Novels by Sacréd Pen

As Nicholas and Ryan got back to the mansion, Nicholas turned to Ryan, his expression grim. "Ryan, make research on every possible place Malakai could be at the moment and the kinds of appointments he have. You need to be quick with it," he said, his voice laced with urgency. Ryan nodded, already moving towards the study. "I'll get started on it right away," he assured, his footsteps echoing down the hall. An hour later, Ryan returned, a triumphant gleam in his eye. "I think I've found something," he announced, handing Nicholas a sheet of paper. "What is it?" Nicholas asked, his gaze scanning the document. "The last call Malakai made was to a man named Alvonso, he also made a call last night to the same man," Ryan explained. "They agreed to meet at a place called 'Dark Centre.' I don't know where that is, do you?" Nicholas felt a chill run down his spine. "Dark Centre," he murmured, his expression darkening. "Yes. I know it well. Malakai has used it as a

Nicholas sat in his lounge, staring pensively out the window as he munched on the fresh fruit arranged on the table before him. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the glass, illuminating the worry etched on his brow. He had much to contemplate. While Nicholas was munching on the fruits, Ryan, strode into the room. Ryan's expression was unreadable as he placed a manila file on the table in front of Nicholas. "I have some news," he said simply, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and taking a bite. Nicholas looked up, his eyes narrowing. "Good news or bad news? All I've been hearing you guys tell me since I came back is bad news, I don't want anymore." he asked cautiously. Ryan shrugged noncommittally. "That depends on how you look at it, I don't know if it's good or bad," he replied, chewing contemplatively. Feeling a growing sense of unease, Nicholas sat up straighter. "Well, what is it then?" he pressed. With a heavy sigh, Ryan met Nichola

India's heart sank, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of this new revelation. The thought made her stomach churn with a mixture of betrayal and fury. She glanced out the window, noting that the day was waning, the sky slowly shifting to a deeper shade of blue. Turning back to Alexander, she reached out and grasped his hand, her gaze soft and reassuring. "I'm going to stay with you tonight," she said, her voice firm. "I want to be here, to make sure you're safe. He knows you're alive now, he might wanna try something stupid." Alexander smiled, his eyes brightening with relief. "Thank you, India. I'm glad you're here." The next morning, India rose early. She had slept fitfully, her dreams plagued by visions of her cousin in peril and Malakai's betrayal. As she dressed, she glanced back at Alexander, who was still soundly asleep. "I'll be back soon," she whispered, pausing to press a kiss to his forehead before slipping out of the room.

India rushed through the hospital's lobby, her footsteps echoing against the floors as she made her way to the front desk. Her heart pounded with anticipation. Just as she reached the counter, a familiar face caught her eye. "Dr. Sinclair!" India called out, her voice laced with relief. The physician turned and greeted India with a warm smile. "Lady Avendano, I'm so glad you're here," Dr. Sinclair said, gesturing for India to follow her. "I was hoping to speak with you." India fell into step beside the doctor, her gaze fixed on the woman's face, searching for any sign of good news. "How is Alexander doing? Is he awake? Can I see him? Even if not talk to him, it's my right you know it." Dr. Sinclair nodded, her expression reassuring. "Calm down, Lady Avendano. You have nothing to worry about, at all... your cousin has made remarkable progress. He's been asking for you, actually. If you'll come with me, I'll take you to his room." India's breath caught in her

India gripped the steering wheel tightly as she navigated the winding road. Her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of what had happened at home, how she just ended things with Malakai and Alexander, and the anticipation of seeing him was building with each passing mile. Maybe this time around, he'd be able to talk or say something. Suddenly, a familiar beeping from her phone disrupted the hum of the engine. India's brow furrowed as she glanced down, her eyes landing on the message notification that had just popped up. It was from the unknown number again. Her heart skipped a beat, as she clicked on the message and she read the ominous words: "You did a great job with Nimah. While I am very not satisfied with what you did, I am willing to reward you. Are you ready to know who killed your grandfather?" India's fingers trembled as she stared at the screen, her breath catching in her throat. She knew she should ignore the message, continue on to the hospital. But the curiosity that h

Malakai's eyes flashed with a mixture of confusion and hurt. He just didn't want to agree. "I don't understand. We've been working towards this for so long. The plan was foolproof. Why would you refuse to work with me now?" India offered him a small, sympathetic smile. "I know, and I appreciate all the work you've put into it. But my mind is made up. If you don't mind, I really should be going now." She rose from her chair, smoothing her hands over her skirt once more. Malakai nodded slowly, his expression resigned. "I see. Well, I respect your decision, India. I wish you all the best." India inclined her head. "Thank you, Malakai. And I'm sorry I have to leave so soon, but I have somewhere I need to be." "Oh, so soon. Where are you going though?" Malakai asked, his brows furrowing once more. "I need to get to the hospital as soon as possible," India replied, her voice soft. "Hospital? Are you sick?" "Oh no... I'm actually going to visit Alexande

Shortly afterward, Valerian heard the sound of approaching footsteps. He lifted his gaze, and a moment later, the man he had saved at the hospital came into view.Valerian recognized him at once.But unlike before, when Patrick had looked pale and almost lifeless, he now appeared remarkably healthy. The weakness that had once weighed heavily on his features was gone, replaced by a vibrant complexion and a much steadier presence. It was hard to believe that this was the same man who had been convulsing on a hospital bed only hours earlier.Patrick walked toward him and stretched out his hand."I'm Patrick Marl. Nice to meet you, Mr. Valerian."Valerian took his hand and gave it a firm shake."Nice to meet you too, Mr. Marl."Patrick sat down on the sofa opposite him, his expression filled with sincere gratitude."First of all, I owe you my life. I've been fighting this unknown illness for years. I underwent countless tests and full-body scans, visited different hospitals, and consulted

It had been two hours since Valerian was locked inside the prison cell. He sat quietly on the narrow bench, his back resting against the wall as he waited, completely unbothered by the situation.He had underestimated Kaleb.That man's jealousy was worth watching.Valerian had expected resistance, perhaps skepticism or even hostility, but he hadn't anticipated that Kaleb would go as far as having him arrested simply because he had demonstrated knowledge the doctor couldn't comprehend. There was something deeper behind Kaleb's actions, and Valerian intended to find out what it was.Just as he was beginning to reconsider the situation, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the dim hallway.Valerian lifted his gaze.A police officer appeared, his keys rattling against his belt as he approached the cell. He stopped in front of the bars and inserted one of the keys into the lock.The metallic click echoed through the corridor."Come on," the officer said lazily. "Someone has ba

Valerian snatched the neural stimulation unit from the nurse and placed the electrode pads against the patient's temples."Monitor his pulse.""It's still unstable," the nurse said."I know." He adjusted the controls, watching the patient's violent convulsions carefully. Instead of increasing the stimulation, he lowered it to a controlled pulse, then pressed two fingers against the patient's neck, feeling for the rhythm beneath his skin. "Start the magnesium sulfate," he ordered.The nurse immediately administered it. Valerian kept his fingers against the patient's neck, counting silently as the machine delivered another controlled pulse. The patient's body suddenly jerked violently. "Hold him." Two nurses secured his shoulders. Valerian watched the monitor, but the numbers told him nothing he could use. The administered should have eased the spasming by now. It hadn't. "It's not working," the nurse said, glancing at him.

"You seem to know where I can find them," Valerian said, his gaze fixed on the doctor. "So where can I find them?"Dr. Kaleb didn't answer.He simply turned and headed out of the office, his footsteps carrying him into the hallway.Valerian followed without hesitation, falling into step beside him.If he wanted to force the truth out of Kaleb through more aggressive means, he could have. He already knew the doctor was withholding information, and Valerian was well aware of how to make people surrender the answers he sought. But he chose not to; this wasn't the place for that.Kaleb was connected to Minerva, and despite his impatience, Valerian had no intention of destroying a potential opportunity simply because the doctor was being difficult. There were better ways to get what he wanted.The two men continued down the polished corridor, their footsteps echoing faintly against the marble floor. Nurses and hospital staff moved around them, occasionally glancing in their direction befor

Kaleb's face twisted with rage, the composure he had maintained throughout the conversation finally beginning to fracture."Are you trying to insult me, Mr. Valerian?" he demanded, his voice sharp with indignation.Valerian, however, remained completely unfazed. A cold smirk slowly appeared on his lips as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed steadily on the doctor."I'm not trying to insult you, Doctor Kaleb. You're simply seeing this the wrong way," Valerian replied calmly. "As an assistant to the head doctor of this hospital, you shouldn't downgrade yourself like this."Kaleb's jaw tightened."What exactly do you want me to do?" he snapped. "Lie to you and pretend that I can treat something I cannot?"Valerian's face betrayed nothing."Doctor Kaleb, you know what Nythra Venom is. You're not a child, and you're certainly not an inexperienced physician. You know the severity of this toxin, and you know there are substances capable of counteracting it."Kaleb's forehead cr

"It's about my sister, Crystal. She has been suffering from blindness for five years now," Valerian said.Dr. Kaleb leaned back in his chair, his fingers resting against the edge of the desk as he listened."Go on.""Five years ago, Crystal was involved in an accident that damaged her eyesight. We never found out exactly what happened. She came home that day already blind, and from that moment onward, we tried everything we could to restore her vision. We took her to different hospitals, consulted several doctors, ran countless examinations, but every answer led to the same conclusion — they told us that the damage to her eyesight was permanent."Valerian paused briefly, his expression becoming more serious."But yesterday, I noticed something unusual."Dr. Kaleb's eyes narrowed."When Crystal was crying, I noticed that her tears were unusually thick and whitish. That isn't what normal tears should look like, so I looked at her more closely, and that's when I realized something w