Novels by Flaming pen

Benjamin was driving through his car along the road, returning from the family court after winning the custodian case. His phone buzzed beside him. Jackson Voss. Jackson's deep and respectful voice came through the speaker. "Master, Hayes," he said, "how did the case go?" Benjamin smiled lightly, one hand holding the steering wheel while his second hand pressed it to his ear. "Hannah must be somewhere now, questioning about the evidence that was presented in the court." "She's digging already, Master," Jackson retorted. "Your ex-wife hired a secret investigation to look into you. She's suspicious about your recent activities." Benjamin chuckled softly, a hint of amusement and mockery in his eyes. "She got what she didn't expect. She thought maybe I'll be sleeping in the street with Aria but she's unaware the man he's dealing with now." Benjamin paused for a second. "Let her dig," He said. "Let her see who I really am but not what I have. The man who borrowed m

Benjamin was driving through his car along the road, returning from the family court after winning the custodian case. His phone buzzed beside him. Jackson Voss. Jackson's deep and respectful voice came through the speaker. "Master, Hayes," he said, "how did the case go?" Benjamin smiled lightly, one hand holding the steering wheel while his second hand pressed it to his ear. "Hannah must be somewhere now, questioning about the evidence that was presented in the court." "She's digging already, Master," Jackson retorted. "Your ex-wife hired a secret investigation to look into you. She's suspicious about your recent activities." Benjamin chuckled softly, a hint of amusement and mockery in his eyes. "She got what she didn't expect. She thought maybe I'll be sleeping in the street with Aria but she's unaware the man he's dealing with now." Benjamin paused for a second. "Let her dig," He said. "Let her see who I really am but not what I have. The man who borrowed m

Benjamin was driving through his car along the road, returning from the family court after winning the custodian case. His phone buzzed beside him. Jackson Voss. Jackson's deep and respectful voice came through the speaker. "Master, Hayes," he said, "how did the case go?" Benjamin smiled lightly, one hand holding the steering wheel while his second hand pressed it to his ear. "Hannah must be somewhere now, questioning about the evidence that was presented in the court." "She's digging already, Master," Jackson retorted. "Your ex-wife hired a secret investigation to look into you. She's suspicious about your recent activities." Benjamin chuckled softly, a hint of amusement and mockery in his eyes. "She got what she didn't expect. She thought maybe I'll be sleeping in the street with Aria but she's unaware the man he's dealing with now." Benjamin paused for a second. "Let her dig," He said. "Let her see who I really am but not what I have. The man who borrowed m

Benjamin was driving through his car along the road, returning from the family court after winning the custodian case. His phone buzzed beside him. Jackson Voss. Jackson's deep and respectful voice came through the speaker. "Master, Hayes," he said, "how did the case go?" Benjamin smiled lightly, one hand holding the steering wheel while his second hand pressed it to his ear. "Hannah must be somewhere now, questioning about the evidence that was presented in the court." "She's digging already, Master," Jackson retorted. "Your ex-wife hired a secret investigation to look into you. She's suspicious about your recent activities." Benjamin chuckled softly, a hint of amusement and mockery in his eyes. "She got what she didn't expect. She thought maybe I'll be sleeping in the street with Aria but she's unaware the man he's dealing with now." Benjamin paused for a second. "Let her dig," He said. "Let her see who I really am but not what I have. The man who borrowed money to sa

Benjamin was driving through his car along the road, returning from the family court after winning the custodian case. His phone buzzed beside him.Jackson Voss.Jackson's deep and respectful voice came through the speaker."Master, Hayes," he said, "how did the case go?" Benjamin smiled lightly, one hand holding the steering wheel while his second hand pressed it to his ear."Hannah must be somewhere now, questioning about the evidence that was presented in the court." "She's digging already, Master," Jackson retorted. "Your ex-wife hired a secret investigation to look into you. She's suspicious about your recent activities." Benjamin chuckled softly, a hint of amusement and mockery in his eyes. "She got what she didn't expect. She thought maybe I'll be sleeping in the street with Aria but she's unaware the man he's dealing with now." Benjamin paused for a second."Let her dig," He said. "Let her see who I really am but not what I have. The man who borrowed money to save his dy

Inside of a room plunged into dimness, seventeen men seated around a long rectangular table with plates carrying seats numbers as identity in their front. They wore expensive suits, the air around them thick with tension as they watched the news of Darius arrest from the TV hanging on the wall. For some seconds, they listened to the news report and watched silently as FBI dragged Darius out from the building of figure eight into their Van. These group of people belonged to a Cartel organization called FIGURE EIGHT. They are gigantic organizations that operate shady business, control subsidiaries of loan companies under their establishment to extort the poor and vulnerable people and problematic rich people who are desperate enough to use the properties as collateral. Darius was just one among the several employees among about thirty companies scattered across the city. They operate like normal corporate companies in a chain, fund the subsidiaries to give loans to desperate peo

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