Novels by Jusuf Morris

“Forgive me,” Vivien murmured, bowing her head in regret.Selina’s lips curled into a triumphant sneer as everyone’s faces turned sour toward Vivien.“Don’t you know any manners? You should never give your own gift to someone else—it’s like you don’t even appreciate it.” Selina scolded, pretending to be wise, trying to turn everyone against Vivien. Especially Aaron.Women whispered and snickered, while the men looked disappointed in Vivien’s choice. As fellow guys, they could understand how Aaron felt.“I told her to do it.” Alexis’s voice cut through the tension. “Stop blaming Vivien.”“You did what?!” Aaron’s eyes nearly popped out. He was furious, but held himself back. Who was this guy, that Vivien would listen to him?“Why the hell did you do that?!” Gene snapped, eager to play hero in front of Aaron. When else would he meet the world’s sixth‑richest son? He wanted Aaron’s sympathy so his family business could boom like the others’.“Because we were accused of being thieves by a

A look of admiration curved Selina’s sexy lips as she kept her eyes on Nicolas. She had always admired the man’s personality. He always seemed cold and indifferent to everything around him, but deep down, she knew he was always paying attention.“You have a point,” Lauren said, clearly stunned.“Then what’s Simson’s reason for doing all this, dude?” Gene Costner, Nicolas’s close friend, asked curiously. Crazy rich family drama always attracted everyone’s attention—including his.“No idea. What’s strange is that he didn’t even show up at the party or hold a press conference. He just sent his lawyer.”“I’m getting curious about who actually owns Morris Corp,” Gene muttered.Everyone silently agreed with him.“I didn’t know children of billionaires liked gossip too,” Alexis commented with a soft chuckle.Immediately, everyone shot Alexis a sharp glare.“You weren’t invited, so shut up,” Lauren snapped.“I was just sharing my thoughts.”“You don’t need to get mad, Lauren. I’m pretty sure

Alexis cast a sidelong glance at Vivien, who kept admiring the watch Aaron had given her, an irritated look flickering across his face. It only got worse when she couldn’t stop smiling at it.“I want to buy that watch,” Alexis said coolly, snapping Vivien out of her thoughts.“I’m sorry, Young Master… what do you mean?”“I’ll give you something far better—more elegant, more expensive. But in return, you’ll have to give that watch to your friend as a birthday gift. We don’t have time to shop for another one.”Vivien paused, clearly considering it.“Well?” Alexis asked, his tone soft but firm.“Alright.” Vivien smiled, unable to defy her boss’s order.Alexis felt a small surge of satisfaction. He didn’t like the idea of Aaron using that watch to get close to Vivien—or to impress her. As a man himself, he could see through Aaron’s little game.Half an hour later, they arrived at one of the trendiest cafés in town, popular among the younger crowd.“Didn’t you say your friend was throwing

The more Alexis was challenged, the more determined he became to slap the truth in everyone's face—that he could buy every watch in this store if he wanted to.He strode toward the counter with confidence, but Vivien quickly grabbed his arm. “Alexis, please. If you do this, Selina will make it go viral. She loves spreading rumors, real or not. And if that happens, it won’t take long for the mafia to figure out who you are.”“But—”“I’m begging you, don’t let my father’s sacrifice, or mine, be in vain.” Her voice trembled as her eyes glistened with tears.Alexis let out a heavy sigh. He could never stand seeing her like this.“Alright… whatever you want,” he relented.Vivien bowed deeply to everyone around them. “We apologize for the unnecessary scene. We’re leaving now.”Just as they stepped toward the door, an alarm blared.They froze.Selina smirked silently. Her plan had worked.“Just like I said—she’s a thief.”“How dare you! Security!”The guards rushed over and searched Vivien’s

Vincenzo growled in fury, but he didn’t dare go against Mateo. He was terrified the man would spill his secrets.“Damn it! This is such a mess!”“What are you still standing there for?” one of the guests sneered. “Get lost! You don’t belong here!”Laughter erupted.Vincenzo’s fists clenched tightly. In his entire life, he’d never been humiliated like this.“No! This is a lie! You bastards!”THUD!Mateo stumbled back as Vincenzo’s fist slammed into his face.“You bastard! How dare you lay a hand on my master!”Four of Mateo’s bodyguards instantly retaliated, beating Vincenzo to the ground. Female guests screamed in terror, while the men stood frozen, tension stiffening their jaws.No one dared intervene—not when it came to the rightful heir of Morris Corp.“What the hell are you all doing?! Help me!” Vincenzo roared at his own men, who stood rooted in fear.The head bodyguard looked down at him coldly, unaffected by his bruises. “If you’re not the heir to Morris Corp, then you’re just

Vincenzo grinned with satisfaction as he stared at the forged signature of Raymond carved on his grandfather’s will.“Finally, I’ve taken full control of Grandpa’s fortune! No one can stop me now, not even that damn Raymond!”The man who had helped him forge the signature gave him a smug smile. “My job here is done. Congratulations on your success, Boss.”“You deserve a bonus for this. Hold on a sec.” Vincenzo signaled with a flick of his finger. Three men in black suits, wearing Bluetooth earpieces, walked in carrying three suitcases filled with cash.“Pleasure doing business with you,” Vincenzo said, still grinning.After the man left, Vincenzo called his assistant, Vivien.“Tomorrow, I want you to arrange a grand inauguration ceremony. Make sure you invite all the media, the top business families, and the biggest celebrities. They all need to witness the moment I’m officially named the heir of Morris Corp and crowned the richest man in the world!” He chuckled arrogantly, taking a l

Steve stared at the man with the dragon tattoo, eyes sharp and calculating. One million dollars. That wasn’t just the price of his fortune—it could cost him his life if he approached the syndicate unprepared. “I need two days,” Steve said steadily. “Give me the address.” The tattooed man raised an eyebrow, then pulled a slip of paper from his coat pocket. “Midnight. Old warehouse. Bring the money. Come alone, or we’ll split the woman in two. You might’ve saved her today, but tomorrow? She won’t be so lucky. If you go back on your word, my boss will hunt you and that woman down.” Steve took the paper without a flicker of emotion. His gaze shifted to the woman behind the car window—shaking, frozen in place. “What’s your name?” he asked as the tattooed man and his men backed away. The woman was silent for a few seconds before whispering, “Clarissa.” “Clarissa?” Steve nodded. So it was true. This woman was Mateo’s wife—and somehow, she was part of his dirty operations. ---

“Why did you appoint this stranger as the new CEO in your place, Dad?” Mateo asked, his tone polite but laced with irritation.“He once saved me from a pack of snakes,” Anderson replied coldly, his eyes narrowing on his son. “Besides, he’s someone I can trust.”The insult wasn’t lost on Mateo.Anderson didn’t have much of a choice—Mateo had successfully secured a vital partnership contract. But that didn’t mean he trusted the man. By putting Steve in the CEO seat, he could keep Mateo in check.Mateo’s jaw tightened, clearly annoyed.Anderson turned to Steve, offering a friendly pat on the shoulder. “He’s all yours now.”Steve nodded respectfully. “Thank you, Mr. Anderson.”With that, Anderson left, and the room tensed with unspoken rivalry.“You can leave now,” Mateo snapped, his stare like a dagger.Steve gave a slight nod, not in the mood to argue—especially after their last encounter. He offered a brief bow and exited the room.As soon as he shut the door behind him, a translucent

'Damn it! This guy’s strength is on a whole different level than normal humans. I’m even more sure now that Mateo is a system user! I can’t die at the hands of this bastard!' Steve muttered in frustration. Just as Mateo raised his leg to smash his skull, Steve rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack. Gasping for breath, he pushed himself up to his feet. "Now, you see the difference in our strength." Mateo smirked. Steve glanced at the exit with determination. ‘I have to get out of here before I die. Screw the quest!’ Without thinking, he yanked off his shirt, unintentionally showing off his muscles. Mateo eyed Steve warily, preparing for whatever was coming next. Judging by the look in Steve’s eyes, he wasn’t planning to run—he wanted revenge. "Let’s finish this." *** Steve limped down the hallway after barely escaping Mateo’s grasp. His ribs ached with every step he took. "Damn it! Why do I keep running into other system users? Marco was already a nightmare

"Activate Death Fist!" Mateo commanded in his mind, his anger boiling over. [Command received. Death Fist item has been activated.] Mateo threw his fist toward Steve’s face like a lightning bolt. His speed surpassed that of a sports car. He smirked. There was no way Steve could dodge this—one punch would be enough to kill him, as its power was equivalent to being hit by a car. Mateo's punch landed squarely on Steve’s jaw, but Steve didn’t even flinch. Mateo's eyes widened. *How is this possible?!* Steve grinned. “Is that all you've got?” [Iron Body item has been activated.] [Usage time: 5 minutes.] 'His strength is insane. Is he also a system user?' Steve wondered in shock. 'Or is it just because he’s used to fighting?''I need to figure this out.' "Don't underestimate me, bastard!" Mateo leaped high, spinning his body in an attempt to land a kick on Steve’s head. But Steve instinctively ducked, avoiding it with ease. Mateo’s kick sliced through the air, hitting noth

Steve closed the last of the 100 books after spending two hours in the library. He absorbed all the knowledge with the help of the system’s item, so he didn’t even need to read. After taking in all the material, Steve started writing a proposal to pour out his ideas. "I hope CEO Rodriguez likes my ideas." He headed to Rodriguez Corp and approached the receptionist. "Can I meet Mr. Rodriguez?" Steve asked politely. The woman glanced at his appearance from head to toe. “Do you have an appointment with him?” "No, I don’t." "Sorry, but you can't meet him." "Please, I have something important to discuss with him.""You should leave and fix your appearance first. You look like a homeless person." Steve was annoyed but didn’t want to argue. He didn’t have much time. "What's going on?"*Steve instinctively turned toward the voice. A man in his 30s was looking at him curiously. "This gentleman wants to meet Mr. Rodriguez." "Why are you looking for him?" the man asked. "I’m

The next day, Steve sat in his office at Anderson Corp, staring blankly at the transparent screen in front of him. His thoughts were tangled, his mind unable to focus. "How am I supposed to do this?" he muttered. For twenty minutes, he had been frozen in his chair, completely clueless about his next move. [Main Quest: Save Anderson's Daughter][Time Limit: Unlimited][Reward: Mystery]"I don’t even know who Anderson’s daughter is," Steve mumbled under his breath, rubbing his temple. A soft knock on the door broke his concentration. A beautiful woman entered, carrying several large gift boxes in her arms. She smiled politely as she approached him. “Excuse me, sir. Someone sent these as a congratulatory gift for your first day,” she said, placing the boxes on his desk. Steve’s brows furrowed. “Who sent them?” “I’m not sure, sir. Even the delivery person didn’t know,” she replied. A strange feeling crawled up his spine. Something about this didn’t feel right. “Thank you.