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

"Whistle did that to you?" Valerian's eyes turned red with anger, his voice trembling with barely restrained fury. "I'm going to fucking blow his brains off."Crystal sobbed, her body trembling as the memories resurfaced. Valerian forced himself to suppress his rage and reached toward her, gently wiping the tears from her cheeks with his thumb."Don't cry," he murmured, his voice softer now. "I'm going to fix everything, and I promise I'll make sure you get to step on Whistle's face yourself."Crystal lowered her head, another tear slipping down her cheek. Valerian carefully wiped it away.But the moment his thumb brushed beneath her eye, he suddenly stopped.Something had caught his attention.His brows knitted together as he stared at the moisture on his fingertip, his expression gradually shifting from anger to confusion.There was something unusual about her tears. Something he hadn't expected.Valerian's eyes narrowed as he looked back at his sister, his fingers still hoverin

Reyna returned moments later, holding the needle carefully between her fingers before handing it to Valerian.Valerian accepted it without a word.His expression remained intensely focused as he examined Minerva, his eyes moving over her pale face while his mind calculated the precise points he needed to stimulate. What he was about to perform was not ordinary acupuncture. It was a rare technique Alaric had taught him, known as Meridian Awakening Therapy, an ancient method that relied on precise pressure points to stimulate the body's dormant energy pathways.He positioned himself beside the bed and carefully steadied Minerva's head.Then, with extraordinary precision, he brought the needle toward her temple.Reyna's eyebrows knitted together.Valerian inserted the needle gently into one side of Minerva's head, then repeated the process on the opposite side, his movements controlled and deliberate. A tiny bead of blood gradually surfaced from the puncture point

As Valerian approached the entrance, one of the security guards immediately stepped forward, blocking his path."Yes, can I see your pass card?" the man asked, his tone professional, although his expression told a different story. His eyes slowly traveled over Valerian's clothes, lingering on his worn appearance with unmistakable skepticism, as though he were trying to determine what someone like him could possibly be doing inside such an exclusive hospital.Valerian didn't bother explaining himself.He simply reached into his pocket and produced the black card.The moment the security guard saw it, his entire demeanor changed.His eyes widened in recognition, and the skepticism that had been written all over his face vanished almost instantly. He straightened his posture and quickly stepped aside, opening the entrance for Valerian without asking another question."Please, go ahead, sir."Valerian walked through without acknowledging the sudden change in attitude.The moment he st

Roman sat in the living room, his body covered in bruises and his head still throbbing from the brutal beating he had endured. Several of his men surrounded him, their expressions tense as they remained on alert, while Roman sat rigidly in his chair, his anger barely contained.“I couldn't locate his whereabouts, Boss,” one of the men finally reported, his voice subdued as he lowered his head in defeat.Roman stared at him for a moment.Then he burst into a bitter laugh, the sound carrying more frustration than amusement. His head snapped toward the man, who immediately shifted uneasily under his gaze.Roman rose from his seat and walked toward him, his expression darkening with every step. Without warning, he struck the man hard across the face, the force of the blow making him stagger sideways.“Just one tiny job I gave you,” Roman snapped, his voice thick with fury. “Trace where the fuck he is going, and you couldn't even do that? Useless.”He kicked the man aside before pointing t

Roman had not expected the counterattack. Before he could recover, Valerian seized a fistful of his hair and yanked his head upward, forcing his face away from the glass, a thin stream of blood already running from his nose.Roman's friends shifted uneasily, exchanging apprehensive glances before slowly rising from their seats, their bodies tensing as they prepared to intervene.“Give up now and hand over the property to me,” Valerian said coldly, keeping his grip firm. “You would not want to end up even more destroyed than you already are.”“You must be joking,” Roman spat, his pride refusing to let him yield.With a sudden burst of strength, Roman tore himself free from Valerian's grip and immediately drove his foot into him. The impact forced Valerian to stagger backward, his balance slipping for a moment as Roman advanced and attempted another kick.This time, Valerian was ready.He caught Roman's foot midair, stopping the attack effortlessly, then his eyes flickered toward the ta

Valerian was growing increasingly impatient. He had no intention of wasting any more time in this place, he needed to finish what he had come here to do and check on his mother, especially after everything she had been through. He needed to know how she was responding to the medication and whether her condition was improving.Roman noticed the impatience etched across the man's face, the complete absence of hesitation in his demeanor, and the way his eyes remained fixed on him without the slightest trace of fear. This was not a man who had come looking for trouble for the sake of it, but neither was he someone Roman could intimidate easily.Still, Roman had no intention of entertaining him.He gave a dismissive nod toward his security.“Get him out. I do not know why he came here, and I have no idea what house he is talking about.”Roman returned to his seat as though the matter had already been settled, leaning back comfortably while taking a slow drag from the weed betw