Novels by felixtheguy

As far as Camille was concerned, Adrian was nothing but a spineless pushover, utterly incapable of fighting back.In five years she had never once seen him raise a hand against anyone. Even when he got the short end, he played peacemaker.The thugs closed in step by step, boots scraping the pavement. Natalie squeezed her eyes shut, tears spilling down her cheeks.None of them knew that the man in front of them was a beast leashed only by the Five-Year Compact.Adrian drew a slow breath, and the next moment he slipped into the knot of men like a shadow.Nobody could follow him. What followed was the dull smack of fists on flesh and ragged howls. Less than ten seconds later, Adrian was the only one still standing."Natalie, it's over. You can open your eyes."He straightened his collar, his voice calm, almost offhand.Natalie obeyed, and the instant her eyes opened she gasped.Beside her, Camille had gone pale, her mouth hanging open."That... that's not possible."The men who had come

Night lay heavy and still, like water settling into silence.On the wall, the clock ticked steadily toward midnight.In the darkness of the room, Adrian sat quietly on the sofa, waiting for the hour to strike.The chime came sharp and sudden. The moment the hands met at twelve, the phone resting on the coffee table erupted into life, buzzing and chiming without pause.Emails, texts, calls, an avalanche of them. Among the senders were men who held real power, tycoons who ruled whole sectors of business, even underworld bosses whose names alone could silence a room.Some congratulated Marshal Vance on his return. Some fawned, hoping to curry favor first. Others begged, offering their family fortunes if only the Needle Master would cure them. The variety was almost comical.Adrian scrolled past all of it without interest.Then one message, unremarkable at a glance, caught his eye, and he stopped.It was from Sterling Hale, the richest man in Goldhaven. "Marshal, all assets have been arra

Camille had complete faith in her proposal.Things between her and Adrian had soured, true, but she thought of the five years of quiet devotion before that, and now she had the invitation to the Marshal's Return Gala in her purse. Weighed against anything that creature Natalie could offer, she was certain she came out ahead.Dangle a little hope in front of him, and he would come crawling back exactly as he used to.The Sinclair family fell silent, every eye turning to Adrian.They all understood how tempting Camille's offer really was. If Adrian switched sides, Gordon would lose the department head's chair he had barely warmed."Sure."Adrian's mouth curved, cool and unbothered. "Let me offer you something too. Take your mother and get out of my sight, and I won't bother holding a grudge over the two of you ganging up to kick me while I'm down.""It's almost funny, watching you stand there so sure we've still got a future."The words hit Camille like a slap. Whatever confidence she h

In a lavish bedroom, Julian had just finished his fun for the evening and was leaning back against the headboard, cigarette in hand, when the phone beside him buzzed to life."Hello? Natalie."He picked up, and only then did it occur to him that he'd been so absorbed in his own pleasure that he had forgotten to arrange Gordon's surgery. A flicker of guilt crossed his face."Julian, did you call Dr. Finch?" Natalie's voice came through the line."Uh... yeah, of course I called him." Julian blinked, the lie sliding smoothly off his tongue. "Thing is, the old man's out of town for some conference, can't get back anytime soon. I'm already working on lining up another specialist for you guys...""What did you just say?"Before he could finish, Natalie's furious voice cut him off. "Out of town for a conference? Julian, you liar! Dr. Finch is standing right here with us. You never called him at all, did you?""What?"Caught off guard by how fast the lie unraveled, Julian swallowed hard. "Tha

Julian's words left a bitter taste in Natalie's mouth, something close to nausea curling in her stomach.But she drew a slow breath, steadying herself, and finally forced out the words. "I agree.""Excellent! Leave it to me!"Julian's voice turned syrupy. "Well then, my dear fiancee, I'll see you soon."The moment he ended the call and set down his phone, two women, naked and curved in all the right places, threw themselves at him, draping over his chest and shoulders like they couldn't wait another second."Who called at a time like this? Such a mood killer."One of them pouted, pressing her generous curves against his arm. "You made us wait so long.""That's right, Mr. Roarke," the other cooed, batting her eyelashes. "You really do owe us for this.""Look at you two little vixens, so impatient."Julian settled back with one woman on each side, already losing interest in whatever happened to Gordon. Let the old man wait. Business could come after pleasure.Meanwhile, back in the ER,

"Camille, please, have mercy. Ask your mother to operate on Gordon!"Lorraine sobbed, her hand clawing at Natalie's sleeve. "Natalie, say something, quick!"The whole mess traced back to the department head election, where Deborah and Gordon had been rival candidates. They had never gotten along, trading barbs and maneuvering against each other for years, and the wedding scandal had only widened the rift. By now the Sinclair family and the Ashford family were practically at war. Deborah flatly refused to touch Gordon's case, claiming she had surgery scheduled, though everyone knew what that excuse meant.Gordon's condition could not wait. A transfer to another hospital was out of the question given the time it would cost. With no other option, the Sinclair women had swallowed their pride and come to beg the one other thoracic surgery expert in reach, the very woman who despised their family, to save his life."Camille, this is my fault. None of it has anything to do with my father."N

Cole stopped ten feet from the booth, his eyes locking onto Travis like twin laser sights. “Clean out your mouth while you still can.”Julian Hayes had already lost three teeth for running his mouth about Nathan yesterday. Cole had come to this company to help his brother stand tall, not to start a brawl on his first morning, but his patience had a hard limit.With his cousin Tanya backing him up in HR, Travis had been the resident bully of the security department for a year, and he wasn’t about to get stared down by a rookie. He blew a puff of smoke toward Cole’s face and sneered. “Or what, newbie? You gonna take a swing at me?”Cole’s right hand slowly curled into a fist, a glacial, murderous chill surfacing in his eyes.The cigarette between Travis’s lips suddenly trembled. Without knowing why, the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up, as if he had just stepped into the cage of a starving Siberian tiger. Those eyes weren’t human—they were dead, pitiless, and completely i

Back in Room 104 of the staff dormitories, Cole took a quick hot shower and stepped out of the bathroom wearing only a pair of loose board shorts, toweling his hair dry. His brow remained slightly furrowed as he replayed Elena Cross’s close-quarters combinations in his head. Something about her footwork and the angle of her throat strikes felt naggingly familiar, though he couldn’t quite place where he’d seen that lineage before.Bang! Bang! Bang!Frantic pounding suddenly rattled his door.Cole tossed the towel aside, threw an unbuttoned dress shirt over his shoulders, and pulled the door open.For a second, he just blinked.Standing in the hallway was a stunning young woman in her early twenties, wearing nothing but a thin, violet silk camisole nightgown. Her face was flushed with panic, and one delicate spaghetti strap had slipped off her shoulder, exposing creamy, porcelain skin under the fluorescent hall light.Even with Cole’s iron discipline, his throat went slightly dry.Befor

Lena and Briggs stared at the armchair in tense anticipation.Slowly, General Kane placed his hands on the armrests and stood up. Instead of swaying, he planted his feet shoulder-width apart, rolled his shoulders, and smoothly launched into a crisp, ten-minute close-quarters combat conditioning drill—his strikes snapping through the air with steady, balanced power.By the time he finished and exhaled a long breath, his cheeks were flushed with healthy color and his stance was rock-solid.Lena’s dark eyes widened, a new layer of respect replacing her earlier curiosity as she looked at Cole.Alistair threw his head back and laughed, his voice booming through the living room with renewed vigor. “No wonder they call The Surgeon a miracle worker! His disciple really inherited the old man’s hands!”Both Lena and Briggs froze. He’s The Surgeon’s apprentice? In the upper echelons of the intelligence and military worlds, The Surgeon was a phantom—a medical savant whom heads of state begged for

The woman in the crimson dress glanced sideways at Cole, a spark of genuine intrigue flickering in her dark eyes. General Kane didn’t entertain ordinary guests, and clearly, this young man was anything but ordinary. Everyone in Havenport knew the Hayes family was backed by Commissioner Pendelton, yet Cole had just put the Hayes heir on the pavement without a second thought.Cole turned back to her, his expression softening into polite composure. “Sorry you had to see that, ma’am.”She offered a faint, captivating smile. “Not at all. I’m Elena Cross. Most people around here just call me Lena.”As Cole followed Lena through the wrought-iron gates, Julian clawed his way off the asphalt, spitting blood as he glared at their retreating backs. “Cole Mercer… you asked for this. You’re a dead man.” He yanked the door of the Rolls-Royce open and threw himself into the back seat.The driver hesitated, looking into the rearview mirror. “M-Mr. Julian… aren’t we still going in to see Commissioner

Oakhaven Crest sat nestled in the wooded hills northwest of Havenport—the most exclusive gated enclave in the entire metropolitan area.Money alone couldn’t buy a deed inside those walls; even Havenport’s wealthiest real estate moguls couldn’t get past the outer perimeter. The residents of Oakhaven Crest were retired four-star generals, federal power brokers, and old-money kingmakers.Stepping out of a cab near the entrance, Cole immediately noticed the sentries posted at the main guardhouse. They stood like cast-iron statues, backs ramrod straight, eyes sweeping the approach with cold, mechanical precision. Even from fifty feet away, Cole could feel the unmistakable edge rolling off them—the quiet, lethal aura of men who had walked through blood and gunsmoke and come out the other side.Screeech!Tires howled against the asphalt right behind him. A gloss-black Rolls-Royce Phantom locked its brakes, coming to a dead stop less than two feet from the back of Cole’s knees.Cole didn’t ev

Moving with lightning reflexes, Cole snatched the wastebasket from beside the sofa and tilted Lily’s chin down so she wouldn’t aspirate.The blood hitting the bin was thick and tar-black, mixed with stomach acid and necrotic residue that filled the living room with a sharp, putrid stench.Victoria turned pale, clutching her chest. “W-What’s happening to her now?!”“That’s the purge,” Cole said evenly. “The dead hemophages and metabolic toxins were flushed through her gastric lining. Her bloodstream is clean now.”He pulled a handful of tissues from the box on the coffee table and gently wiped the corners of his niece’s mouth.Nathan stared at the wastebasket in disbelief. “That’s… that’s it? She’s cured?” For three months, they had flown in top specialists from across the country, only to be told to prepare for a funeral. Yet Cole had turned her around in less than fifteen minutes. Who the hell would believe it if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes?“The immediate crisis is over,