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Frank. Ben
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The Last Navine

The Last Navine

Ten years ago, Bran Navine lost everything in a single night. His mother died under suspicious circumstances, his father turned his back on him, and the only family he had left was cast out and left to survive on the streets. Alongside his younger sister, Christine, and their only protector, Aunt Francine, Bran learned what it meant to live with nothing while powerful enemies erased their existence from the world. But Bran refused to remain powerless. He vanished into the shadows and spent a decade building himself into something no one could control. War made him stronger, strategy made him feared, and bloodshed made his name known across battlefields as the “King of the South,” a commander who never lost and never forgave. Now, the war is over, and Bran has finally returned home. What should have been a peaceful reunion turns into disaster when Christine is taken and sold into an underground slave auction controlled by the powerful Elara Quin and the influential Reed family of Heartless. Aunt Francine, the woman who raised them after their downfall, is left broken after trying to protect them alone.
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Chapter: Chapter 5
The underground auction house was hidden beneath a fancy hotel in the east district of Heartless City. It was the kind of secret place where rich people came to do dirty things they would never admit in public.The huge room had rows of expensive velvet chairs and sparkling crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. But no amount of luxury could hide the truth. This was a marketplace for human lives.At the center of the room stood a raised platform under bright spotlights. Inside a golden cage on that stage was Christine Navine.She looked small and broken. They had dressed her in tiny scraps of cloth that barely covered her body. Under the harsh lights, she might as well have been completely naked. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself as she tried to hide, but there was no escape from all the eyes watching her.An angry red rope burn marked her neck, still bleeding in some places. She was only sixteen years old. She should have been in school, laughing with friends, and w
Last Updated: 2026-06-15
Chapter: Chapter 4
Marcus Reed stood at the doorway and looked at the terrible mess in Aunt Francine’s living room. His shiny Italian shoes stepped on broken teeth and pieces of bone as he walked inside. A big pool of blood covered the wooden floor.Behind him, six armed men spread out. Their hands stayed close to their guns. When they saw the twisted arms and broken skulls on the floor, some of them stopped and looked scared.“Well, well, well,” Marcus said with a mean smile. “The brother who ran away is finally back. Bran Navine, I must say I’m impressed. We tortured your dear aunt for many hours. We broke her legs into tiny pieces. We made her scream until she could not scream anymore. All because we wanted her to tell us where you were hiding.”He pointed at Aunt Francine, who lay unconscious on the floor.“That old woman did not say one word,” Marcus laughed. “She is very tough. And your little sister…” His smile became even crueler. “We hit her many times. We told her all the bad things we would d
Last Updated: 2026-06-15
Chapter: Chapter 3
For several seconds after Bran introduced himself, nobody in the room moved. The thugs had spent years hearing stories about him, yet none of them had expected the man they were hunting to simply walk through the front door. The silence lasted only a moment before the scar-lipped leader threw his head back and laughed."Well, this is a surprise," he said as he lowered the club in his hand. "We spend years searching for you and you decide to deliver yourself right to us. I don't know whether that's bravery or stupidity."One of the other men immediately pulled out his phone and stepped away from the group. His fingers moved rapidly across the screen before he pressed the device against his ear."Boss, it's me," he said excitedly. "You're not going to believe this. Bran Navine is here. Yeah, the real one. He just walked into the house by himself."A grin spread across the man's face as he listened to the response coming from the other side."Understood. We'll keep him here until you arr
Last Updated: 2026-06-15
Chapter: Chapter 2
The house in the suburbs of Heartless appeared perfectly ordinary from the outside, but the scene inside told a very different story.Aunt Francine lay on the living room floor, unable to get back to her feet after the beating she had endured. The furniture had been overturned during the struggle, and several picture frames lay shattered across the room. Despite her condition, her eyes remained fixed on the men standing around her. There were five of them in total, all carrying themselves with the confidence of people who believed nobody would ever hold them accountable for their actions.The leader of the group was a heavyset man with a scar running across his upper lip. He slowly paced around the room with a metal club resting on his shoulder, occasionally glancing at Francine as though she were nothing more than a piece of entertainment."You know, I've been trying to understand something ever since we got here," he said with a faint smile. "What exactly was the point of all this?
Last Updated: 2026-06-15
Chapter: Chapter 1
"Why won't she wake up?"Christine's voice was barely above a whisper as she stood beside Bran Navine, her small fingers clutching the sleeve of his shirt. She stared at the freshly covered grave in front of them as though expecting someone to suddenly tell her it was all a mistake. The mound of dirt looked ugly and unfinished, marked only by a cheap wooden cross that leaned slightly to one side.Bran didn't answer immediately.What answer could he possibly give?Their mother was buried beneath that dirt. There was no headstone, no flowers, and no relatives gathered to mourn her. Even the funeral itself had been rushed through as though her life had meant nothing.Most painful of all, their father hadn't bothered to show up.Mike Navine, the man who had once sworn to protect their family, was nowhere to be seen.Bran already knew where he was.With Elara Quin.The woman who had destroyed everything.The memory surfaced in his mind with painful clarity. He could still see his mother st
Last Updated: 2026-06-15
The Warlord's Vengeance

The Warlord's Vengeance

To hide a deadly secret, a sane man once pretended to be insane and lived inside a psychiatric hospital. There, he met the only woman who treated him like a human being. He married her to protect her… then disappeared on their wedding night, leaving her to face the world alone. For six long years, she was mocked, humiliated, and abandoned. But now he is back. No longer the powerless man from before, but a legendary commander whose name terrifies enemies across the battlefield. This time he will protect her. The gangs that rule the streets will fall. The powerful families who mocked her will kneel. Anyone who dares insult the mother of his child… will die. The city once laughed at her. Now it will tremble before him.
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Chapter: Chapter 8
Julan’s entire body shook, knuckles white around his cane. He hadn’t expected Sebastian to be so firm, so unyielding.Why… why was this man so determined to back Ardenne?He didn’t understand it. And now was not the time to question. Right now, securing that contract meant everything.Forcing a stiff smile, Julan turned toward Sebastian, voice tight, slightly trembling. “Mr. Sebastian… there must be some misunderstanding,” he said hurriedly. “Ardenne has always been part of the Lannister family… and an employee of the Lannister Group. She’s not going anywhere.”Sebastian raised an eyebrow, casual but sharp, his tone cutting through the tension. “Really? That’s not what I heard. Someone told me Ardenne was already fired.”Julan’s smile froze. His face darkened, veins standing out along his temple. His cane slammed against the marble with a crack that echoed through the hall.“Who the hell dismissed Ardenne?!” Julan roared. “Kneel!”The shout shook the room. Violet’s face drained of col
Last Updated: 2026-06-23
Chapter: Chapter 7
Ardenne closed her eyes, bracing herself. She would take it. For her job. For Emma. She would swallow the pain, endure the shame.Then came the sound. Not the sharp smack she’d been expecting, but a heavy, thudding impact—then another. Her eyes snapped open.Gideon went flying.Not just stumbled, like some invisible force had thrown him. He crashed into Marla and the wheelchair with bone-jarring impact. The chair toppled, metal screeching against the floor, wheels spinning uselessly. Both of them hit the ground, a tangle of fabric, curses, and stunned silence.Cassian stood where the blow should have landed. His shoulders were wide, solid, a wall no one could breach. Every inch of him radiated the kind of danger that made the blood freeze in your veins.He looked at Gideon , then Marla, then the frozen guards, and the courtyard seemed to shrink beneath his gaze.“From this day on,” he said, voice low, rough, unyielding, “whoever so much as lays a finger on Ardenne… dies.”Heat, pure f
Last Updated: 2026-06-23
Chapter: Chapter 6
Cassian had spent the night on the cold doorstep. Before dawn he slipped out, bought a bag of warm fried dough sticks and two little cartons of milk. He came back to the iron door where Ardenne and Emma slept. The room smelled of damp, of old rain, and a faint bleach from the public restroom nearby. No table, no chairs, nothing that felt like a home. So, they carried breakfast to the park bench outside, huddled close to share the tiny warmth of the meal.Ardenne attacked the dough sticks like a tiny tornado. Three sticks vanished before Cassian could blink. She gulped down the milk cartons, one after the other, then threw her head back and squealed. “Woo—Mummy! This is the best ever! My belly’s so full!” Her laugh was wild, pure, and Cassian felt like his chest might crack from it.Ardenne watched her, smiling softly. Cassian’s throat tightened. He wanted to scoop them both up and never let go, feel them safe forever. But he just sat still, letting the park bench be enough for now.Th
Last Updated: 2026-06-23
Chapter: Chapter 5
Bang!The old stick hit Cassian’s head. Pain exploded—hot, sharp. Blood ran down his temple, thick and angry.“Dad! Mom! Stop! Stop it!” Ardenne screamed, voice cracking, trembling, echoing off the tiny walls. She ran forward, desperate, but…A hand grabbed her wrist. Iron grip. Hard. Pain shot up her arm. She froze mid-step.“Don’t you dare stop him, Ardenne!” the woman hissed, eyes wild, furious. “Let him destroy this bastard! If it wasn’t for him… this madman… we wouldn’t even be here!”Martha Brooks, Ardenne’s mother, looked like a lion ready to kill.“Six years! SIX YEARS!” she roared, voice raw and broken. “Because of him, Violet and her family spat on us! Because of him, Violet went and married Benton Sylver! That man should have been YOUR husband, Ardenne! Do you know how they laugh at us? How they humiliated us?”She stomped the floor. Boards trembled.“If not for this lunatic… you’d be living in luxury! Mistress of Benton Sylver! And instead… look at you! Rotting here… in th
Last Updated: 2026-06-23
Chapter: Chapter 4
The Sylvers thought… finally… maybe the Mayor would fix this. Maybe he would put that man, Cassian, back in his place.But when the Mayor stepped into the hall, everyone froze. Quiet. Calm. Steady. He cleared his throat.“I’m here today to give Mr. Cassian Vale the Certificate of Valor—for his bravery… and everything he’s done for S. City.”The room went silent. Just for a second… then whispers, gasps, murmurs exploded.One cousin blinked. Stupid look on his face.“Wait… what? Did I hear that right? An award? For him?”Another scoffed, voice shaking like they were scared.“An award? Him? Are you serious?”Scot Sylver, the oldest cousin, jumped up, face red, veins popping.“Mr. Mayor! W-with all due respect—this must be a mistake! Cassian… he’s… he’s not… stable! How could he… do something brave? Um… um…”The Mayor’s eyes narrowed. Cold. Sharp. Didn’t move.“Are you saying I have bad judgment, Mr. Sylver? Or that our officers are dumb? That we can’t see bravery when it’s right in front
Last Updated: 2026-06-23
Chapter: Chapter 3
The courtyard went crazy with laughter.“Did I hear that right?”“He wants us to kneel? Apologize? Ha! That lunatic is soft now.”“Crazy guy. Always talking nonsense. Emma pushed our boy—shouldn’t they apologize?”“What if he loses it? Killing’s nothing for a madman. Better watch out. Law won’t stop him.”Cassian’s eyes went cold. Hot anger popped out. Dangerous. Bright.Sandra’s voice shook. Tiny. “Grandpa—” she whispered, looking for the old man.Lord Julan Sylver didn’t care. Twisted his face. Speak to Ardenne? Dirty work. He didn’t move. Didn’t care. Humiliation had “done its job” already.From the side, a fat man came forward—Trump Julan, Marla’s dad.He grinned like a predator. Loud enough for everyone.“Justice? You call that justice? Ardenne tripped my grandson. She needed a lesson. Foolish people must know their place. Letting her and that ragged kid in our house? Mercy enough. Now she wants us to kiss her feet? Kneel, woman. Apologize to my grandson and maybe I’ll spare you.
Last Updated: 2026-06-23
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