Novels by nujabah01

Down in the concrete basement beneath the hospital, the air was cold and damp.One of the captured assassins was strapped tight to a heavy metal chair with iron chains.Commander Alistair Kane stood over him, holding a metal bucket filled with cold salt water.Kane grabbed the assassin's dislocated jaw, popping the bone back into place with a sharp, heavy twist.The killer gasped in agony, breathing hard through his broken teeth as he glared at the floor.Without a single word of pity, Kane lifted the bucket and splashed the cold salt water straight into the killer's face.The salty water burned the raw cuts on the man's torn skin like boiling oil.The assassin screamed in torment, thrashing wildly against the heavy iron chains that locked his arms.He coughed violently, spitting dark red blood and salty water onto the wet concrete between his boots.Gideon Knox stood two paces away, his hands resting quietly inside his dark coat pockets.His face was carved from dark stone, his cold

The sharp black blade cut through the cold air, rushing straight for Martha’s frail chest. Martha shut her eyes tight, waiting for the cold steel to pierce her heart, her arms still spread wide to shield her sleeping daughters.But the deadly blade never touched her. A strong hand wrapped in a black tactical glove shot out from behind the dark curtains beside the window.Two gloved fingers clamped down on the flat metal of the knife, catching the strike in mid-air like an iron vise. The rushing blade stopped completely dead, unable to move forward even a single inch.The lead assassin gasped under his black mask, his dark eyes bulging with sheer shock. He pulled back on the handle with all his might, his arms shaking, but the blade remained locked tight between those two fingers.Gideon Knox stepped out from the shadows of the curtains, his tall, massive frame blocking the cold night wind from the broken window. His face was as dark as a midnight sky, his eyes burning with freezing, d

Midnight bells tolled softly in the distance as cold rain tapped against the glass windows of St. Jude Military Medical Center.Inside the warm third-floor room, small yellow night lamps cast a gentle glow over the two clean hospital beds.Lily and Maya lay curled under their white blankets, breathing in a slow, peaceful rhythm that filled the quiet room.Each little girl held a soft brown plush bear tightly against her chest, the lovely gifts Serena Ashford had brought them earlier that evening.A tiny, sweet smile rested on Lily’s round pink cheeks, while Maya hugged her bear's fuzzy ear with her small fingers.Beside the large window, Martha Knox sat in a soft armchair, her hands moving with quiet, steady care.She held two wooden needles, knitting two matching red wool scarves to keep her daughters warm when winter arrived.Every few minutes, Martha paused her knitting and looked toward the beds, warm tears of pure thankfulness shining in her gentle eyes."My sweet angels," Martha

Inside the master bedroom of the Caldwell ancestral compound, the heavy smell of rotten blood filled the dark room.Silas Caldwell thrashed violently across the silk sheets, his twisted hands clawing at his own neck as another wave of fiery agony tore through his chest.He leaned over the side of the wooden bed and vomited a thick puddle of black bile onto the floorboards.Ten full days had melted away since Gideon Knox struck his body, leaving only twenty short days before the life-sealing curse turned his bones to dust.Every single breath felt like breathing in red-hot needles that stabbed through his lungs. His skin had turned the color of dry yellow wax, and deep black veins crept up his throat toward his jaw like poisoned spiders.Dominic Caldwell knelt on the carpet by the foot of the bed, trembling so hard that his teeth clicked together in the dark.His face was still bruised from his frantic escape at Dragon Bay Bank, and his clothes smelled of sweat and fear."Grandfather..

Gideon stopped right beside the open door of the dark sedan, his hand resting on the polished metal frame.He slowly looked down at the woman kneeling in the wet street before his combat boots.Cassandra’s trembling hands reached out through the cold air, trying to grab the hem of his dark wool coat.Black mascara and smeared red lipstick ran down her pale cheeks in dirty, ugly lines. Her expensive silk dress was ripped down the sides, soaked through with gray street mud and rainwater."Gideon, please look at me!" Cassandra wept, her voice breaking into a ragged, pitiful sob. "I am begging you on my knees! You cannot just walk away and leave me here in the dirt!"Gideon did not pull his coat away, nor did he step backward to avoid her muddy fingers. He looked down at her face with eyes as still and black as an icy lake in winter.There was no fiery anger on his face, no bitter hatred in his frown, and no desire for revenge in his gaze. There was only a vast, empty silence that felt co

Word of the five-billion-dollar withdrawal leaked through the bank doors faster than a spreading fire.Inside the banking hall, terrified clerks frantically called their families on mobile phones, whispering that the vaults were completely empty. Within minutes, emergency news alerts flashed across every television screen and mobile phone in the coastal district.Outside on the street, hundreds of ordinary citizens, factory workers, and elderly retirees rushed toward the marble building. They banged their fists against the shattered glass doors, their frightened voices rising into a deafening roar as they demanded their life savings."Give us our money back!" an old fisherman screamed, shaking his bank passbook in the air. "I worked thirty years on the boats for my savings! Open the doors!""My company payroll is in this bank!" a small shopkeeper wailed, trying to force his way past the security barricades. "If I cannot pay my workers today, my family will starve on the street!"Insid