Novels by PreshBee Falre

The tires of the black SUV screeched against the salt-stained asphalt of the industrial district near the Teterboro airport. Rain began to fall, a cold, needle-like drizzle that blurred the neon signs of the surrounding warehouses. Thiago sat in the passenger seat, his eyes fixed on a silver sedan weaving through the sparse early-morning traffic two hundred yards ahead. "That’s her," Melanie said, her hands gripping the steering wheel at ten and two. Her voice was flat, the professional calm of a hunter who had finally cornered her prey. "How are you so sure?" Thiago asked, his voice a low vibration of restrained violence. "We haven't seen the Governess’s face in five years. Even Stephen said she was a ghost, a woman who changed identities like she changed her shoes." "It’s not the face, Thiago. It’s the habit," Melanie replied, her eyes never leaving the silver car. "Look at how she takes the corners. She’s tapping the brakes in a three-beat rhythm—it’s an old tactical driving hab

The black SUVs tore through the overgrown gravel path leading to the edge of the upstate property, their headlights cutting through the thick, pre-dawn mist. This was the land Thiago had once known too well—the smell of damp earth and rotting hay, the place where the Hastings had once forced him to sleep in a stable while they toasted to their success in the main house.Thiago stepped out of the lead vehicle before it had even fully stopped. He was dressed in tactical gear now, a heavy Kevlar vest pulled tight over his black shirt. Melanie was beside him, her pistol drawn and held low."Scouts!" Thiago barked.A man in a dark grey uniform emerged from the shadows of the leaning barn. He shook his head, his face grim. "It’s cold, sir. We breached the perimeter five minutes ago. There’s no sign of movement."Thiago didn't wait for an invite. He kicked the sagging wooden door of the farmhouse open. The hinges groaned, a sound like a dying animal. Inside, the air was stale, smelling of ch

The sun was too bright. That was my first thought as I stepped out of the armored SUV. I adjusted my sunglasses and scanned the treeline of the private park. It was a beautiful place, tucked away behind high stone walls and iron gates that I had paid a fortune to keep locked. The grass was a deep, healthy green, and the air smelled like pine and fresh water. It was supposed to be a quiet family afternoon. "Sir, the perimeter is set," Marcus, my lead security detail, whispered into his sleeve. He was standing six feet behind me, wearing a tactical earpiece and looking like he was expecting a small army to storm the sandbox. "Good. Tell the snipers on the north ridge to stay out of sight," I said, my voice low. "I don't want Daniel to see the sun glinting off a lens while he's trying to eat a juice box." Melanie stepped out of the car next, holding Daniel’s hand. She looked at me, then at the four men in black suits standing at attention near the slide, then back at me. She sighed, a

The sun was beginning to set over the city, casting long, orange shadows across the floor of the hospital lounge. Thiago stood by the large window, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He was watching the lights of the city flicker on, but his mind was back in a dark prison cell. He was thinking about a man who had shared his bread and his secrets. He was thinking about David Holt.The door behind him opened, and Stephen walked in. He wasn't alone. He was followed by a man in a plain leather jacket who looked like he hadn't slept in a week."Thiago, this is Miller," Stephen said. "He is the head of the tracking team I told you about. They are the best in the business. If someone is moving on this planet, Miller usually knows about it."Thiago turned around. He didn't look like a billionaire right then. He looked like a man who was ready to break something. "Tell me you have a location, Miller. Tell me you found the ambulance that took David from the clinic."Miller took a breath an

The nurses had moved Daniel to a larger suite with a view of the East River. The room was filled with flowers, balloons, and enough stuffed animals to stock a toy store, but the boy wasn't interested in any of them. He was sitting upright in bed, propped up by four pillows, staring down at a plastic tray of hospital food with a look of deep suspicion.Thiago sat in a chair by the bed, watching his son. He had spent the morning trying to work on a laptop, but he kept closing it. It was impossible to focus on a global logistics merger when a five-year-old was dissecting a bowl of lukewarm vegetable soup like it was a crime scene."It’s too green, Dad," Daniel said, poking a soggy floret of broccoli with a plastic spoon.Thiago leaned forward. "It’s healthy, Daniel. The doctors said you need the vitamins to get your strength back."Daniel looked up, his silver eyes narrowing. "Vitamins should not be this soft. If I eat this, my brain will turn into mush. Auntie Mel says mushy food is for

The rhythmic pulse of the heart monitor shifted. It was no longer the steady sound that had filled the room for two days. The pitch grew sharper, the intervals shortening into a frantic, hurried beat.Thiago stood up so quickly his chair scraped harshly against the floor. He didn't call for a nurse. He didn't move his eyes from the small figure on the bed. His hands hovered over the railing, wanting to touch Daniel but terrified that he might break the fragile boy further."Melanie!" Thiago’s voice was a low, desperate command.Melanie bolted upright from the sofa, her eyes wide as she took in the flashing green numbers on the screen. "He’s waking up, Thiago. His brain is trying to reconnect. Just stay calm.""The numbers are too high," Thiago said, his breathing coming in shallow bursts. "Look at him. He’s struggling."Daniel’s head began to thrash weakly against the white pillow. His small fingers curled into claws, digging into the hospital sheets. A soft, muffled sound came from b

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