed again,

The ballroom smelled like fear. Not metaphorical fear. Real fear, sharp, metallic, crawling into the lungs. Paramedics rushed in, voices overlapping. “Clear the area!”“Pulse is weak!”“Move!”Hawthorne’s body lay on the marble floor, suit rumpled, dignity erased. Moments ago, he had been untouchable. Now, people stepped around him like inconvenient furniture.Cameras didn’t stop recording. They never did. Sophie stood frozen, phone slipping from her fingers. “Uncle…” she whispered. “Wake up.”No response. Derrick didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t kneel this time. The system pulsed gently, like a satisfied heartbeat. ''Ascension state stabilized.''Luna was already gone. That fact hurt more than the screaming. Agent Mercer pushed through the crowd, eyes locking onto Derrick instantly. “Wallance,” she said sharply. “Don’t move.”Derrick looked at her. For the first time, she flinched. “Am I under arrest?” Derrick asked calmly.Mercer hesitated. “You were involved in”“In a man kneeling

“Say something.”Luna’s voice trembled, but she didn’t move closer. Derrick stood frozen, staring at her phone.RELATIONSHIP STATUS: TERMINATED.It wasn’t metaphorical. It wasn’t emotional. It was absolute. “I didn’t do this,” Derrick said slowly.Luna laughed once. Sharp. Broken. “Then who did?”The ballroom buzzed again, whispers returning, laughter crawling back like insects sensing blood.Sophie leaned back in her chair, amused. “Looks like your magic finally has limits.”Hawthorne folded his hands. “The System made a choice,” he said calmly. “And so did you.”Luna looked at Derrick. “You knew this could happen.”“No,” Derrick said. “I knew it might.”“That’s worse,” she replied.The system pulsed faintly. ''Isolation protocol active.''Derrick clenched his jaw. “Undo it.”No response. “UNDO IT.”Silence. Sophie stood and walked closer, heels echoing. “You’re learning,” she said softly. “Power always collects interest.”She circled Luna. “Did you really think you were special?”Lu

The ballroom was silent. Not the polite kind of silence. The predatory kind. Hundreds of eyes fixed on Derrick Wallance as if waiting for him to collapse.The auctioneer cleared his throat. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said cautiously, “we will now proceed with Lot Seventy-Seven.”Derrick didn’t move. Luna’s fingers tightened around his sleeve. “We can leave,” she whispered. “Right now.”“No,” Derrick said quietly. “This is why we’re here.”Across the room, Hawthorne sat at the center table, surrounded by executives, senators, old money. Sophie sat beside him. Smiling. The auctioneer continued. “Lot Seventy-Seven is a private equity stake”“Withdraw it,” Hawthorne interrupted calmly.The auctioneer froze. “Sir?”Hawthorne raised his glass. “I’m exercising my influence.”A murmur rippled through the crowd. The auctioneer swallowed. “Lot Seventy-Seven has been withdrawn.”Gasps followed. Derrick stepped forward. “You can’t do that.”Hawthorne looked at him pleasantly. “I already did.”“Th

Jackson Forbes sat in the underground control room, the glow of monitors reflecting the intensity in his eyes.He had orchestrated chaos, humiliation, and fear, but the next phase required precision and patience. Jenna Oakwood would not fall entirely unless he controlled every angle.“Harris,” he said, voice steady and sharp, “it’s time to isolate her completely. Every ally, every friend, every supporter, neutralize their influence. Make her doubt everyone, trust no one, and feel the walls closing in.”Harris frowned. “You mean… she’ll have no one left? That’s brutal. She’ll panic completely.”Jackson’s lips curved faintly. “Exactly. Desperation is the most effective weapon. And once she’s cornered… every move she makes works for me, whether she realizes it or not.”Lina, typing rapidly, brought up an interactive map of the Consortium’s executives, stakeholders, and key players.“We’ve already got loyal insiders: Victor, several mid-level executives, even some board members who’ve beg

Jackson Forbes stood in the underground control room, surrounded by glowing screens, each one displaying the chaos he had orchestrated in the Oakwood Consortium.Investors panicked, the media amplified every misstep, and the city buzzed with speculation. But tonight, subtlety was over.“Tonight,” Jackson said, voice low and sharp, “we confront her. Not physically, not yet, but strategically. She will feel me everywhere: in every decision, every boardroom hesitation, every heartbeat of her empire.”Harris leaned against the console. “Direct confrontation? Aren’t you worried she’ll fight back?”Jackson’s eyes glimmered. “Let her fight. Every move she makes under pressure is predictable. Every desperate act is a tool. This is not just about control, it’s about breaking her reliance on her own illusions.”Lina tapped rapidly on her keyboard. “We’ve synchronized everything. Leaks, internal memos, investor calls, and even her personal schedule. Every contact, every decision, every conversat

Jackson Forbes leaned over the glowing monitors in the underground control room, fingers tracing the live feeds of news outlets, social media trends, and the Oakwood Consortium’s internal communications.The first public strike had done its work, panic, confusion, and humiliation had spread like wildfire. But Jackson was not content to merely watch chaos unfold.“Now,” he said, voice low and commanding, “we take the next step. Visibility is power, perception is control, and fear… fear is the strongest currency in the world.”Harris, leaning over the main console, frowned. “You mean we manipulate the media? The investors? Even the public? That’s risky. One slip…”Jackson’s eyes narrowed. “No slip. Every detail is calculated. Every narrative is seeded through channels we control. Every influential voice will bend without realizing they are bending. The city, the shareholders, even the board, they will be tools of my revenge before they know it.”Lina tapped rapidly on her keyboard, brin

The skyline glittered with lights, but tonight, the city was about to witness a storm it would never forget. Jackson Forbes leaned back in the underground control room, his gaze fixed on the monitors showing live feeds of Oakwood Consortium headquarters, social media trends, and breaking news alerts.“Tonight,” Jackson said, voice low and commanding, “we move from shadows to the stage. They think I’m dead. They think I’m powerless. They think they’ve won. Let’s prove them wrong.”Harris crossed his arms. “A public strike? This is bold. If anything goes wrong, it could expose us.”Jackson’s eyes glinted. “Everything has been calculated. Every detail, every ally, every digital footprint. We leave them with no escape, no dignity, and no way to deny what’s coming.”Lina, fingers flying over her keyboard, nodded. “All systems ready. Press releases, social media infiltration, internal Consortium data, all coordinated. The city will see it first, then the world.”Jackson stood, pacing slowly

The city hummed with life above, oblivious to the silent storm brewing below. Jackson Forbes sat in the underground control room, the soft glow of monitors illuminating his focused face.He no longer just watched; he moved pieces, orchestrating events within the Oakwood Consortium with surgical precision.“Phase three,” he muttered, voice low but sharp. “We go deeper. No more surface-level chaos. It’s time to infiltrate the core.”Harris leaned against the console. “You mean… direct access to the inner workings of the Consortium? That’s risky. If they detect it…”Jackson’s eyes hardened. “If they detect it, it’s already too late for them. Remember, we don’t just strike blindly. Every move is calculated. Every ripple is intended. Fear is our weapon, and paranoia our ally.”Lina swiveled in her chair. “All the proxies are ready. Victor and the others are positioned perfectly. Minor decisions, approvals, and transactions can all be manipulated without raising suspicion.But this… this le

Jackson Forbes stood over the screens in the underground command center, the faint glow reflecting off his sharp features.Tonight, there would be no subtlety. No whispering chaos. Tonight, the Oakwood Consortium would feel the first tremor of a storm they never saw coming.“Are you sure about this?” Harris asked, voice low, cautious. “It’s high risk. If they trace it…”Jackson shook his head slowly. “They won’t. We’ve prepared for every angle. Every contingency. Every weak link is ours. And remember…” His gaze hardened, eyes sharp as blades. “…the higher the risk, the sweeter the victory.”Lina, at the financial console, nodded. “All systems are ready. Proxy accounts, backdoor access, and encrypted communications are live. One false move and it’s on us, but so far, everything is secure.”Jackson leaned back, hands steepled. “Good. Tonight, they’ll learn exactly what happens when you betray Jackson Forbes.”Meanwhile, Jenna Oakwood was hosting a high-profile meeting in the consortium’