Novels by Weird ink

Jayden sat in the back seat of the sleek black car, his mind unable to catch up with what had just unfolded. He stared at Daniel, the man sitting across from him, trying to steady his breathing, but every thought felt scattered.Daniel’s calm voice broke the silence. “Your father has been searching for you for years. When he saw your case, he knew immediately who you were. He believes in your innocence, Jayden. He pulled every string he could to step in. That is how I came to that court today with Mr Harris who was sent to defend your case.”Jayden’s lips parted, his chest tightening as if he had forgotten how to breathe. “My father?” His voice cracked, the word tasting strange, almost foreign on his tongue. “Who is he? How did he even find me after all these years?”Daniel held his gaze, steady and unyielding. “He will explain everything himself. My task is only to bring you home to him.”Jayden sank back against the leather seat, his eyes fixed on the world sliding past the tinted

The morning of the trial felt heavier than any day Jayden had lived through. The sun had risen as it always did, yet he barely noticed it through the narrow window of his cell. When the guards came to lead him out, the chains around his wrists clinked softly, each sound pressing against his chest as though reminding him of what he had become. He was no longer a man, just a prisoner being marched toward judgment. The courtroom was already filled when he entered. People whispered as he passed, some staring openly, others looking away as if he were a creature they feared to look at for too long. He sat down beside his lawyer, Mr. Collins, whose tired eyes and careless posture told him once again that this man had no intention of fighting for him. Jayden swallowed hard, feeling the bitter taste of hopelessness coat his mouth. Emily sat across the room, her presence cutting into him more than the chains. She wore a simple dress, her hair arranged perfectly, her lips curved in a smile

The days dragged by inside the cell, each one heavier than the last. Jayden sat on the thin mattress, his back pressed against the cold wall, staring at nothing. His body was a hollow shell, his mind a ghost of its former self. Three full days had passed without word, without any sign that someone believed him. The silence from the police was not neutral, it was crushing, and in that silence, his mind never stopped working. He could see Mr. Jordan’s face whenever he closed his eyes, that smug look when he had stormed into his office with the stolen company papers. He knew with certainty that this was Mr. Jordan’s doing, that he had pulled the strings to put him here. He wanted to silence him, erase him, and keep the company idea and blueprint that he had worked so hard for.Jayden’s thoughts circled endlessly. He replayed the night at the hotel, searching for some detail, some clue that might have saved him. He remembered the waiter, the drink, the sudden drowsiness, and the disor

The evening news played across the wide television in Mr. Wellington’s study, the glow filling the quiet room. He had been going through some documents, but the voice of the news anchor caught his attention. He lifted his eyes and the pen slipped from his hand. On the screen was the face of a man being led out of a hotel room in handcuffs. His clothes were stained, his eyes wide with disbelief, his lips moving in words that were drowned by the sound of reporters shouting questions. The anchor said his name with practiced calm, “Jayden Smith, arrested for the murder of a young woman found dead at the Grand Royal Hotel.”Mr. Wellington leaned forward, his chest tightening. He knew that face. Only a few days ago, he had brushed past that very man at Mr. Jordan’s office. He remembered the brief moment clearly, the apology murmured in passing, the look of intensity in his eyes. At that time he had thought the resemblance was uncanny, so strong that he almost stopped in his tracks. Now,

Emily was sprawled across the cream leather sofa, scrolling through her phone when the headline lit up her screen. For a heartbeat she simply stared, her breath caught, and then a smile spread across her face. The words were clear, bold, and satisfying: Jayden Hart in Custody Pending Charges.Her laughter rang out, high and sharp, breaking the quiet hum of the penthouse. “Father,” she called, her voice filled with triumph, "Jayden’s arrest is finally all over the news.”Mr. Jordan stepped out from his study, adjusting the cufflinks on his dark suit. He didn’t rush, but his eyes sharpened as he saw the glow in his daughter’s expression.“Show me.”Emily thrust the phone toward him, her hands trembling with excitement. “Look at it. Exactly what we were waiting for. He’s finally behind bars. Can you believe it?”Mr. Jordan took the phone, his gaze sweeping over the article with practiced calm. The corners of his lips lifted ever so slightly, though his face gave away little.“I told

Jayden sat at the small desk in his motel room, his hands resting heavily on the papers spread before him. The weight of the decision he was about to take pressed heavily on him as he prepared to place his house as collateral for a loan.The thought of walking into a bank the next morning made his heart heavy, yet he told himself he had no other choice. Hiring a lawyer to get his company blueprint back would cost money, and he needed to be prepared if he wanted to fight till the end.The shrill sound of his phone startled him. He glanced down and froze when he saw the name on the screen: Mr. Jordan. His fingers hovered, reluctant to answer, but the weight of curiosity pressed him to accept.“Jayden,” the older man’s voice came through smooth, almost gentle, though Jayden could hear the calculated control behind it.“What do you want?” Jayden’s tone was cold, guarded.“I want to make peace,” Mr. Jordan said slowly. “We have both said and done things in anger, and I’ve had time to re

The police officers were able to trace Sally and Davis through the men they caught to their hideout where they got arrested and taken to the police station.George went to the hospital to check on Anna and Jane who were admitted. He was worried about their condition when the doctor informed him that both of them were in critical condition.Anna was being operated on to remove the bullet, and Jane was being revived as she had passed out due to the substance that the men fed her.George was restless as he paced about the hospital, praying that he doesn't lose any of them. Jane risked it all, just to help him get Anna back from the hands of the abductors. It wasn't an easy task but she made sure she stood by him.Too many people were already hurt in this journey of his, salmon and Damian were yet to be discharged from the hospital because they were recovering from the attack they got the last time now it was Jane and Anna.Everyone around him was down, he was the only one standing and it

On getting close to the penthouse, George stopped the car, making the other people to do so too."Why are you stopping?" Jane asked him."It's dangerous, remember the group of dangerous men that was seen entering the penthouse," George pointed out."Yeah, I remember," Jane replied.George decided to involve the police in order to have assurance for safety. He didn't want a case whereby the men would attack and get them injured or hold them captive. He didn't know what Davis' plan was and he couldn't tell.He didn't know what he might have planned with Sally but he knew how dangerous he could be.George searched through his phone, looking for the contact of an acquaintance who was a police man, a high ranked officer in his division. He luckily found it and quickly put a call through him.The police officer picked after the first ring like he was expecting George's call."Hello Mr Jackson! It's been a long time," he said cheerfully over the phone. "How have you been? I know how busy yo

Jane reached out to George to know the situation of things so far in finding Anna."My secret agent had been trying to reach out to them. He is also looking out for him. I had instructed him to keep an eye on Davis, he might be the one making all the moves while Sally, who we discovered was also involved, would be watching Anna," George said, to which Jane agreed."I will also be doing everything in my power to help out. I and Chris had checked almost all the CCTV cameras in search of Anna. The house they are staying at on the outskirts of the city is unusually cold. As of today, I don't think Anna is safe anymore. We got a glimpse of men who came visiting," Jane reported.George informed her of how hard his men were working towards finding Anna which was very satisfactory to her.He was disturbed himself, he was feeling very bad and had a strong feeling that Anna wasn't safe too which made him decide to go onlook and in search of him himself. He didn't care if his life would be expo

George had been tracking Sally's whereabouts who had gone into hiding.While George sat in his study lost in thoughts after the news of Anna's kidnap got to him, it's been two days already. He has been tracking her and doing everything to know her whereabouts but none has proved futile. The kidnappers too haven't contacted him.His phone rang which brought him out of his thoughts. He checked it and saw it was a strange number, he hesitated before picking it up, a strange number hadn't called his phone so he was skeptical about picking up the call but since he didn't know the reason why whosoever that was calling him was using a strange number, he decided to pick the call."Hello, I guess you are good, George Melmer!" A deep masculine voice said."Of course, who is this?" George replied."I heard about your wife and I can be of help. I know who has her, and where she is and if you think I am lying, check the CCTV footage I will forward now to your phone," The voice said and immediately

They all stared at Sally as she brought out a gun from her cloth. "Guess I came prepared too." They all moved back in shock as more SWATs entered. "Everybody out!" The people in the restaurant were allowed to go outside, leaving George and Sally with the SWATs."You don't want to do this Sally, just surrender and let's all forget that this ever happens." George said.George had called the SWAT on his way to the restaurant. He wanted to arrest Sally and he had put a recording tape on his body, which recorded everything and enhanced the SWATs to hear everything said by them."This is exactly what I want to do, to finish everybody off and return to my mom." She pointed the gun at George and pulled the trigger unexpectedly, cursing a distraction for them all. She used that medium to run out of the restaurant, she met one of the SWATs outside waiting for them and shot him before he was able to lift his gun to shoot."Oh my gosh! Hold on dude, just hold it there." One of the SWATs chanted

George exchanged a look with Sally before starting his questions. "Why are you like this? You wouldn't have been born to be evil." He has been wondering about the question for a long time now and he only had time to ask about it then.Sally sighed. "That should not be your concern George but if you want to know, I was born as a sweet girl but that sweetness suddenly disappeared when my father lost his job. Your family caused that and my mom wanted revenge but couldn't do it by herself. She had been bittered since the death of my father who died recently because of the delay when ma'am Patricia opposed the marriage and got hospitalized. My mother wanted her revenge then, so she put up a test for us all which I was able to pass without much stress but I was a child that's not trusted, I was too sweet to do evil tasks, so another task was brought up which got me thinking and all that.""Do you know that I had a lover then?" George shook his head indicating a no. "Well, I did. Her next t