Novels by Sergius Madden

"What's that?" Damien said - when he noticed that the manager paused for a moment. "I told you this guy is a criminal. Bring out the stolen item already" Damien said - as if he just gained triumph over Bryan. Charlotte's skin crawled into her flesh as she feared that Damien's accusation was beginning to seem so true. The look on Bryan's face too - gave him away. "What's that in your pocket sir?" The manager asked - obviously directing the question to Bryan. Bryan remained mute. He gave the manager a blank stare and looked away. "I told you he's a thief" Damien yelled. "I thought as much too" the manager said. He pulled out the arched object. His eyebrows creased at the sight of the sleek golden bracelet. "Oh my God...." He exclaimed. Everyone exclaimed with a loud huff. Charlotte's hand fleew to her mouth - in a quest to prevent her from screaming. But she already led out a loud gasp. "I said it..... I told ya" Damien gloated - clapping his hands. "Obviously he stole this expen

"The card is working" the salesperson said. She cheerfully pulled the card out and stretched the card back to Bryan. She parked the expensive purse and gave it to Charlotte. Charlotte's boyfriend's had his lips fretted in a oval shape. And his eyes widened in disappointment when the salesperson stretched the purse to Charlotte. He wished Charlotte was going to turn it down. But the Blondie stretched her hands forward - face brightened with an alluring smile. "You're gonna take that?" Her boyfriend's voice echoed. "Damien, really?" Charlotte muttered - the smile on her face vanished as she shook her head in disbelief. "It's a harmless gift" she said - clutching the bag from the salesperson. Bryan's face shimmered with a little glint of surprise. Finally he got to know the name of his supposed rival. Maybe the name of the man who snatched girlfriend. Damien. "Thank you so much Bryan" Charlotte appreciated - clutching the purse to her chest. "You're most welcome" Bryan said - wit

Bryan's intent was to steal a glance and continue shopping, but Charlotte locked eyes with him - immediately he stepped to the side of the counter. Charlotte gestured her boyfriend to look towards Bryan and when he did, a scornful chuckle curling on his lips.Bryan still couldn't maintain eye contact, yet he stepped forward too. Like he hadn't been scorned by this couple a couple of weeks ago. "I guess this store is now a hiding place for losers" Charlotte's boyfriend scorned - exchanging glances with her. "Isn't that so obvious?" Charlotte retorted - a bit too surprised to disguise it, as her eyebrows widened. "What are you doing here?" Charlotte's boyfriend said - hands crossed across his chest "You retarded broke ass" Bryan hesitated for a split second. He's been used to being called demeaning names, but at this point he wasn't willing to entertain such disrespect and he was ready to stand his ground. "I came here to shop too" Bryan said - feigning a smile. He pressed his lip

"Now, we're switching over to the business news. The biggest tech company Morris Inc has announced a new CEO. He goes by the name Bryan Morris. He's said to be the only son of the late CEO. This new development has been making waves on the Internet as everyone thinks Bryan Morris is not fit for that position. Others say he is a newbie in the business world and the company will end up filing for bankruptcy because of his inexperience. Others believe his father made a bad decision by including him in his will - stating that he should take over the his business empire. Bryan Morris is just 21. His young age made everyone thinks he's less qualified to run such a prestigious company. Nevertheless, everyone has got their fingers crossed, waiting to see if Bryan would successfully run the multi-million dollar company or if it'll soon be buried under the ash heaps of bankruptcy. That will be all from our end here at PRIME TV NEWS. I'm your presenter Kelly. Good evening" *** Bryan hit

"Its a pleasure to meet you sir" A man said - walking closer towards Bryan as he walked out of the elevator. "....thank you" Bryan muttered. He tucked his hand into his pocket in a bid to hide his anxiety."My name is Franklin, I'm the General manager. I've been instructed to show you around sir" The man said - his canines blared as if he was starstruck."Fine. I'd follow your lead" Bryan retorted. Bryan isn't in the best version of his wardrobe like he'll be on a Christmas eve. But every part of his grooming portrayed elegance, luxury and confidence. Even though his mind at the moment was far from confidence. It wasn't a nay saying when they said "Confidence can be faked" Bryan getting to know that his father owns the biggest tech company in the United States sound so unreal. But what's so unbelievable is that he'd be ascending the helm of that company - as the new CEO. Morris Inc is a household name in the tech industry and to think Bryan is the new CEO sent shrill of fright an

Olivia is the daughter of a successful business magnate - May Williams. May is a single mother - maybe a feminist who believes in attaining everything a man can get. As long as its something money and hard work can get - she'd never back down. Her single motherhood tends to give her freedom - freedom away from all the troubles that comes with being married. But on Fridays, the boss lady is seen in the parking lot of several hotels. Moaning to the energetic thrusts of some young guys on a cozy Friday night wouldn't be too bad, huh? Despite her secretly immoral lifestyle. May is still a disciplinarian who tries to impose morals on her daughter, even if she's like a clergyman who's doesn't act in harmony with what they preach. Olivia never got to meet her father. Neither was her mother willing to say anything about him. When she was a kid, May used to tell her that her father had gone to heaven and was going to return soon. That was ten years ago. Maybe the word 'soon' deserves a new s

“What the fuck is going on here?” Raymond yelled, veins pulsing. Then a man walked in, footsteps echoing through the dusty floor. He looked like the leader of the police unit.He pointed a gun at Raymond's face.“You’re under arrest.”Raymond scoffed.“Why?”“For the murder of John Marvin,” the officer said, ambling closer. “You have the right to remain silent, because anything you say will be used against you in a court of law.”The officer signaled the other men to cuff Raymond.Then someone else walked in.Al.Surprise flashed across Raymond’s face, though he quickly buried it beneath a smile. So this was the game. “So this is going to be the end of you, huh?” Al snorted, his lips curling into a sinister smile. “I warned you not to mess with me. But look at you. Now you’re going to spend the rest of your life in jail.”Al walked toward Tyler.“And I’ll eventually kill this motherfucker.”He landed a punch on Tyler’s face. The handcuff rattled as blood spewed out Tyler’s mouth

"Bang! Bang!" The knock cracked against the door. Raymond proceeded toward the door, holding his gun up. Ria’s the only one who comes here, and she won’t bang the door like that. He flung the door open, pointing the gun at the face of the intruder.A sigh tugged at his lips as he saw Ria standing at the door.Her dry lips released tired breaths. Her clothes were torn, and her body was drenched in blood."Hey!" Raymond helped her in. He glanced behind her before shutting the door. "What happened?" he asked, helping her onto the sofa."I was attacked on my way back." She said, struggling to breathe."Fuck!"Raymond dashed out of sight and came back with a first aid box. He dragged a chair close to Ria and began treating her wounds. He tried to avoid the deeper cuts, but there wasn’t much skin left untouched. She winced in pain as the cotton soaked in spirit touched her injuries."Sorry. Just hang in there," Raymond consoled her. "How did it happen?""My boss threatened to fire me if

‎‎‎‎Ria's heart skipped a beat as she stepped into the office. Warm breaths escaped her lips as she stood before her boss, Captain Elias. A man in his mid-fifties, but his oval-shaped face made him look younger than his age.‎‎"You sent for me, sir," Ria said, breaking eye contact.‎‎He didn't utter a word. He stared at her with bloodshot eyes.‎‎A part of her thought she might be dismissed. After all, her badge access had failed at the scanner that morning. And Elias' demeanor further suggested that something was wrong.‎‎"Sir, I—"‎‎"Ria, you're one of the most diligent officers I have here," Elias began, in a cold voice. "You're strategic and good at your job. But it's like you've lost that credibility. Because tell me, why would you be on a case for more than five years?"‎‎Ria's eyes fell on the file sitting on Elias' desk.‎‎It had an inscription on it.‎‎TRYSIS.‎‎Her eyes lingered on it for too long.‎‎Until Elias cleared his throat.‎‎"My apologies, sir." Ria’s

Raymond shut the door after everyone walked in. A television played in the background. He turned and locked eyes with Tyler and Ria. “Don’t look at me like that.” Tyler snapped, nostrils flaring. “You can’t just show up like Jesus Christ and act like everything is fine. You better start talking.” Tyler stared in disbelief. Raymond’s lips bared a smile as he tapped Tyler’s chest.“Don’t touch me!” “Maybe you need that, to believe that I am alive.” Raymond sneered. “I’m not doubting. Fuck. No ghost can kill that amount of cops in five minutes. I know you’re real. Not after that video went viral. The whole world knows you’re alive. But tell me how it happened,” Tyler said.Raymond sighed.“I survived the gunshot. Someone found I was still breathing and took me to the hospital.”His words landed heavy on Tyler’s chest. His shoulders dropped. “I’m sorry,” Tyler whispered, tears sliding down his cheek. “I didn’t mean to betray you like that. I never knew Al could do that to you. I co

THE D-DAY (LAST MISSION)The team assembled inside a black Mercedes Sprinter van.Al wasn’t going to be physically present. He stayed back at the Trysis headquarters to oversee the operation remotely.Tyler, Ria and Dera sat in the back of the van waiting for Al’s signal.Ria and Dera were dressed in corporate outfits.Inside the van were portable servers, satellite uplinks, signal boosters and fake government credentials.If they were stealing from the government, every detail had to look real.Ria’s phone rang.Al.“The bank has initiated the transfer,” his voice blared from the speaker. “You have thirty minutes before the transaction completes. Tyler, create the delay in the next ten minutes.”Tyler cracked his fingers and pulled the laptop closer.A timer appeared on-screen.Ten minutes.He began typing rapidly. The sound of Tyler’s keyboard clicking and the low growl of the engine filled the van. Lines of code flashed across the monitor.“Packet corruption deployed,” Tyler mutt

Everyone exchanged glances, across the clustered planning table. Weapons and empty bottles of whiskey laying on the ground, like dead bodies. Al sat down, watching them — one by one. Like he could read their minds. Tyler gazed in disbelief, rubbing his face. “Wait,” Tyler began. “I don’t know what or where you’re going with this, but I’m sure you know we can’t put six billion dollars in our pockets. That’s a huge amount of money.” “Can you just shut up and let him finish?” Dera scolded, glaring at Tyler. “Where are we stealing this money from?” Ria asked — locking eyes with Al. “Good question!” Al exclaimed and stood up from his seat. He picked up a remote and hit a button. The huge screen flashed to life, the ambient glow — hitting their faces. The picture of a big building appeared. Silence. “The JP Morgan chase?” Tyler exclaimed, clearing his throat. “We’re losing our lives after this one.” “We’re taking 6 billion dollars out of the JP Morgan Chase.” Al said.