Novels by PreshBee Falre

Four years later “Liana you better stop running or you will fall!" Charlotte called out to her four years old daughter who ran outside as he brother chased her giggling. The twin brother came wheezing past his mother as she gathered their toys which they left haphazardly all over the living room. “Adrian come here right now and put on this jacket, it’s cold outside” she noticed he had not put on his jacket like his sister. Adrian did not come back but she could still hear their laughter outside. As if on cue thier father came downstairs with bed hair, he had just woken up from a nap. “Alphonse please control your children, they’re giving me a hard time today” she complained and picked up the last you. “Good Afternoon to you too Mrs Edmund” he said and kissed her on the cheek before going into the kitchen. He had changed his name officially to his father's name after the gruesome death of Ursula, as a way to keep the name of his father alive. That meant he also had to change h

"Get my bag from the car you incompetent fool and stop staring at me like that" Ursula yelled at the new young man who had been hired two days ago to be her personal body guard and helping hand. "I'm sorry ma'm" he apologized quickly and ran to get her bag. "What's your name? Who hired you?" She asked him in pure anger but before he could reply she turned to the head of her staff, a grumpy looking burly man who stood far away. "Who hired him!" She yelled at the man who ran up to her. "I did" he replied her fearlessly. "What were you thinking hiring someone as useless as yourself?" She insulted the man who only rolled his eyes at her, he was used to her insults by now and was only working for the woman because he needed the money. "He is good at his job, he was recommended by an agency that is very good at recruiting body guards and personal assistants" he said and Ursula looked at him in disgust. "First thing tomorrow morning, get me someone who knows his job and looks a little

A week later. "Baby! Can you get me the sunscreen!" It was not a request and Alphonse knew it so he stopped what he was doing and quickly went to bring the sunscreen for his wife. It was a week after their wedding and they were having their honeymoon in thier private beach house in Monaco, Italy. "Don't you just love how you boss me around?" He bent and kissed her, blocking the sun touching her body which was draped in a bikini. "Are you complaining?" She asked as her hand snaked around his neck and found its was into his hair. "Not at all my love" he said and kissed her again while Charlotte smiled. "How are you loving being back in your hometown?" He asked her as he came around her and sat on the beach bed, popping the lotion bottle open and getting ready to go to work. "My parents met here, and I am loving the fact that I came here with the man I love and married and plan on starting a future with" she said and started to untie the straps of her bikini. "I love you" he remi

“You did that to my mother, ruined my life and my family’s and you have the nerve to stand before God and get married?” Vivian stumbled with a bottle of Alcohol towards the altar. “What is she doing here?” Charlotte asked getting angry at the sight of the other woman. “How did she get in here?” Carla asked dropping her bouquet of flower and stepping forward. "Today I will put my hands on her" she said walking towards her but Everest was quick to stand up and hold his wife. The whole church was turned into an uproar. "Don't do that Carina, sit down" Everest was also holding Carina back. “Father, give us fifteen minutes. I need to get this sorted out” Alphonse said with a sigh. Charlotte looked very sad and angry at the interruption at her wedding. Vivian was ruining the one day that was supposed to be the happiest in her life. “It will be okay baby, I will get her out of here as soon as I can” Alphonse said as he hooked a finger under her chin. Charlotte nodded wordlessly and

"Oh my Lord, you look absolutely gorgeous!" "Stunning!" "You think so?" Charlotte turned with a nervous smile. Both Jennifer, Paul's mother and Hannah, Alphonse's mother came into the room with praises. "We don't think so, we know so honey. You are the most beautiful bride I have seen in a while. Don't let Jillian hear this by the ways" Jennifer said and they all laughed. "I am nervous" Charlotte said and both mothers looked at themselves before coming to seat on each of her side and held her hand. "It is your wedding day baby, it is understandable if you get scared. I mean we both never had weddings at this age but I knew if we had we would be as anxious as you are now, right Jennifer?" Hannah asked Jennifer who quickly nodded. "Right" she replied. "It's okay to be nervous baby, you're leaving your life as a single woman to start new with someone else. But you love him don't you?" Jennifer asked her and Charlotte nodded quickly. "I do" she smiled as the thought of A

"Do you have plans for today?" Alphonse asked Charlotte as he kissed her lovingly.They had just had another bout of morning sex."Not really, I just plan on being lazy all day" she said and hooked one of her legs on his bare waist, their sweat and after sex juice rubbing against each other and staining the sheets."How about you being lazy about me?" He asked and kissed her again."Who else was I supposed to waste my day with?" She giggled as he burrowed his face into her neck."I'm glad I'm the only one on your mind" he said and kissed her cheek again."Mhmm" she laughed and licked her lips."Remember those sundresses you used to like back then?" He asked her and she turned in the bed to face him."Yes""Do you still like them?" He asked her and she smiled."Of course, they're my to go dresses when I want to relax and I planned on wearing one today. Look at the coincidence" she said and Alphonse laughed."Uhhh..." he hesitated and scratched his brow."Spill" she said to him as she k

The safehouse was a concrete box hidden beneath a nondescript warehouse in the industrial district. There were no windows. There were no soft edges. The walls were painted a flat, sterile grey that soaked up the light. I had designed this place myself. It was a replica of the cell I had occupied in Iron-Gate, right down to the humming of the fluorescent lights and the heavy, airless silence.Kael and his men dropped Henry and Bernadette into two metal chairs bolted to the floor. They ripped the hoods off their heads.Bernadette blinked rapidly, squinting against the harsh glare of the overhead bulbs. Her makeup was smeared. Her hair, usually perfect, was a tangled mess. She looked around the room, her chest heaving. Henry was shaking so hard the metal chair rattled against the bolts."Where are we?" Henry croaked. He looked at the heavy steel door. "Thiago, listen. This is kidnapping. You can't do this. We have rights."I didn't answer. I pulled a wooden stool across the floor. The sc

The SUVs killed their lights two miles out. We moved through the darkness of the coastal road like a fleet of shadows. The only sound was the crunch of gravel and the low hum of the engines. I looked at the tablet in my lap. The green line of the north fence was blinking."Julian, give me the signal," I said into my headset."Wait for it," Julian’s voice came back, crackling with static. "The guards are walking away from the gate. Three. Two. One. North sector is dark. You have ten minutes, Thiago. Go."Kael floored it. The SUV jumped forward, smashing through the flimsy chain-link gate that led to the service road. We raced up the winding path toward the main house. The Mercer estate was huge, a sprawling mass of white stone and glass sitting on the edge of the cliffs."Deploy the scramblers!" Kael shouted.Two of my men leaned out the windows and tossed small, metallic pucks onto the lawn. They landed with a soft thud, immediately emitting a high-frequency pulse that would fry any w

The map on the digital table was a glowing green skeleton of the Mercer estate. It sat on a jagged piece of coastline, surrounded by water on three sides and a ten-foot stone wall on the fourth. It was a beautiful place, the kind of place people go to feel untouchable. I stood over it, my hands pressed against the edge of the table."Mercer doesn't use standard security," Kael said. He pointed to several red dots moving along the perimeter. "These aren't just guards. They’re ex-military contractors. They carry heavy gear, and they don't ask for identification before they shoot.""I don't care what they carry," I said. "Sasha said the north gate guards were paid. Is that confirmed?"Kael nodded. "Julian intercepted a wire transfer an hour ago. Two of the men on the midnight shift just got a very large deposit in a Cayman account. They’ll pull the sensors on the north fence for exactly ten minutes. If we aren't through by then, the backup generators will kick in and the whole place will

The War Room was glowing with a cold, blue light. I stood in the center of the floor, staring at the map of the Mercer Cliffs on the main screen. It was a massive estate on the edge of the water, guarded by stone walls and high-end security. I had what I wanted. I had the coordinates. But the victory felt like ash in my mouth.I kept seeing James's face in the back of my mind. I kept hearing the sound of that watch hitting the bottom of the wooden box."Julian, tell me you have a lock on that sedan," I said. My voice was low, but it had an edge that made the room go quiet.Julian didn't look up from his monitors. His fingers were flying across the keys. "I’m trying, Thiago. Sasha is using a signal scrambler I haven't seen before. It’s like her car is jumping from one satellite to another. Every time I get a ping, it vanishes.""Try harder," I snapped."I am trying!" Julian turned around, his face red. "You’re asking me to find a ghost in a city made of shadows. Sasha didn't just walk

The black SUV screeched to a halt in front of the narrow alleyway in Harlem. I didn’t wait for Kael to open the door. I was out and moving before the engine had even cut off. Behind me, four of my security men tumbled out of the chase vehicle, their hands hovering near their jackets. They looked like shadows in the dim streetlights."Stay sharp," I told them. "If anyone moves inside, pin them. I want Sasha alive.""Understood, sir," Kael said. He moved to the front of the group, his face a mask of professional focus.We reached the entrance to The Blue Note. The heavy steel door that had been guarded by a giant of a man only a few days ago was now slightly ajar. It swung back and forth in the wind, the metal hinges letting out a slow, rhythmic groan. I pushed it open with my foot, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs.I expected the smell of gin and expensive smoke. I expected the low, mournful sound of the piano. Instead, the air was cold and dead. It smelled like dust

The watch felt like a piece of ice in my palm. I stared at the blackened silver, my thumb tracing the letters of David’s name. Suddenly, the room around me started to blur. The sound of Melanie’s voice calling my name faded into a distant hum. The smell of the penthouse—the expensive candles and clean air—was replaced by something thick and suffocating.I smelled wet asphalt. I smelled burning rubber.The flashback hit me like a physical punch. I wasn't standing in a penthouse anymore. I was back in the car. The rain was drumming on the roof like a thousand tiny hammers. David was laughing about something, showing me a file. Then, the lights appeared.In the memory, I looked at the side mirror. A pair of high beams blinded me. I saw the face of the driver in the truck behind us for just one second. He wasn't wearing a mask. He wasn't hiding. He was leaning forward, his teeth bared in a grin, his eyes flat and dead.It was James. It had always been James."Thiago! Look at me!"Melanie’s