Novels by Alfred ifeanyi

Zed sat comfortably in his chair, his left elbow resting against the desk in front of him while his right hand held his phone. Seated across from him were four of his most trusted employees: Steve, Amanda, Christopher, and Han.Christopher was one of Zed's top engineers—young, talented, and full of innovative thinking. Han, on the other hand, was a middle-aged man, seasoned and deeply respected within the company. He was one of the sharpest minds Zed had ever worked with. The way Han brainstormed and delivered fresh ideas was on another level entirely—almost as if inspiration itself flowed through him.But Han’s value to Zed extended far beyond his intelligence. He was connected—deeply connected. Friends in high places, across various top-tier engineering firms in the city, often made the impossible possible for him. Through those connections, Han had helped Zed acquire advanced engines and rare equipment from elite manufacturers. Engines that were considered off-limits, even to other

Zed stood there in the hallway, his gaze fixated on his personal office that was located a few paces away from where he was, and a slight look of puzzlement etched on his face.As he glanced at the door, he noticed it was slightly open, and that alone made him extremely confused."Why is it open?" he wondered, then slowly began to walk towards it. He advanced with caution, his gaze never leaving the door.Zed finally halted his steps in front of the door and glanced at it for a few moments before raising his right hand to push it open. The door creaked the second he pushed it, and his eyes widened slightly."I remember locking this door the last time I was in here... I always lock it whenever I leave." He mused silently. "So why is it unlocked?"Zed opened the door wider before stepping inside slowly, and as he did, he scanned the place thoroughly.This room was where he kept important documents. Documents like his house ownership papers, vehicle documents, essential receipts, contrac

The early morning sun rose steadily over the horizon, its golden rays piercing through the translucent curtains and flickering into the spacious room. Streams of sunlight danced across the furniture until they landed squarely in the eyes of Zed Zimmerman, rousing him from his slumber. He stirred gently, letting out a soft yawn as he sat upright, blinking against the light.Swinging his legs off the bed, he slowly stood, stretching his limbs with a grunt. He rolled his ankles and flexed his calves, noticing something immediately—the soreness in his legs was completely gone.“Finally,” Zed muttered under his breath, a faint smile crossing his face as he walked over to the window and paused.He stood still, gazing through the large window that overlooked the grounds below. The estate bathed in soft sunlight, birds flitting through the trees, and the dew still clinging to the grass created a quiet serenity. Yet, despite the peaceful scenery, Zed’s mind was far from calm. Thoughts clouded

Lucas stood motionless in the small, dimly lit office of Zed Zimmerman, his hands still clutching the worn leather journal, his eyes transfixed on the yellowing page before him. The warm glow from the antique desk lamp cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the dust particles swirling lazily in the air. Lucas’s brow furrowed as he read, his expression clouded with confusion.Nothing he was reading made sense. No matter how carefully he studied the journal, no matter how many times he reread the cryptic lines, comprehension remained stubbornly out of reach. The words taunted him—clear in form, yet cloaked in mystery.“What does he mean by ‘system’?” Lucas wondered silently, his eyes never leaving the page. “System? As in a computer system? But that makes no sense. I’ve never heard of a computer that gives its owner money… let alone that kind of money.”Zed hadn’t written much about the system in the journal. He hadn’t explained what it was or where it came from. All he did was

Lucas watched him leave, then slowly lowered his gaze and began to ponder.“Tonight might be the perfect time to take a look around this mansion. I might not get another chance to be in here,” he mused silently, scanning the entire living room with a thoughtful expression. “When everyone’s asleep, I’ll take a look around. Who knows what I’ll find.”The two men sat there in silence for a while longer before finally rising to their feet. Together, they picked up the plates from the dining table and carried them into the kitchen. They ensured all the plates and utensils used for dinner were now in the sink before turning their attention to the table itself. They cleaned the entire surface meticulously, and soon, it sparkled just as brightly as it had before they’d started eating.“So... where are the rooms located?” Lucas inquired, breaking the silence. “You've been in this mansion before, so you should know.”“Uhm... I think there are about three extra rooms located upstairs beside the

Zed and his workers still sat around the grand dining table, each of them quietly finishing off the remnants of their feast. The once-overflowing dishes were now nearly empty, their appetites thoroughly satisfied. Their stomachs were full, visibly bulging from the sheer quantity they had consumed. Slowly, the rhythm of eating came to a halt—none of them could manage another bite.Zed leaned back in his chair, sighing with satisfaction as he reached for a glass of red wine. He brought it to his lips and took a slow sip, letting the rich flavor settle on his tongue before swallowing.“The food was really good,” Lucas murmured, still chewing the last morsel of meat in his mouth.“I know, right? Kimberly’s an amazing cook,” Zed replied with a light chuckle, taking another sip from his glass. “Now that we’re all done eating, we should get some sleep. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m exhausted... I feel like I could pass out at any moment,” he added in a sluggish tone, his voice heavy w

"What do you mean some men are there and they want to kill Kelly and her son?" Kael questioned after hearing Camille’s words."I don't know exactly what's happening, but ever since they went upstairs, I've been hearing gunshots. I think they killed all the guards stationed in front of Edward's room, and now they're in to attack them," Camille articulated."That's bad. How many of them are there?" Kael inquired."I don't know. Not up to seven," Camille informed in a hushed tone."Alright. Thanks for the information. I'll let the boss know immediately," Kael bellowed."Alright. Please com—"BAM!Before she could finish her words, the entrance door flew open, and in came a man. Tall and muscular, clad in a long native attire, and his face thick with beards.When he spotted Camille making a call, his expression darkened, and he raised his pistol."You stupid bitch!" he spat. "Who were you calling?! The cops?!"The phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor, and her heart raced. She rai

Mohammed lowered his gun slowly, his gaze shifting toward Aunt Kelly and her son, Edward, who were currently hiding behind the hospital bed."Aunt Kelly..." Mohammed said, his tone deep and menacing. "It's so good to finally see you."A shocked expression appeared on Kelly's face after hearing those words, and she managed to summon the courage to speak up.“H-H-How do you know my name?” she stuttered."Oh, I know a lot of things," Mohammed responded casually. "I know that's your son, Edward, and I know about his condition. He’s been suffering from one disease after another, and he only just started to recover. I've been keeping an eye on you. They say the best way to defeat your enemy is to study them first. And that’s exactly what I’ve been doing."Kelly swallowed hard after hearing those words, and cold sweat trickled down her face."Who are you? And what do you want?" she questioned, her voice trembling with fear and her heart pounding in her chest. Edward, who sat on the tiled flo

The woman’s eyes widened in terror the moment she caught sight of the gun in the man’s hand. Her heart pounded violently within her chest, each thump echoing like a war drum in her ears.“Tell me where the room is,” Mohammed said, his voice calm yet filled with threat, “and I will spare your life... and the lives of every worker here. Refuse, and there will be a massacre. Every single one of you will die. So start talking.”Cold sweat trickled down her temples as his words sank in. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, fear twisting her stomach into knots.“T-The elevator... over there,” she stammered, her voice shaky and drenched in terror. “Use it to get to the top floor. You’ll find Edward and his mother in the last room.”“Are they alone?” Mohammed pressed. “Or do they have company?”“There are guards up there with them,” she confessed quickly. “They arrived just moments ago.”“Guards, eh?” he murmured. “Are they armed?”She nodded frantically.“How many?”“I... I counted just

Back in the hospital...Aunt Kelly sat down on the chair beside the bed where her son, Edward, lay. The room was silent, and the only sound that could be heard was the beeping of the monitor that echoed occasionally. Kelly almost drifted off to sleep before she noticed a movement in her son's bed.She rose to her feet swiftly and turned her gaze toward him.Edward’s eyes were now open, and that alone brought a smile to her face."Mother," he said softly."Welcome back, my son," Aunt Kelly replied warmly, a smile gracing her lips."How long was I asleep?" Edward asked, his voice barely above a whisper."Well, it's been 28 hours since the doctor injected you... you've been asleep since then," Kelly responded."I see," Edward mused, then slowly sat upright."You shouldn't be moving your body like that. You should lie still," Kelly cautioned. "I'll go inform the doctor that you're awake.""Don't worry about that, Mother. I don't feel like seeing any doctor right now," Edward said, his voi

"Am I hallucinating right now, or is Lorenzo standing right in front of me?" Matteo Montanari exclaimed as he approached Scott."Hello, Matteo. It's been a while." Scott said with a slight smile, and his gaze fixated on Matteo."It's been a while? Dude, we haven't seen in forever." Matteo blurted, and when he was directly in front of Scott he wrapped his arms around him. They hugged for a few seconds before Scott finally pulled away. "Where have you been, man?""Around. I've been traveling the world." Scott responded casually."I see. You look different. Fiercer..like a man who's been through hell." Matteo Montanari stated. "Are you sure all you she was travel around the world for adventure and vacation?" "Well, I never said I traveled around for a vacation or adventure...I had to take care of stuffs in different countries." Scott responded."What kind of stuffs?" Matteo inquired."Dangerous stuffs. War, killing, and other dangerous stuffs. But now's not the time to talk about that."

Scott leaned forward in his seat, his eyes unwavering as they locked onto Aunt Kelly’s. “I came here seeking your advice, Aunt Kelly. I know I’ve already made my decision—I just need to hear it from you. Should I proceed this way? Or would you rather I do something else?” His voice was low but resolute, laced with the weight of a decision that could change everything.Aunt Kelly, who had been standing a few paces away in silence, let out a long, tired sigh. Her eyes shimmered faintly with concern as she walked slowly toward him. She rested a soft hand on his shoulder, her touch warm, maternal.“You do whatever you have to,” she said gently. “I believe in you.”Their eyes met. Scott nodded—once, firmly—before rising to his feet. He slid his hands into the pockets of his long coat and turned toward the door.“I’ll be leaving now,” he said. “Look after Edward until the guards arrive. I’m going to meet Matteo of House Montanari. I’ll inform him about the case and convince him to give me h

After tossing the body of the first guard overboard, he shifted his gaze towards the second one and began to walk towards him. His blood-soaked dagger clenched tightly in his right hand as he advanced forward. When he arrived behind him he wrapped his left arm around his neck, and with his right hand gripping his dagger he attempted to slit his throat but the man was quick.He grabbed Oswald's arm, preventing him from using his dagger. After grabbing his dagger he placed his right leg on the wall and pushed himself backwards with full force until both him and Oswald fell. Oswald swiftly rose back to his feet, and when the man attempted to grab his gun that fell from his hand after they landed, he charged forward and shoved him to the floor. After successfully shoving him to the floor Oswald sat above him and grabbed his neck with both hands.He tightened his grip around his neck, squeezing the life out of him. The man struggled to set himself free but Oswald's strength was overwhelm

The ship sailed through the waters slowly, the night was quiet am cold as Oswald stood on the edge, his eyes scanning the area, while Edwin was standing a few meters behind him. They've been out here for a while now. After defeating the first set of Gambino boys they encountered earlier there haven't been a sign of anyone else, not even a sign of the shipment.Oswald had assumed it would arrive a few minutes after the fight, but was now close to an hour and still no sign of anything. All they could see around them were water and more waters.Edwin couldn't handle the awward silence anymore so he decided to speak up."Do you think they took another route? They probably found out we were trying to steal it from them so they decided to deliver it in a different area." Edwin bellowed."No, I don't think so. No one knows we are out here. No one knows what we are planning to do. The only people that knows has been killed by me, you saw it. It might take longer than we thought but they'll d

Oswald crouched beside the railing, his gaze still fixed on the direction of Gambino's boat. He attached a silencer, and a soft clicking sound echoed through the stillness. Oswald loaded the magazine, the bullets glinting in the fading light. He chambered a round, the mechanism snapping into place with a satisfying crunch. With a deep breath, he settled into position, his finger resting on the trigger.He aimed for one of the Gambinos before pulling the trigger and the man dropped dead right where he was with blood splattering around the place."Sniper! Everyone, take cover!" One of them voiced out as they swiftly took cover. "Any idea where he's shooting from?" He asked."No, Sir. We can't see him anywhere around meaning he's attacking from a long range. We also can't counter because our guns are only short range guns." Another comrade responded with his heart racing."Darn it. Who could it be?" He spat.Oswald lowered the sniper after they all took cover, and he shifted his gaze bac

Edwin and Oswald exited the wheat farm and began to head towards the docks. They walked for a few moments before they finally arrived there.A medium-sized ship was already waiting for them there, and a man could be seen on the ship. The man seemed to be in his late forties, clad in a dirty brown suit, and a brown hat was sitting on his head."Evening, Uncle Duncan. Thanks for preparing the ship just like I asked." Oswald stated with a smile on his face.The man in a dirty brown suit, known as Uncle Duncan, got off the ship and walked towards Oswald."This is very dangerous, Oswald, why did you have to bring your younger brother?" Uncle Duncan asked with a slight frown as he glanced at Edwin."Because, Uncle Duncan, you and Edwin are the only people I trust in the entire world. I would have asked you to come with me but my father needs you back home and it will look suspicious if you are nowhere to be found. That's why I asked him to come along." Oswald replied audibly as he lit a cig

Edwin drove his car through the dimly lit street of Newcastle. The streets were almost pitch black and empty, and the only source of light was the light from his car. Driving a few meters behind him was Marcellus. Marcellus had his gaze fixed intently on Edwin's car."What are you up to?" He mused while driving forward. Marcellus suspected that Oswald and Edwin were responsible for the death of Timothy Hardcastle but he was unable to prove anything. Without any proof no one would believe a word he says.So right now that he caught Edwin leaving the mansion and driving his car towards a strange area he was sure they were up to something. And maybe if he follows them he might get concrete evidence against them.Edwin drove for several minutes, making his way towards the docks. He rotated the steering of the car and took a turn to a different street. The moment he arrived in the street, Oswald emerged from the shadows and stood in front of his car.Edwin's eyes widened in shock after ca

There are seven big families in England. These families aren't like the rest of the families, they are wealthy, famous, and very powerful. They also have connections with some governments and military around the world.The seven families are the Hardcastles family. The Hardcastles family owns the whole of Sunderland. The city is their own territory. The second family is the Blackwood family, and they own Newcastle.The third family is the Manchester family. The Manchester family's territory is located in Manchester City, and they are considered one of the biggest among the seven families.The fourth is the Windbreaker family. Unlike the rest of the family, the Windbreaker family are sharing a territory with another member of the seven families known as the Stark family. And the city they are both in is Nottingham Forest.The sixth family is the Greenwoods family... And their territory is located in Watford. And the sixth family is known as the Kargeyryan family. The Kargeyryan family