Novels by Author Riele

Ansel drove to the warehouse.Since Claire’s encounter with Thora in her office, she had not been in a good mood. He had tried calling her but he decided against it. It was obvious that she needed some alone time. That was one of the reasons he didn’t press too much when she said she needed space.He had planned to head to Samantha’s place later. She was his personal assistant and she helped him handle a lot of work. He needed her to organize the data he had collected from his previous visits to the medical research division and he also needed to see his little sister.Still, that was for later. His mind was occupied now.Ansel drove straight to the warehouse. Since Kael had been caught and arrested for the illegal activities he ran from the same warehouse, Ansel had doubled the security. He wasn’t going to take chances. The police had cleared the area as safe, but Ansel wanted full control over the property moving forward.This time, he wasn’t there to inspect security footage or

Grandfather Luther’s face went cold.Seeing that, Ansel’s father felt his mouth turn dry.For a second, he struggled for air. His chest rose and fell faster than usual. The garage suddenly felt tighter and hotter.Grandfather’s gaze pierced through him like it always had when he was newly married to his deceased wife. That stare was dangerous.He had seen that look before. Back then, it meant trouble. Ansel’s father cursed himself in his mind.Grandfather Luther was too smart. He had outsmarted him in the past. And now?Now he stood here once again. Only this time, there was no escape. Never in his life would he have thought that Grandfather Luther was a rich wealthy old man. Not once. He used to think the old man was a burden. A relic from the past with no value. He had disregarded him like a fly buzzing around his head. And not just disregarded. He had laughed at him. Mocked him openly and behind his back. Made fun of his clothes and his old shoes.Now here he was. Kneeling on t

"Father-in-law Luther," the older man’s voice cracked. He stood a few feet away with his shoulders slouched, looking smaller than anyone had ever seen him. "I wish... I wish I could bring her back, I really do. But I can’t. I know that now. It's all my fault and i apologize for my past mistakes." His eyes darted from grandfather Luther to Ansel. "Please, just let me prove I’m sorry. I want to be part of this family again. We need to live together as one. I want to be with my children again."The memories came flooding back for him. He remembered the day he had pushed his family out, standing there with his new wife and acting like he had won. He had believed he had everything under control, that with Ansel’s mother’s wealth, he could live a life of luxury. It was only now that he realized how much he had truly lost.If he had been patient enough, he would have gotten to find out that grandfather was a rich man. Even the car behind grandfather cost almost a hundred million dollars.M

Ansel stepped out of the courthouse, the cool breeze of early morning ruffling his hair. The property that rightfully belonged to his mother was finally his again.He could still hear the judge’s voice echoing in his head in a calm but authoritative tone, “The court rules in favor of Ansel Luther, granting him full ownership of the property.”His lawyer had done exactly what Ansel had hired him for. No surprises there. With a lawyer of his caliber, victories like this were highly expected.But the image that stuck with Ansel the most was his stepmother’s face as the verdict was announced. She had fought hard to keep what didn’t belong to her, using every underhanded trick in the book, but now it was over.Another thing that was satisfying, though, was watching his father and stepmother's faces as reality hit them.As Ansel approached the garage, a sly grin tugged at the corner of his lips. He could still see the look of shock and outrage on his father’s face, too. His father's su

The morning sun passed through the tall windows of the courthouse, casting long shadows across the polished floor.Ansel stepped through the door, his polished shoes clicking softly as he walked down the aisle toward the front of the courtroom. He had chosen his outfit carefully, a tailored suit, crisp white shirt, and a dark tie that made him look every bit the man he had grown to become.As soon as he entered, heads turned, including those of his father and stepmother, who were seated across the room.His stepmother's brows furrowed when she saw him, her lips pursing in disapproval. Ansel didn’t acknowledge them. Instead, he walked toward the plaintiff’s seat with a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. The kind of smirk that said he had been waiting for this moment. His father, seated a few rows behind the defense table, leaned over to whisper something to his wife. He noticed how his stepmother hissed under her breath, clearly displeased.‘They think I spent my last

In front of the bar, two bulky bodyguards stood with arms crossed, their eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of trouble. The KKK(Kool kat Klub) Bar had a reputation, and they were there to make sure the wrong kind of people didn’t get in without paying for access.Ansel walked up to the door, handed one of the guards a few bills, and received a curt nod in return. They stepped aside, letting him through without a word. He pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside.The place was exactly as it was rumoured to be. The lights were dim, casting a reddish glow over the room.Music pumped through the speakers, loud enough to make his chest vibrate. Girls in skimpy outfits danced on platforms, their movements drawing the attention of the men partying below with drinks in hand and their laughter filling the air.Ansel wasn’t here for the party. He was here for Kael.He scanned the room, his eyes moving quickly from face to face. Kael had a habit of showing up in his bar.Ansel came pre

Authur briefly glanced at the paper. His earlier smirk remained even though he noticed how strange the questions were.The F-Force was known for being strong, brutal, and powerful, yet the mind test before him seemed like something only someone with an extremely high IQ could solve. He had expected physical trials, tests of endurance or combat ability, but this was different.Still, he didn’t waste time thinking about it. He had only one minute to answer the questions, so he pushed everything else to the back of his mind and focused on reading the words in his head.“Crack the code, unlock the truth. But beware, for the truth is not always what it seems.”Brad, who was standing off to the side, kept a keen eye on Authur. He was waiting and hoping to see some sign of hesitation or frustration. Most recruits would have furrowed their brows. He had witnessed most hold their shaky pens slightly as they tried to rush through the questions.But Authur? He looked calm, almost amused.If Br

Authur finally got home and stepped into his apartment, dropping his keys onto the table with a dull clink. Without a second thought, he kicked off his shoes and walked towards the bathroom.The shower was the only thing on his mind at that moment. He turned the water to a warm setting and stood under it.He let it cascade over him for a while.The events of the day lingered in his thoughts, but he was too tired to dwell on them. When he finally stepped out, he wrapped a towel around his waist and shuffled to his room before falling onto the bed. He didn’t even bother changing into pajamas or eating dinner. Within moments, sleep took over.The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, softly lighting the room. Authur blinked awake slowly, groaning under his breath as he sat up. His body felt stiff, though the rest had helped a little. He rubbed his eyes, then stretched, a small yawn escaping his lips.He swung his legs off the bed, sitting on its edge as his mind clea

Authur sat down so casually that everyone began to think he wasn't a human.Even the highest level of martial artists couldn't take down a man within a twinkle of an eye."The battle ends now!""The battle ends today!" Lord Byron's men shouted due to excitement, they began to dance and bow down to Authur.Roshan was starting to regain his consciousness, he stared at Authur with fear as his men carried him past Authur.Never would he have thought that an ordinary man like Authur would do such a thing to him.A chill ran down his spine when he met Authur's gaze and he quickly looked away.Authur saw them walk away, a figure blocked his line of view and he looked up to check who the person was."Lilly," Authur said in a faint voice.He wondered why her mouth was hung wide open.Authur became worried and thought she was sick again, so he stood up to check her pulse.There was nothing wrong with Lilly and so he released the breath he was holding."Master Authur, you are a great martial ar

"Master Authur, you...you j_" Lilly opened her mouth to speak but Authur placed his hand on her lips just in time."Shh, your body is recovering." Authur said and then stopped transferring his Ki to her body.She was already starting to look strong and he didn't want to look too suspicious."Oh, the fight! We need to get back before it's too late." Lilly said as she suddenly sprang up from the bed.If they didn't get there on time then Roshan and his people might try to play some dirty tricks."You should rest a little, your body needs time to recover." Authur said with a soft comforting look.They hadn't been in the room for much time and Roshan couldn't do anything outrageous or the duel would be canceled.But knowing who Roshan was and the dirty tricks he could pull on lord Byron, Authur thought it would be best to get back to the fighting arena."Are you strong enough to walk?" Authur asked after a moment of silence and she nodded her head slowly.After seeing that she was eager

"We have a clear winner! Miss Lily is the winner of the duel" The man shouted again and walked towards Lilly, raising her hands up in a victorious manner.Lilly still couldn't believe what had just happened, her mind struggled to process it.She had won even after losing hope, even when she was on the brink of giving up.She glanced at the sword, eyeing it like it was some type of savior.There was something different about the sword and she knew it.It was just as mysterious as her boss, now she respected him more. It was obvious that Authur knew things that an ordinary human didn't know."That can't be possible," Roshan stood up, his face distorted as he stared at Lilly, pointing an accusing finger at her. "She must have cheated, I caught her cheating. Arrest her for cheating in a serious situation, we can't accept any form of cheating."Lord Bryon whose face was all smiles frowned at his brother's display of stupidity.It was obvious that the young lady had won fair and square and

Rodrigo was livid, his face red with anger as he watched Lilly taunt him like a pathetic child. He felt his temper boiling over, the rage within him threatening to spill out at any moment.Fury consumed him, and Rodrigo rushed forward, his dagger raised in a deadly arc as he swung it toward Lilly.But to Rodrigo's dismay, Lilly was quick on her feet and darted out of the way, her leg lashing out in a powerful kick. She hoped to knock him off his feet, but he remained steadfast.Rodrigo only grew more enraged, seething at the trickery and taunting of his opponent. He was sick of the games, and he was ready to end it all.He was determined to win, to emerge victorious and leave this fight as the only one standing. He would do whatever it took to achieve that goal, no matter the cost."A waste of beauty, you will pay for your insolence!" Rodrigo roared, throwing two daggers in quick succession at Lilly. His fury gave him strength.The daggers flew through the air, spinning with such speed