Novels by DERA

Michael kept spilling more words as everything seemed to be making sense.Unknown to June during the meeting with her older half-sister. Isabelle smartly recorded all that was said and never had plans of indulging in such an evil plot against Michael, whom she believed deserved all the accolades.A call came in and it was from Scarlett.Michael smiled softly when he realized who the caller was. “Scarlett is calling. Has she left the Maison?” he gently asked.Oliver nodded accordingly. Although he didn't know where she went.“I have information on June, Marshall, and Gerald's whereabouts. I think it's time you win this war once and for all.”Michael halted his right-moving foot in surprise. “How did you come about this information?”“A coded alphabet “R” requested to meet me in private and gave me all the information we needed to keep those three behind bars alongside their secret fortified alliance.”Michael smiled even more and nodded in approval for the final feast to begin. This ti

Scarlett puffed softly and nodded in slow motion. His boss’s words were nothing but the truth.Michael hadn't been single because there weren't many attractive, wealthy women on his beck and call, begging for an opportunity.He needed something more than another woman who's either after his wealth or an opportunity to fortify her dreams.He wanted something more just another form of relationship cemented in transactions and benefits. He yearned for love in its raw form. Would he find that?The closest consideration would have been Sheraton. But would he be dating her merely out of gratitude for supporting him from the earliest stage of his employment as the COO of Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise?Did he actually love her? Maybe he'd have gone for Sheraton or Sharon but the fact remained something was definitely missing.Michael, in his quiet moments, had thought deeply about his three female employees and hadn't seen himself settling for any of them.The three women have been genuine

At Oliver King’s estate, Scarlett stood by the balcony uncontrollably staring at Michael, who had visited his father a while ago.Michael had called Scarlett an hour ago to inquire about his father's whereabouts and had to come around when she confirmed his availability.He intended to surprise Oliver King with his presence and didn't want it to be a usual visit of less than thirty minutes' discussion.He wanted a longer conversation entangled with different courses of topics that affect their lives.One of the ways to build bonds was by making quality time for a series of conversations. Scarlett couldn't keep her eyes off Michael since he walked into the living room. They hadn't seen each other for quite a while but had been in touch through phone calls.“Dad, give me some time. I need to freshen up.”Michael softly mouthed before heading towards his room, which he hardly stayed in.Oliver's face was enmeshed with excitement. He suspected Lord Eric's influence on Michael had helped

Lord Eric had informed Hugo about wanting to speak with Michael Scofield but the subject of discussion would be Oliver King.Michael had told him the previous day he'd be in Kingstown Golden Telecommunications the next morning before inspecting business activities in Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise and Charleston Park Shopping Mall.What led Lord Eric's path to the company that morning must be important.Michael hastened into his office with Hugo and met Lord Eric leaning before the table with his arms in akimbo posture.He quickly raised an eyebrow in slight surprise. Hugo hadn't mentioned to him about Lord Eric being around in the office.It wasn't a mistake or a slip from the thought. He believed Hugo didn't purposely mention Lord Eric's presence.Michael had some words caught in his throat, but he was about to widen his lips to spill a word when Lord Eric mouthed the first sentence with a deliberate smile.“My boy. Been waiting for almost ten minutes.”Lord Eric wouldn't deny lovin

As Michael left the gala, he noticed something unusual. A white SUV had been trailing his car since he exited the venue.It didn't come as a surprise. From the moment he realized his foes knew his exquisite suite while delivering the warning parcel. It was normal for machineries to track his whereabouts He tapped his fingers on the leather seat, his eyes glancing cautiously.“Hugo,” he mouthed through his Bluetooth earpiece, “we have a tail.”“Confirmed,” Hugo replied immediately. “I’m tracking their plates now. Do you want me to call security?”Michael uttered a bold smirk. “No need, let them come.”Minutes later, his car pulled into a secluded parking lot. The SUV stopped a few feet behind him. Michael stepped out casually; his chest embodied, and his demeanor reeked unwavering confidence.Two men emerged from the SUV. One of them, a tall, scarred figure with cold eyes, spoke first.“Michael Scofield,” he blurted out. “A message from Gerald Sanchez.”Michael exhaled calmly. No form

Later that evening after communicating with Oprah and Cole. Michael attended an exclusive gala, a London event attended by the wealthiest elites in the industry. He walked in, exuding confidence, his presence turning heads.He almost canceled at the last minute but decided to show face to avoid sending a wrong impression about his personality.He'd expect personalities and invited figures to grace his occasion and wouldn't feel great if certain people didn't come around.The same applied to the London gala event happening about fifteen meters from where he was. They had sent in two reminder email messages to keep him apprised of the notable event. He should at least honor their invitation.Also, it was a moment to temporarily get his mind off the rollercoaster unfolding the past hours.The warning parcel delivered by his foes who had been keeping a tail on his whereabouts, and the outrageous shenanigans by some media houses tarnishing his enviable reputation. A lot of simultaneous col

It was already Twelve Months after the completion of The Nonprofit Organization of taking the Nobodies off the streets. On the same note, it's already a year since Grandmaster Julian Mars Roland proposed to Lillian Rose but the plans for marriages were stalled due to unforeseen circumstances that struck. Five months after Grandmaster Julian Mars Roland declared the completion of the second project; his father Lord Marshall Roland calmly passed on. Late Lord Marshall Roland was laid to rest about a month after his peaceful demise. His funeral was widely televised with special dignitaries from different walks of life in attendance to pay their last respects to the legendary Lord Marshall Roland. Five months had rapidly passed and it was time for the British Prominence House of Icon to host her annual event which was highly regarded across the globe. The event was strictly by invitation; a shortcut to entry was highly prohibited. Grandmaster Julian Mars Roland was esteemedly invit

The crowd engaged in indistinct and distinct communication amongst themselves as they beheld history being made. The achievement of Grandmaster Julian Mars Roland posed as a hallmark that will widely be spoken up.“It’s time to fill our stomachs with quality meals. Sit back and relax; Honeywell Real Estate company wants to entertain you with food. Thank you,” the Master of ceremony calmly chipped in while signaling the contracted food vendors to do the needful.The food vendors and ushers endeavored to be at their best disposition to deliver on a professional basis. Grandmaster Julian Mars Roland during refreshments winked at one of the ushers who hinted at the food vendors. The three parties quickly understood what the hint was for.Lillian Rose had been screaming alongside her father; Fredrick, for over twenty minutes since the events officially commenced. Frederick and Lillian Rose had been duly served just like other guests were taken care of.Frederick beamed at the exquisite sig

The crowd returned to their cheering and applauding. The words of Lord Marshall Roland struck deep inside their sensory organs and they couldn't help but respond in acknowledgement.It was a good moment to behold; seeing a father publicly expressing his heartfelt gratitude to life for blessing him with a son Julian Mars Roland.Grandmaster Julian Mars Roland didn't allow his father's limitations to stop him. He ensured his late mother's dream of establishing an orphanage was actualized.A WIN WIN!“You have surpassed me in all spheres of life and remained humble. What I thought was unimaginable and impossible; you have vehemently achieved them all. Dearest Son you had and will conquer more life boundaries. You're unstoppable. Congratulations!” Lord Marshall Roland spoke out without hesitation. He kept nodding his head in excitement.Lord Marshall Roland didn't hide the fact to the public about his son's hunger to pursue goals. His son was by far more mentally equipped than he could ha

“The Nonprofit Organization would train individuals for over two years and after that would be given a wide golden opportunity to work in Honeywell Real Estate company or any of its sister companies across Europe,” Grandmaster Julian Mars amidst the wide applause bounced back to words.Grandmaster Julian Mars Roland ensured the purpose of the project was utterly expressed to avoid misinformation of any sort. It was a day to divulge what had been built for about two years and didn't want any human from the crowd to have a wrong notion of why it was built.It wasn't a project to steal from the public or generate funds from citizens; rather it was founded to give out to the society and bless humanity through its effectiveness. It was built to give hope to the hopeless and those who had been humiliated and belittled just like he was.Grandmaster Julian Mars Roland has the unquenchable hunger to always give out to the society as much as he is good and building such a project would give eno

Grandmaster Julian Mars Roland kept beaming as he beheld numerous personalities celebrate and honor him. He had been acknowledged and appreciated multiple times but the ongoing event had a special sense of accolades that was dear to his heart.Knowing his late mother's dream had been actualized with tremendous impact on the lives of the orphans didn't take off the smiles on his charming face.HIS TIME!“Thirty seconds silent to all the plotters and schemers who couldn't behold this day and have been locked up in jail to learn a hard lesson for at least five years,” Grandmaster Julian Mars Roland sarcastically mouthed with lips curved in mockery.Everyone observed thirty seconds of silence to all his foes and villains who failed to stop him from booming. Their maneuvering antics all got them behind bars with judges determining their fate.The news of how Grandmaster Julian Mars Roland effortlessly had Rihanna Petersburg and her allies arrested to be severely punished went viral and was

“Yippee! Hurray! Wow! That's the man! The Greatest ever known! Oops! Amazing!” The guests and many more who were present in the auditorium kept cheering and voicing out with so much intensity.The atmosphere was engulfed with an elevated sensation of Grandmaster Julian Mars Roland as the cheering and applauding increased at every single moment of action. It was a moment to erect as a statue for posterity's sake as he walked down from his exalted seat towards the stage with smiles of fulfillment etching on his face.The Master of ceremony titled his head in respect and honor while handling the microphone to the Grandmaster who patted his shoulder and offered him a welcoming smiling gesture.“Thank you. That was a well-rehashed introduction. Thank you all for gracing the Honeywell Real Estate company annual conference. Despite your busy schedules, y'all made time to attend. Thank you!” Grandmaster Julian Mars Roland quickly got into speech without further delays.Grandmaster Julian Mars