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 stared at the heavy wooden staff in his hand for a brief moment. He wasn't completely heartless. Looking at Jason’s face, he could easily tell how unwilling the man was to let it go. Giving this up was clearly a massive blow to Jason's life. Authur pulled out his phone, casually taking a clear photo of himself holding the staff while making sure Jason was fully captured in the background. Then, he did something that shocked both Jason and himself. Authur held the staff out and handed it right back to Jason. Jason stared at him, his hands trembling as he took the staff back. "Senior... you're... giving it back?" "I don't need the staff," Authur said calmly, adjusting his coat. "Instead, let's make a deal. You owe me a huge favor. When the right time comes, I'll collect it." Jason’s face lit up with pure joy. He was so happy he could barely contain himself, bowing deeply over and over again. "Thank you, Senior! Thank you! Whatever you need in the future, just say the

It was the next day for the scheduled lunch meeting between Authur and Jason.Authur sat at the head of the massive dining table, staring down at the lavish dishes laid out before him.He was impressed by Jason's generosity.Jason had pulled out all the stops for this lunch. Every staff member in the mansion had been instructed to treat Authur like absolute royalty.Still, Authur didn't pick up his fork.He just sat back with his arms crossed over his chest as he casually observed the room.Jason, sitting across from him, noticed the untouched plate. He cleared his throat gently, leaning forward with a smile."Mr Authur, please eat," Jason urged, gesturing toward the feast. "The food will get cold if you leave it untouched like that. My personal chefs spent all morning preparing this for you."Authur snapped from his train of thoughts. He had been thinking about Josephine earlier.He didn't want to seem entirely rude so he gave a slight nod and began eating small bites.By the time th

1 second passed, 2 then 3…Still, she didn't open her eyes."Hey! What did you do to my daughter?!" Jason screamed.His face turned bright red as veins popped out on his neck.Jason grabbed Authur by the collar of his shirt, lifting him almost off the floor."She’s not breathing! You killed her, didn't you?!"Authur tried to be logical. "Wait... just give it a moment..." he managed to choke out. He shoved Jason’s heavy wrists back, wiggling free from the man's tight grip.He quickly dropped to his knees right beside the bed and pressed two fingers against the girl’s cold wrist.Her skin felt like ice, but under his fingers, her pulse was starting to thud.Though it was slow at first, it was getting stronger with every second that passed."Hah! I knew it! I told you he was a complete fraud, Mr. Jason!"The doctor stepped forward, a nasty smirk spreading across his sweaty face. He adjusted his white coat and pointed an accusing finger straight at Authur."Look at her! She’s not moving a

Authur smiled satisfyingly to himself as he stepped inside the suite. The heavy doors shut behind him with a soft thud. He had successfully gotten access to Jason's space. His eyes flickered to the corner of his vision where the virtual screen usually floated. The [TELL ME] skill was dark and gray and it had a timer on it that said he couldn’t use it for another 29 days. His smile disappeared upon realisation. Too bad he had used it to make them believe he was the special doctor they were waiting for. Now, he just had to rely on himself and the healing skill the system had blessed him with. “Now…How hard can this be?” he whispered to himself. The room was huge and the particular area looked more like a house than a hotel room. There were gold frames on the wall and the carpet was so thick his feet sank into it. He figured there were more guards nearby so he stayed close to the wall. Just as he predicted, two guards were standing near a big wooden door at the end o

Brad clapped his hands together once. "Excellent job, Arthur," he said while forcing a half-smile. As Arthur turned away, Brad let out a small, reluctant shrug and muttered under his breath that it was too easy for Arthur and he’d only passed because the questions weren’t really difficult at all. He wanted to see how Authur would pass the next test. This time around though, he didn't give him a test of power just like available tests. He decided to go a bit extreme. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Arthur, you're just one step away from joining the F Force," he said. "Befriend Jason, the leader of all underdogs in the world. Once he gives you his precious staff, you'll be able to join the F Force at the highest rank. If you're having doubts, I'm afraid you won't be able to join a reputable organization like the F Force..." "Alright, give me a few days." Authur interrupted almost immediately. He gave Brad a serious smile before leaving. Authur hadn't heard about

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