Novels by Lucy Ann Ola

The panic levels at Grand Zenith Mall suddenly cranked up three octaves. The VVIP backstage area instantly turned into a total rumble without any civilized audience to watch it. Promoters, audio crews, and Mia's management team were all running around like headless chickens after realizing the national diva had straight-up vanished just three minutes before the main curtain was supposed to go up."Where is Mia?! For God's sake, she is a national treasure insured for ten trillion! If a rival faction snatched her, we are all gonna end up as day laborers hauling cement in the middle of nowhere!" Mia's manager screamed hysterically, waving a stack of setlists in the air like someone possessed by a neighborhood spirit.Meanwhile, the mastermind behind this massive concert disaster was busy sprinting while dragging her prey along. Mia was still rocking a plastic grey raincoat that made her look like a giant potato and a medical mask hanging off her face, gripped Reyhan's hand tight."Babe,

Grand Zenith Mall that afternoon didn't even look like a mall anymore. It looked more like a disaster evacuation zone filled with people possessed by the urge to scream. Three-meter-high hologram posters of Mia swayed in the blast of the giant AC units, showing off the national teen idol's smile that was so sparkly it could literally make people forget their overdue bills for a second.In the middle of a sea of thousands of hysterical teens waving pink lightsticks, Reyhan stood there in an outfit that totally trashed the vibe of the place: a casual hand-me-down banana-print shirt from Dr. Thorne’s clinic, baggy gray tactical pants belonging to Elena’s goons, and a pair of faded green rubber flip-flops."My dear Reyhan, if these commoners are getting on your nerves, just say the word. I’ve got three canisters of tear gas in this tactical bag. One little spray and this whole concert area will be cleared out in five seconds!" Elena Moretti chirped right in Reyhan’s ear, her hand gripping

Hack!Pure gold liquid glowing bright spat out of Reyhan's mouth again, trashing the clinic floor that had monochrome tiles like a chessboard. That gold stain just shimmered lazily under the dim halogen lights, looking like a glitter spill from some rich kid's birthday party."Oh my god, Reyhan honey! See, you're puking again! Is this blood or some fancy honey? Why does it look so aesthetic?" Elena Moretti went totally ballistic. The mafia boss who was usually cold and heartless scrambled to hand him an antiseptic tissue with shaking hands, her wild face looking worried sick. "Doctor Thorne! If my Young Master doesn't stop coughing up gold in three minutes, I'm gonna turn every single organ in this illegal clinic of yours into meatballs!"Behind the glass counter filled with jars of fake hearts and old-school charms, Dr. Thorne just took a long breath. The eccentric guy who ran the underground med shop for the black market didn't look scared at all. He fixed his lab coat collar, whic

It was like a Siberian ice cube just blew up inside the urinal. A sudden silence swallowed all the city noise from outside. Right at that moment, the water dripping from the sink faucet stopped mid-air. It just hung there, stiff like glass crystals dangling from invisible threads.Reyhan frowned, feeling like his jaw was about to freeze as cold steam puffed out of his own mouth. "Yo Aeros, is the AC in this fancy place busted, or is some angel upstairs just bored and messing around with frostbite?""Frostbite my butt!" Aeros roared inside Reyhan’s head, his voice shaking with a cosmic panic he’d never heard before. "This isn’t about the AC, you brat! Time around you is being warped! The Warden... the most ruthless gatekeeper of destiny has just dropped in on these coordinates!"Elena Moretti, who had been busy wiping her bloody fingers on her jacket with a wild and possessive look, suddenly froze in a really weird slow-motion. Her mouth, which had been halfway open to cuss him out, lo

The bowl of truffle mushroom soup in front of Reyhan was shaking slightly, clinking every time his trembling right hand touched the silver spoon.This fancy-ass classic Italian restaurant had been totally cleared of any regular customers. Outside the stained-glass doors, twenty buff dudes in bulletproof black suits stood guard with their arms crossed. But the vibe inside the room felt ten times more terrifying, at least for Reyhan’s mental health.Next to him, Elena Moretti—the most feared mafia queen on the entire north coast—was kneeling on the floor, leaning her elbows on Reyhan’s knee. Her hands, still covered in gunpowder residue, now held a silk handkerchief with a Milanese designer logo. She was carefully wiping the corner of Reyhan’s nose, which was still dripping a thin golden liquid."Oh, Master Reyhan... eat slowly, okay. Look, your nose is still leaking gold like this," Elena said, her voice turning all cutesy, pouting her red lips into a worried look that totally didn't m

One.The drizzling rain hitting the cold North Jakarta asphalt suddenly felt as warm as instant noodle water. Underneath Reyhan's skinny body, Elena Moretti’s eyes went wide. That giant thorny Cupid behind the mafia boss, the one that usually rages with hunger for a life sacrifice, was instantly smacked by an invisible fist of pure gold. Inside Reyhan’s head, Aeros blew away the monster’s thorny iron armor in a single breath.Two.Elena's gray pupils, which were wild with predatory instincts just a second ago, suddenly shrank and then dilated at crazy speed. The blood-soaked thorny rose symbol in her soul melted away, syncing up no-questions-asked with Aeros's absolute tyrannical vibes. Elena, who was right in the middle of chewing red gum, dropped her jaw. She literally forgot how to breathe for a solid second and a half.Three.That eye contact broke when Reyhan choked on some rain and scrambled to sit up. But the cosmic seal was already locked tight."Boss! Boss Elena! You okay?" y