Novels by Stainless

Thick fogs rolled across the dark pine forests surrounding Sanctuary Seven. The mountain air was freezing cold, filled with the soft rustle of wind through the trees.Fifty heavily armed mercenaries clad in tactical gear crept through the tree line. They carried suppressed assault rifles, night-vision goggles, and heavy explosives. At the front of the column walked Commander Vane, the ruthless leader of the Bloodhound Squad."Keep your eyes open," Vane growled into his throat mic. "Governor Lincoln paid fifty million for this job. We breach the compound, grab the mother and daughter, and execute anyone else in sight. Move fast.""Commander, this place isn't on any civilian map," a mercenary whispered back, looking at his GPS screen. "Are you sure two helpless women are out here?""It doesn't matter," Vane sneered, lifting his rifle. "They're just weak targets. Easy money."Suddenly, every red laser sight on their weapons flickered and died."What the hell?" Vane stopped in his track

The entire ballroom went still for a moment. The heavy golden pen slipped from Tony Garrison's fingers and fell to the ground.Susan stared at Director Hayes, her jaw wide open, her face draining of all color. "W-What did you just say?" she stuttered, her voice shaking uncontrollably. "Blacklisted? Canceled? There has to be a mistake.""There is no mistake, Miss Garrison," Director Hayes replied coldly into the microphone, his voice echoing off every crystal chandelier in the room. "By order of our new Chairman, Zucker Enterprises has severed all ties with the Garrison family. Your credit lines are revoked, your contracts are null and void, and our legal team is filing multi-million-dollar lawsuits for financial fraud against your firm."Chaos erupted in the hall. Flashbulbs exploded like lightning as dozens of reporters rushed toward the stage, shoving their cameras and microphones into Tony and Susan's panicked faces."Mr. Garrison. Is your family business completely bankrupt?" a r

Inside the grand ballroom of the Sunspire Grand Hotel. Waiters in white silk tuxedos glided through the crowd with trays of expensive champagne, while soft classical music played in the background. Tonight was the most exclusive corporate gathering of the year, hosted by Zucker Enterprises—the massive conglomerate that controlled the financial bloodlines of Sunspire City.In the center of the main hall stood the Garrison family, dressed in silk dresses and tailored suits, beaming with pride. Susan Garrison, wearing a diamond necklace worth fifty thousand dollars, swirled her champagne glass and laughed loudly, making sure every wealthy investor nearby could hear her."I told you, Tony." Susan gloated, turning to her brother. "The Garrison name was meant for the top. Tonight, once we sign the two-hundred-million-dollar deal with Zucker Enterprises, our company will be unstoppable."Tony grinned, arrogance dripping from his face as he adjusted his golden cuff links. "We're not just sa

Lucia held onto Julian's black shirt from behind, her body shaking wildly. "Julian... please," she sobbed, tears spilling down her bruised cheeks. "Don't move! They'll kill you.""Stay behind me, Mom," Julian said softly. He didn't step back. He stood like an iron wall, his dark eyes colder than the storm outside.Captain Vance shoved past his officers with a greasy, yellow-toothed smile. He pressed his heavy steel revolver against Julian's forehead. "Look at you," Vance sneered, his breath reeking of cheap whiskey and tobacco. "You came back to Sunspire City thinking you were a tough guy? Let me tell you how things work here, boy. Governor Chadwick Lincoln owns this town. He owns the courts. He own the mayor. And he owns every bullet in this room."Julian looked Vance straight in the eye. "Captain Vance," he said, his voice flat and calm. "You are using your badge to shield a kidnapper and a monster. Lower your weapons and walk away while you still have a chance."Vance laughed hyst

"Julian!" Lucia sobbed, her voice trembling with a mixture of raw maternal agony and terror. "Julian, run! Please, my baby, turn around and run! Don't listen to him! Don't let him hurt you!"Seeing her son—the boy who had disappeared eleven years ago into the dark abyss of war, now returned as a broad-shouldered man—ignited an overwhelming wave of filial love within her chest. She didn't care about the weapon pointed at her head. She cared only that her son was alive, breathing, and walking into an executioner's trap for her sake.Julian stood frozen in the doorway, rain dripping from his dark hair onto his broad shoulders. Though he looked completely expressionless, his heart was being torn apart. For eleven years, he had survived the deadliest battlefields on earth, facing down armies without a single flutter in his breath. But watching his mother—the woman who had bled, slaved, and starved to raise him after his father’s murder—bound like an animal with a gun to her head, pulle

Inside the pitch-black warehouse, white chemical smoke hissed violently from the shattered ceiling canister, filling the cold room with zero-visibility haze. Tear gas burned through the air, but Julian Bennett didn't flinch. His lungs stayed steady, his eyes slicing through the white fog.He grabbed Aurora, pulled her off the iron table, and tucked her into a narrow alcove behind two heavy steel support beams. "Cover your nose with your collar, keep your eyes shut, and don't move," he whispered into her ear."Julian, no!" Aurora sobbed, clutching his wrist tightly through the darkness. "There are too many of them. They're going to kill us.""Stay down," Julian commanded softly, his voice steady as iron. "Count to twenty."He slipped into the swirling white smoke, vanishing like a shadow dissolving into the night.Outside, heavy tactical boots kicked through the shattered front entrance. Flashlights attached to automatic rifles cut jagged beams of white light through the haze. Thirt