Novels by Blazing Moon

The Smith's mansion. Mrs. Smith stood near the center of the room, gripping her phone so tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably. “Call them back again!” she snapped at one of the assistants hovering nearby. “Tell them it's not what it looks like!”The assistant hesitated. “Ma’am… they’ve already...“I said call them!” Mrs. Smith barked.The assistant flinched and hurried away.The entire mansion was in chaos.Ever since Jamal made that announcement, it's been all south with the Smith's industries.Every single call they received were contract termination, there wasn't even any chance to explain.And worse, it was all over the Internet, every post about them had millions of views, and the comments were horrible. Across the room, Mark was pacing back and forth, running a hand through his hair repeatedly. “This doesn’t make sense,” he muttered. “This doesn’t make any sense at all.”David sat slumped on the couch, staring at his phone like he was waiting for the investors that had

Jamal stepped out of the bathroom, a white towel draped over his shoulders, his hair still damp from the shower. The day had been long... too many cameras, too many congratulations, too many faces smiling for their own advantage. Yet the memory of Mrs. Smith and Eva’s mortified expressions when he exposed them still made him chuckle softly. That look of humiliation on their faces was priceless... It was enough to erase the hell they made him go through living with them, even though he wasn't done with them yet.He picked up his phone from the nightstand, intending to check the time, but froze when the screen lit up.27 missed calls from Eva.Jamal blinked amusedly, scrolling through the notifications. There were also seven text messages, each more desperate than the last."Jamal, please answer my call." "I didn’t know, okay? I was wrong. Please let’s talk." "You didn't have to out us like that, and terminating the contract wasn't necessary, but I forgive you, let's talk.""I miss y

This was the day the world meets Jamal Collins Lincoln... Not once did Andrew's threats shake him the tiniest bit, he has gone through what could have killed an ordinary man and survived, he isn't about to shy away now, and certainly not for the man responsible for his parents death.They pulled up at the company building, and as Jamal stepped out, followed by Evelyn, Cameras flashed near the main entrance, journalists were present as well, their eyes already searching for a glimpse of the mysterious new Lincoln heir. But before they could reach the elevator that led to the upper floors, two familiar figures emerged from the next row of parked cars. Mrs. Smith. And Eva.Ofcourse they'll be in attendance for the official introduction of the new Lincoln group's CEO, maybe even have a one or two tricks up their sleeves to win his heart... But if only they know.They hadn’t seen him yet, too busy staring around and whispering to each other. But when Eva finally turned... those cold, mo

Weeks had rolled by, introducing Jamal into this new life that he'd always dreamed of, although it still felt foreign sometimes... The servants calling him sir, having all that money in his account.Slowly, he was learning to live again. To breathe without fear.It was finally his grandfather's funeral today, and every powerful figure in the city seemed to be present... businessmen, politicians, old family allies each one gathered to honor the great patriarch of the Lincoln dynasty.Jamal stood a little apart from the crowd, dressed in a fine black designer suit. He looked calm on the outside, but inside, his heart pulsed rapidly. This was his world now. His legacy. Yet even as he stood tall among the powerful, he couldn’t shake the echo of humiliation from his past.He was about to take a step forward when a familiar sound froze him in place.That cruel laughter coated with sugar on the outside only belonged to one person; Mrs Smith.He turned around and true to his intuition, it was

For the first time in years…Jamal slept without fear; there was no cold voice ordering him awake, or anyone pouring drink on him for waking up late.He stirred slightly.For a moment, he didn’t move, he simply laid there; frozen and really confused by his sudden reality.After what felt like forever, his eyes eventually flew open, and he sat up abruptly, swinging his legs over the side of the bed slowly.He stood and walked toward the balcony doors, pushing them open.Below was a view of the mansion, some staff were already moving around as early.This wasn’t a dream.His throat tightened.He had spent years waking up to insult and humiliation.Now…He woke up to power.A knock suddenly came at the door snapping through his chain of thoughts. Jamal straightened instinctively.“Come in,” he said.The door opened and Evelyn entered. “Good morning, Mr. Lincoln.”Hearing the title hit him differently, it was a reminder that this is really happening.“Don’t call me that,” he mumbled.Sh

Jamal exhaled a deep breath for the umpteenth time since the drive began, and the lady suddenly casted him a quick glance from the side mirror and chuckled softly."My name is Evelyn, and I'm your grandfather's personal assistant." She suddenly blurted. "You look scared so I figured I'd start making things clear." "Grandfather?" Jamal repeated. "I don't have one, my parents were all I knew, and they died a long time ago in a car crash," "It wasn't a natural car crash, Mr Collins Lincoln, your father was going to take over the company from grandpa Lincoln, but Andrew, his junior brother wanted it so much, he did some pretty bad things, I don't want to renew old wounds." A sudden cold shiver jolted through Jamal's spine as a Evelyn's words replayed in his head. She knew his father's name, she couldn't be wrong. "Why are you telling me all this now?" His voice quivered. "Grandpa Lincoln is dead, he willed his possessions to you Jamal, so you have to take over now." For a moment, Jam