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

“Who the fuck are you?” I yelled, my feet trembling in outright shock.“Calm down, Raymond. I can explain. It’s not what you think.” Ria pressed her hands together as she stepped toward me.“What do you think I’m thinking, you freaking traitor?” I snapped. “I thought you were different. I trusted you. So you saved my life just to turn me in to the cops?” Sweat rolled down my temple. “You could’ve just let me die.”“Ray, I’m sorry, I—”“How long have you been a rat?” I cut in, nostrils flared. “Raymond, please, I can—”“ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!.” I slammed my hand against the wall.She flinched. “Five years.”The words hit like a bullet.“Wow.” I let out a hollow laugh. “So you and Al had this planned, right? You knew everything. I’ve been so stupid.” I turned away, dragging a hand down my face. “Ria… I trusted you.”“Raymond, you have to believe me. I didn’t know about any of this. It’s a setup.”I stepped closer until her breath brushed my lips. “Which part is the setup? That yo

This is written in third person perspective. Trysis HQ“Good job, Raymond,” Al snickered. He tossed his phone onto the sofa and burst into laughter.“This cocksucker really thinks he can bring me down.” “But he can.” The man seated beside him spoke calmly. Inspector Mark — one of the FBI’s top officials… and Al’s paid shield whenever things got messy. “This guy was part of your mafia,” Mark continued. “He knows everything. If he keeps talking, all of us are taking a nice trip to prison — and I’m not losing my job because of you.”Dera scoffed from across the room. She walked over and planted a kiss on Al’s head. Al pulled her closer, their lips locking without shame.Mark’s face twisted in disgust.“Guys, wrong time. This is serious!” he thundered, rising to his feet. Hands on his waist, pacing restlessly. “That man knows too much.”“Mark, calm—”“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down!” Mark snapped, sweat gathering on his forehead. “My career is on the line. Years of service — go

RaymondThe doctor took the stethoscope off my chest, packed the rest of her equipment, and placed everything neatly back into her bag.“You’re pretty much fine now. But you still need rest. In a couple of days, you should be fully healed,” she said.She sounded exactly like Ria.Same calm voice. Same steady eyes. No soothsayer needed to tell me they were siblings. The only difference was that Ria was slightly taller… and part of a mafia.“I’d have to go now,” Amelia said. “Thanks, sis. I’ll call you later,” Ria replied. They hugged before Amelia walked out, leaving just Ria and me in the room.For some reason, being alone with her made the air feel tight.“Amelia,” I began. “Beautiful name. That means it can be shortened to Lia.”I wasn’t sure if that was a question or a statement. Either way, I waited.“Yeah. Lia for short,” Ria smiled. “But she hates being called that.”“Why? It’s a cool name.”“Our mum used to call her that. After she passed… it started bringing back memories

This is Written in First Person POV RAYMONDWhy is this room dark and hollow?They said heaven is ethereal and dreamy. This feels nothing like that. No angels singing. Just a wall clock ticking like a time-bomb.Cars zoomed by outside — loud, ambient. I didn’t know there was traffic in hell either.I sat up slowly, nausea crawling through my chest.Where the hell am I?God didn’t promise me a room in hell. My eyes landed on a painting on the wall. I tried to stand, but a sharp pain sliced through my feet and I dropped back onto the bed.Then the flashes hit me.In phases.Slow.Cruel.Nairobi.The mission there—clean. Precise.I killed the Minister but couldn’t shake Kira’s death. She deserved a second chance, but life never cared about what anyone deserved.Still, the job was a success.I recovered the twenty billion dollars. The people of Briarcliff finally had hope. Their homes could be rebuilt since the government refused to help.Then the next memory crashed into me like a wav

“The Bayview County Morgue has been attacked. The incident occurred at 9pm last night. The morgue assistant, identified as Philip Jones, and four security guards were murdered. Police say the attackers came specifically to extract a blood sample from a corpse. Four hours after the Bayview attack, another hit took place at Bloodstone Tower. Officers reported that the criminals attempted to break into the vault but failed. Six officers were confirmed dead. And three - injured. Evidence gathered so far links both attacks to a Mafia group called Trysis, led by Al — known for several political heists. The Minister for Security assures that they will be brought to justice. This is the news from Star TV, and I am Amelia Williams. Good even—”Al grabbed the remote and killed the TV before she finished. He flung the remote into the wall. His fist tightened, and he kicked the table — it exploded into pieces. Veins crawled up his neck.“You all need to start explaining,” he thundered. “You said

“Who the fuck could be doing this?” Al thundered, pacing the room. He tore off his hat, ran a hand through his hair, and glared at everyone. “Someone knew we were coming for him and decided to kill him.”“I don’t think that’s what’s going on,” Tyler cut in, cautious like he was walking on a minefield.“Then what is going on?” Dera snapped, eyes slicing into him.Tyler bit his lip, meeting her stare. “If anyone else was coming for Vladimir, it’s for the same reason we went after him. He just got into the country. Why would anyone want him dead? It has to be because of that stone.”He glanced around, scanning the faces of everyone in the room.Al said nothing. He cracked open a bottle of whiskey and swallowed half of it like water.“I can’t lose millions just like that,” he growled, leaning over the table. “Something has to be done. Fast.”“What if there’s another way to unlock the vault?” Ria asked, leaning in.“Vladimir’s the only one who can unlock it, dummy,” Dera snapped. “Maybe you