Novels by Flaming pen

"""""""Bang! Bang!A heavy knock hammered on the door the next morning. Dora stood there wearing an expensive short and fitted gown, her expression twisted with disdain as though she shouldn't even be there. "Get up your lazy ass up from the bed. Mum wants you in the living room!"The door cracked open. Zane was standing there, wearing a plain cloth. His eyes weren't tired at all or showed any sign of grogginess from sleep. Dora poured her lips, casting him a disdainful look."You're finally back to your sense. You insulted mum yesterday and had the guts to open your filthy hole you call a mouth to insult me. You're dead. Get yourself to the living room with her. Everyone is waiting!"She threw a clothes she squeezed in her hand to his chest."And Tara don't come out dressing like you were dragged out from a rat hole." She finished and strutted away. All this time, Zane was only looking at her in quiet anger. She was the reason Tara lost her voice and she was going to pay the pri

"Where are we?" Sophia's voice cracked on the question."I heard two men talking earlier..it's the largest underground auction." The girl beside her responded with a trembling voice.Sophia's eyes widened in horror."Underground auction?" She repeated, her voice was barely a whisper like the response alone was enough to make her understand that she was in a grave danger. She lost her memory, and now she was about to be sold off to some stranger like a mere object.Her survival instinct kicked in immediately. She patted her pocket frantically, searching for her phone. It was gone. Her stomach sank."They took my phone." "They took everyone's phone. They will probably sell it to illegal dealers." That was the new phone Kade purchased for her the previous day. "I have a phone with me..but I can't remember any number to call. My head is empty." A small voice came from the corner of the room, but Audible. It was a young girl with an acute stress reaction, probably mid twenties. She pr

Elira's eyes meet Carl's at the back of the Hall where he was staining alone with the box in his hand, completely stunned in place like a man who has just walked into the wrong room.Shock passed through her expression. Her jaw dropped then closed back, muttering his name under her breath. She never expected to see him there."Carl.."The entire hall seemed to hear her whispers. Heads turned, uniformed attendants gawked, focusing all attention on him now rather than the event. Murmuring buzzed through the hall. Directional. Aimed at Carl.Even the music slowed like it wanted to listen to the incoming humiliation and make a beat or rhythm out of it. “Isn't that the useless son-in-law?”"That's him?" “Yes, I heard he killed an elite and was thrown into prison. Life imprisonment. Why is he even here?"A woman wearing a red gown, stirred her glass of wine and sipped it. She twisted her lips in disdain as though Carl's presence was the bitterest thing on her tongue."He looks really mi

"You'll meet more people like him," Kade said, "don't allow their words gets on your nerve." Sophia exhaled sharply and turned to look at him."I'm so sorry, Kade.""Another important lesson, Sophia," Kade said sharply, "you shouldn't apologize on behalf of someone just because they're too dumb and unreasonable to accept their own mistakes." Sophia smiled lightly."What are you now? A trainer?" Kade smiled back faintly. "Any name you give it, just suite yourself." He said.They continued the shopping. Sophia purchased suits of different colours, modest wears and footwears that matched each of the clothe. After they were done, they walked to the payment desk and Kade payed with the card.As soon as they stepped out of the boutique, Kade looked at her."You're keeping your identity, so you'll need a new name for yourself." He said.Sophia nodded curtly. "What name do you suggest?" "Amanda. Amanda Foster." Kade said."That's awesome. Amanda." Sophia repeated. Then his voice softened

"""""""""""" Across the city, Amara was just stepped out from the bathroom after taking a hot bath that couldn't smother the humiliation at Titan Medics away. Steam curled into the air from her body and droplets of water slipped over her skin, running into the towel covering her chest. She stopped when he saw Richard in the room, leaning back against the wall with hands casually resting in his pocket. His usually arrogance radiated off him like invisible smoke in the air but his expression was softer with the awareness that Amara was still mad about the blow out in the board room. He pushed his body off the wall and pulled out his hand. Amara's voice cut through the room angrily. "What the heck are you doing in my room!!" She hissed, her voice sharp and cutting like blade. Richard took one step forward, "Amara listen we can talk about.." but Amara didn't give her a chance, her finger snapped to the door, voice cracking like thunder tumbling through a cloudy sky. "Get out of my

""""""""""""Across the city, Amara was just stepped out from the bathroom after taking a hot bath that couldn't smother the humiliation at Titan Medics away. Steam curled into the air from her body and droplets of water slipped over her skin, running into the towel covering her chest.She stopped when he saw Richard in the room, leaning back against the wall with hands casually resting in his pocket. His usually arrogance radiated off him like invisible smoke in the air but his expression was softer with the awareness that Amara was still mad about the blow out in the board room.He pushed his body off the wall and pulled out his hand.Amara's voice cut through the room angrily."What the heck are you doing in my room!!" She hissed, her voice sharp and cutting like blade. Richard took one step forward, "Amara listen we can talk about.." but Amara didn't give her a chance, her finger snapped to the door, voice cracking like thunder tumbling through a cloudy sky. "Get out of my room!!

Darius wheeled the wheelchair across the room, every eye around the table fixed on him."Whatever she'd told you, she lied." He said.Immediately Priscilla saw him on the wheelchair, she jerked up from her seat, moving towards him in concern."What happened to you, Baby..why are you on a wheel chair...Oh, God this looks bad." The words tumbled out of her mouth in concern.The Hall gasped softly. Murmuring hummed in the air collectively.Sandra crossed the room to meet him."What the heck are you talking about you pathetic liar!" She sneered. "You invited me to the Bar house to sign the contract but you had other intentions. You drugged my drink because I have been turning you down all this while! You're my sister's fiance for God's sake! Have you no shame!" "Shame? Huh?" Darius moved across the room on the wheelchair, his voice carrying across. "The reason why I am sitting in this wheelchair is because you, Sandra." The Hall leaned in, waiting to hear more.Sandra stared at him in s

Sandra Sinclair burst into the Sinclair family house, the door slamming hard against the wall loudly."This marriage cannot hold!!" Her voice cut through the air like a whip.Inside the Hall, George Sinclair was present with the other family members, seated at the head of the table having discussion about marriage that had been planned to be the doom of the family unbeknownst to everyone.At the side of the table, Priscilla sat down under the light in a crimson gown, her excitement suddenly dropping into confusion.Murmuring stirred around the table.Sandra crossed the room, her heels clacking the marble like bullet striking steel."What is the problem with you, Sandra? You should be preparing for your sister's marriage not causing disturbance—" He paused, looking at her from head to toe as he took in her unusual wrinkled dress. He frowned slightly. "— and where are you coming from since yesterday looking like this?" Sandra stopped beside the table and slapped the paper down. Every e

Magnus Voss sipped from the red wine that looked like blood under the harsh Bar light, twisting his expression slightly in bitterness that wasn't influenced by the Don perignon, but a past that was still hurting him till this moment.He sat the class down on the sleek counter with a gentle clink. "Let me tell you a story," He said, turning to look at his son on the wheelchair. Darius's eyes hinted with curiosity."Twenty years ago," Magnus started quietly. "I and George, were friends. Not really friends. More like acquaintances. We met during an interview at Montgomery Group headquarters. We were both broke, chasing software gigs, struggling to make a living. We were there for just one post. Competitive seat. The CFO. They needed a new brain. Someone who could catch up quickly after they lost the last CFO in an accident."He paused, allowing his narration to settle. He picked the Glass wine again and sipped, leaving Darius to wallow in curiosity."What happened next, Dad?" And he was

The Voss family house is a monolithic testament of power and wealth descending from their ancestors. A Giant chandelier the size of a car threw light on the expensive marble giving the ambiance a comfortable and warm look, but the tension that hung in the air was too thick to be dissected by an ice.Darius Voss sat on a wheel chair now, his legs stiff and useless with heaps of bandage wrapped around it with a brace holding fractured bone in place.He boiled in anger.Across the room, his father, Mr. Magnus Voss stood in front of the four huge securities with hands crossed behind his back. Anger was visible in his expression and entire room felt it.The four bodyguards knelt before him, their head dropped, shoulder slumped, face marked with cuts inflicted by Knox in the club.But Magnus Voss didn't care about all that. Someone had just crippled his son and the sheer weight felt like a physical slap. The Voss family is untouchable. No one comes for them unless they're prepared for grave

The gift arrived on his desk at exactly seven O' Clock in the evening inside an ornate box covered in blood. Elder Ezno delivered it. He wasn't looking like himself— a bandage curled around his neck, hanging his arm uselessly while his back hunched, stiff by injury that broke something supportive inside that would take a while to heal.Even at his level of cultivation, he couldn't heal broken bones easily and maybe his pride too which had been shockingly battered by a young man he'd underestimated.Daniel Monroe loomed over the desk in a dim Ambiance that was his underground base — the Bloody eyes operation base. He stood at six feet six, a beast wearing human skin. Everything about him was intimidating and oppressive from weather-beaten face to the scars marking his face like insignias, a stark reminder of the wars he'd walked through and came out a conqueror.His eyes steady on the tab in his hand displaying Jaxon walking into the Grand Hall after sweeping securities off their feet

************************Jaxon didn't stand down.His fist cut through the air, coming straight at Elder Ezno's to counter the attack.The collision was destructive immediately their fist collided sounding off like a radioactive explosion.Waves of energy burst from the impact. The effect vibrated the entire hall— balloons burst, the force picked up tables and chairs, slamming it against the wall, chandeliers wobbled on the ceiling, throwing chaotic light before Crystals burst shattering glasses to the floor. Elder Enzo stumbled back several feets loosing his feet on the ground and slamming against the sharp edge of the stage. A sharp crack echoed of something breaking that was possible spine sounded from his back.Silence fell over the Hall.The old man stayed on the floor. He couldn't move, eyes widened in horror and shook like he hadn't expected the outcome of his attack."What...what are..." Blood spurted his mouth, smearing over his robe.He tried to push himself up the floor b