Novels by Impartial Cleverest

Nolan immediately feigned a cough, increasing his pace so that she wouldn't be able to look into his eyes. He might end up with a nervous breakdown if he maintained eye contact with Jessica. Instead, he chose not to respond to her inquiry, acting as if he didn't hear what she'd just said.He fixated his entire attention on the magnificent building in front of them, as he kept walking, with no sign of slowing down any minutes later. Jessica was following behind him. She noticed his unusual behavior, realizing that Nolan had done that on purpose in order to avoid giving her a response. This stirred up a teasing giggle from Jessica as she silently watched his back.A look of satisfaction etched on her face.He had always been the only one getting on her nerves, seeing him reacting uncomfortably right now made her grin in satisfaction.She realized that although she'd been with Nolan for more than a week now, as her personal bodyguard of course, she hadn't really seen this side of him. H

Nolan quietly followed behind Jessica, his thoughts drifting to what she had said when they were standing by the door to her room.He couldn't believe that he hadn't moved on yet. The mention of his ex-wife ignites a burning flame inside of him, consuming him with immense rage. Nolan was reminded of all he had to go through in order to maintain his marriage with his ex-wife, Megan Jones. The constant humiliation, being treated like a servant and a doormat, taking a beating that he could've easily avoided, working his ass off to ensure that she gets the life she deserves, making calls with connections he'd long severed… and so on.And then, there was the fact that he caught her cheating on him on their anniversary day, only to realize that her relationship with her lover had gone way back before he even caught her. What had completely broken him apart was the announcement of a divorce. Just like that. While she was in the process of cheating. Without any form of remorse.The fact that

Shortly after, Nolan arrived at Jessica's place, the mansion. The security guards did not need to stop or question him anymore, they simply let him through while sparing a few short nods, of which Nolan reciprocated.“How are you doing, Nolan?” One of the security guards inquired with an awkward smile plastered on his face.The other security guard suddenly asked amidst slight giggles, “Want to eat lunch later? Just the three of us and Chief Victor.”Ever since he started working for the Lee family as Jessica Lee's personal bodyguard, Nolan came to realize that the two security guards hanging by the gates to the mansion aren't as bad as he'd thought them to be based on the first impression.In fact, they seemed to be quite talkative, looking to engage in a friendly conversation with him in order to reconcile their past differences.Of course Nolan couldn't tell if they were sincerely sorry for how they'd treated him that day or if they'd come pleading for his forgiveness driven by fea

A few days later, Nolan was relaxing on a divan, reading a book and sipping a vintage red wine inside his hotel room located on the third floor of Night Shade Hotel, when his cellphone started ringing abruptly.He averted his gaze from the book within his grips and shifted the focus of his attention to the ringing cellphone on top of the small table beside him. He gave the cellphone a casual glance, however he couldn't tell who was calling him because the phone's screen was faced downwards.Nolan closed the book he was reading and gently set it aside on the same table before picking up the phone and quickly glancing at the caller's ID.It was Jessica Lee.Nolan had saved her contact on his phone as Miss Lee, so he immediately recognized who it was.A soft sigh escaped through his throat as he felt reluctant to pick her phone call.Why? It was because, for the past four to five days, Nolan had busied himself intensely to the point that he was starting to feel a bit stressed and tired.

Gasps erupted abruptly inside the private dining room as everyone expressed their shock and surprise.‘What's going on?’‘Why was that man sitting on Mr Nolan's seat?’Everyone wondered thoughtfully.They were all flabbergasted beyond words as they tried to comprehend what was going on.“Hey, you! What are you doing sitting on Mr Nolan's seat?” One of the guests shouted angrily as he glared at Nolan coldly.Nolan simply returned his glare with a slight amusing smile of nonchalancy.SLAM!“How dare you? Get your ass out of that chair right now.” The man thundered furiously, he slammed his hand on the table and strung to his feet clenching his fist tightly. His facial muscles twitched involuntarily as his sclera turned red as he stared daggers at Nolan. He despised Nolan's arrogance so much. The only thought that resonated inside his head was to walk over to the young man occupying Mr Nolan's seat and give him a thorough beating of his entire life for disrespecting everyone inside the

Somehow, Tommy James had hoped that it was true and that his nephew, Nathan, was secretly the owner of Fraser Company. However, he knew that it was all wishful thinking.“It doesn't make any sense at all. Did Mr Nolan inform you that he's no longer coming to the investor dinner tonight? Tell us the truth.” Someone demanded with a hoarse voice.“Lying to us is a form of disrespect, manager Hannah. And I don't take that lightly. I understand that you're new to this whole thing and you're not familiar with handling the job of a manager because it's too much of a burden to you. I completely understand.” Mark, Nolan's former senior at his workplace suddenly said, drawing everyone's attention to him.He was occupying a seat at the far end of the rectangular intricate table, a stern look etched on his face with cold eyes that glared at manager Hannah with piercing eyes. Mark had seen Nolan before, however he pretended not to, in order to get the entire room against manager Hannah. He wanted

Carl was silent for a while as he gazed at the blue screen with deep scrutiny. The Long Term Quest that he'd been waiting for was finally here. There was something odd about this particular quest! It had a death penalty for failure!However, Carl didn't flinch. He understood the risks behind this path that he chose to trial through. He wasn't afraid to die. But he wasn't planning to die either.After exploring the entire features of the System for several straight hours, Carl felt so exhausted. He yawned as he dove into the comfort of his bed, his eyes closed.Soon he drifted off to sleep.— — —In an office inside the Hero Bureau main headquarters!The silhouettes of two men were revealed inside the office adorned with an intricate interior decor. One of the men sat on a chair behind the desk, while the other man stood in front of him—his head lowered in a respectful manner.The former had grey hair, and a kempt and well trimmed beard that framed his face. Although the grey-haired m

[Name: Carl Reed][Race: Human][Age: 16][Title: None][Job: None][Rank: E (Level 6)][EXP: 275/540][Energy: 40/40][Strength: 35][Agility: 30.3][Constitution: 30.5][Intelligence: 20.5][Attribute Points: None][Skill Points: None][Coins: 0]—Strength, Agility, and Constitution stat were far ahead of Intelligence stat, with a whooping thirty something points each.Currently, Carl clearly understood why he felt so powerful and full of adrenaline earlier. It was simply because his current stats points had far exceeded the previous stats points he had when he'd first awakened and binded with the system.He flexed his muscles involuntarily, and instinctually clenched his palm tightly into a fist. Veins bugled across his arm, surging with immense power! Adrenaline coursing through his veins!Just thirty-five points in his Strength stat and Carl was already this strong? He wondered how powerful he'd become in the future when his stats points eventually reached the three digits thres

This left Carl with [Dash]—his ultimate escape and speed boost skill currently, and [Detoxification]—that could help him increase his resistance to poison or toxic substances and gases, during battle. And last but not the least, [Minor Regeneration]. This skill increases his survivability in battle. It helps to reduce the rate at which he bled while faced off in a heated battle. It also increases the ability for him to recover his lost stamina… and even vitality. [Minor Regeneration] could also fight off the effects of poison or toxic substances and gases, albeit at a slower rate. However, the fact lies that its ability encompasses that of the [Detoxification] skill and even more.Carl had to strike out the [Detoxification] skill, which left him with [Dash] and [Minor Regeneration]. One could increase his Agility stat and speed, and help him maneuver through attacks and dodge incoming assaults. It also served as his trump card in ensuring that he fled away from danger whenever he w

Chapter 10 - Hidden Quest Complete!DING![ERROR! ERROR! ERROR!][An error has suddenly occurred!][Updating Status Window…][Updating Quest window…][Commencing System upgrade…]Carl was taken aback by the sudden appearance of a red screen indicating that an error had occurred.He had a panicked look written on his face. He quietly examined the red screen with deep gazes of scrutiny.A heavy thought weighing on his chest!What if the system was damaged… or broken even!Carl collected his thoughts and tried to calm himself down. After regaining a good quality of calmness and rationality, he began to look at the system from another angle.‘Maybe this is a normal procedure? It's new after all.” Carl thought.He decided to be patient.Carl waited for a while, deep in thought. But, he did not show it. A tinge of worry hidden within the depths of his eyes. However, he refused to peel his eyes off the floating red translucent screen before him.In fact, his eyes were glued to the screen int

A new blue screen popped up out of nowhere before Carl's eyes, providing a detailed information about the Fireball skill. Carl stared at the blue screen intently.—[Skill: FireballLevel: 2 Type: Active SkillDescription: Conjures a ball of fire that can be shot at targets. Consumes -2 Energy points for each ball of fire conjured.The effectiveness of Fireball and its destructive capabilities has increased. Proficiency: (15.0%)Skill points required for next level up (0/100)]—“One hundred skill points is required?” Carl was taken aback, he suddenly blunted out involuntarily. He examined the blue screen once more, deducing that the proficiency of skills were being influenced by each skill level up.Carl paid close attention to this very skill because this was the only offensive skill that he currently had within his arsenal.He mentally reminded himself to focus more on increasing the level and proficiency of this particular skill, until he was able to get a new one to compliment

[Status Window] [Skills] [Quests] [Inventory] [Shop] —“Open status window.” Carl's voice rang across the room. A blue translucent screen suddenly popped out of nowhere, displaying his Status Window.It read:—[Name: Carl Reed][Race: Human][Age: 16][Title: None][Job: None][Rank: E (Level 1)][EXP: 0/15][Energy: 15/15][Strength: 10][Agility: 10.3][Constitution: 10.5][Intelligence: 15.5][Attribute Points: None][Skill Points: None][Coins: 0]—Carl stared at the blue screen hovering in front of his eyes with deep scrutiny, a hint of curiosity evident within his gaze.Firstly, he decided to experiment on the blue screen. Carl extended his hand forward to touch it, but his fingers brushed right through it, as if it weren't there in the first place.It felt ghostly, and surreal. Yet real in every sense.“So I can't touch it physically? But I can control the panel with my thoughts?” Carl deduced as he stroked his chin lightly, as if deep in thought.Then, he examined the neat

"Oh my goodness. That man just came out from the ground!" Mr Parker exclaimed. He was filled with astonishment, at the same time he was deeply terrified. "W-Who the heck are you people?" He found the voice to question. Receiving no answers, he looked at the boys besides him. They weren't frightened, they were calm, and he could sense the glamor of hope emitting from their faces. 'How come they aren't afraid? Is he the good guy? If so, does that mean those three are the bad guys.' Mr Parker inclined to himself. He had solved the entire equations of questions hovering around his head, with the theories from novels, or movies. A certain point of a movie where the bad guys appear, and the hero makes a dramatic entrance. But he still mumbled to himself, wondering if his theory was accurate. "Even if this is the same scene. This isn't a novel nor is it a movie. This is real life. So, how did that man come out from the solid floor? Or are my eyes deceiving me?" Still floating on the valle

Vincent, Brian, and Henry and his goons were immediately summoned to the principal's office. Mr Parker was unhappy, because of what he had witnessed. "How dare them fight inside the school premises!" He said to himself, feeling really upset. He had listened to their pointless explanations, without gaining a single clue to what they were insinuating. From his perspective, he felt that they were fooling him just to get away with what they had done. And he, who he was going to punish for the incident was..."Vincent, how dare you and Brian assault a fellow student. A senior for that matter. It seems like you two now feel like you're above the school's rules and regulations." Mr Parker promptly said. "But sir.." Henry wanted to speak, but he was quickly interrupted by their principal."No buts, Henry. You and your colleagues acted out of self defense. Brian assaulted you first. So now you may demise yourselves. Leave me to these troublesome two." He responded, referring to Vincent and

At the wonder ville subway station, the train had just arrived, braking to a stop, as it erupted a rumbling sound to the atmosphere. People were already at standby, waiting for the doors of the train to open. And when it finally did, they waited for the passengers to get off, to make way out of the train, so they could board the train. As the doors of the train automatically opened, crimson liquid streamed from within the train, like a gushing waterfall, bathing the standbys in blood.Thud!An object fell to the floor of the train, rolling out of it towards a lady. "Aaahh!!" The lady screamed loudly, drawing everyone's attention to her. The people who had been so frustrated, after being soaked by the gushing red liquid, immediately looked towards where the lady was pointing out. "It's a human head!" Someone from within the crowd exclaimed, raising an alarm. "Aaahh!!""Aaahh!""Aaahh! Somebody help." A sudden outrageous scream erupted from the entire surrounding. Someone else had

The next morning, Vincent woke before the sun rose. He did some pushups and situps, exercising his body. While under the act, his alarm clock rang, he quickly stopped exercising. An alarm that was meant to wake him up, now served as a reminder that he needed to freshen up. He walked into his bathroom to take his bath. Few minutes later, he walked out of his room, dressed in his school uniform, a white short sleeved shirt, dark blue trousers, dark blue tie, a pair of white shoes and a bag hung to his back. He gently walked down the stairs, heading to the dining table. As usual his mouth was dishing out the meal. They exchanged greetings, and he ate his breakfast. He hurriedly rushed down their building, assuming that his friends were outside, waiting for him. It was when he was outside, that he remembered that Jordan was still at the hospital. His face wore a saddened expression. He surveyed his surroundings, searching for Brian. But the latter was present. "That lazy bones isn't o

A blue car drove into the compound of the care foundation hospital. The vehicle reversed to park well at the parking lot. Both doors of the car swung open, as two individuals walked out of it. A man in his twenties, who was the driver of the car, and a teenage boy. The man was dressed in a blue turtleneck sweater, red trousers and a pair of blue sneakers, matching his attire. His hair was black and curly, and his eyes were gray. The boy was cladded on a black top shirt, green pants and a pair of red sneakers. His black spiky hair was charming, and his dazzling amber eyes radiated sunlight. They both were revealed to be Nathan Sean and Alexander Vincent. They had arrived at the hospital of which Jordan was admitted in. The hospital wasn't that big, it was only a five storey block. But Its compound expanded widely, housing at the right hand side, a lot for parking ambulance trucks, and the left hand side, as the public, free parking lot. Its surroundings were adorned with flowers

Vincent's eyelids pathed open, the view that was reflected to his vision was of a hazy image. He blinked his eyes twice to adjust his retina to the brightness of his surroundings. "This is my room." Vincent spoke in a faint tune, noticing the familiarity of his surroundings. "But how did I get home?" He questioned himself, trying to put together what he could remember. "The last thing I could remember was feeling dizzy and blacking out. Aaahh! My head hurts." Vincent responded, he felt a slight ache. "It probably must be as a result of the fall. But how did I lose balance so easily? My body. It's heavy and aching. It must be from those bruises. Why can't I make out the full details of what happened."He struggled to sit-up, and it was a success after two trials. He held his head gently with both hands, bending his head to see if the memories would flow in. Eventually, he remembered all that had taken place yesterday. Ranging from the fight with Henry that bruised his entire body,