Novels by Alfred ifeanyi

The deafening gunshot echoed in the sterile room. Salazar pulled the trigger without hesitation, sending a bullet tearing through the man’s left eye. Blood and brain matter splattered grotesquely across the walls and floor as the man collapsed instantly, dead before his body even hit the ground.The nurses screamed, several of them turning away and shielding their eyes, unable to bear the gruesome scene. One nurse dropped the tray she was carrying, the metallic clang lost under the chaos.Doctor Anderson, however, remained still. His face was an impassive mask, although the beads of sweat glistening on his forehead betrayed his fear. He struggled to maintain his composure, knowing any sudden movement could make him the next target.The two remaining guards panicked, their faces draining of color. Cold sweat poured down their temples, their breaths coming in shallow gasps.Without mercy, Salazar shifted his aim toward the second man. His finger tightened on the trigger again."Please..

Elsewhere in the city...Inside the largest and most prestigious hospital in the entire city — Pentagon Hospital — a man walked briskly down a wide, polished hallway.He appeared to be in his late forties, a man of commanding presence, dressed in a fitted brown suit with a matching brown top hat perched elegantly on his head. His expression was cold and sinister, the kind that sent shivers down the spines of anyone who dared to meet his gaze. He leaned slightly on a walking cane held firmly in his right hand, but his steps were purposeful, radiating dominance and lethal intent.Trailing behind him were two large men, their physiques nothing short of monstrous. Their bulky muscles strained against the fabric of their black suits, and their faces bore the hardened, emotionless expressions of men for whom human life held little to no value. They were living weapons — enforcers of violence and death.They moved forward with grim purpose, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the steril

Zed exited the lounge and made his way out of the building. As he stepped outside, he noticed that the hotel, which was once lively and bustling with people, was now almost empty. Most of the guests had already left after completing their interviews, while the ones who remained were either yet to be interviewed or had already been rejected and were now lingering around, hoping to plead for a second chance — or perhaps to bribe someone after the official proceedings had ended.Zed chose not to pay attention to any of them. Without sparing a second glance, he simply walked across the wide lobby, pushed through the heavy glass doors, and made his way towards his car parked a few meters away. He pressed the unlock button on his key fob, heard the soft beep, and pulled the car door open. Just as he was about to step inside, a voice called out from behind him."I thought you had already left," the voice said.Zed turned around slowly, his expression calm and unreadable. Standing a short dis

Mrs. Josephine's smile widened, her confidence unshakable."Because he is different from the rest," she declared, her tone brooking no argument. "He's not here for an interview. He's here because I want to convince him to work with me."Lisa gave another respectful nod before slipping quietly out of the room to deliver the instructions.Moments later, the door opened again, and Zed Zimmerman entered the VIP lounge. His calm, assured presence filled the room instantly. Mrs. Josephine welcomed him with a radiant smile, motioning for him to take a seat opposite her at the table. She offered him a drink, which he politely declined after a short conversation, and then they swiftly moved on to the real reason for their meeting.Mrs. Josephine didn't waste time.She laid out her proposal clearly and confidently — she was willing to invest a staggering sum of $25,000,000 into Zed's company. In return, she requested a percentage of ownership, a move that would allow his firm to expand rapidly:

"I know who he is," Zed finally said, his voice low and even."I know exactly who he is. And I know he's a Warlord."Nick blinked, stunned by how calm Zed remained."Look," Nick growled, lowering his voice slightly but not his intensity, "I don't know why you did what you did, and frankly, I don't care.All I know is that we—Mia and I—never asked for your help.Mia didn't ask you to help her, and neither did I.You did this all on your own.So if Salazar comes for blood—and he will—you’re on your own.We won't get dragged down with you.""I know that," Zed replied coldly."I’ll take responsibility for my own actions. I won’t drag anyone else into this."Nick stared at him, disbelief and anger battling for dominance on his face.What’s wrong with this guy? he thought. Why is he so damn calm? Does he even understand the kind of monster he just poked?"It’s clear you don’t know what kind of mess you’re in," Nick hissed bitterly."You have no idea what a Warlord can do—that’s the only rea

The muscular men lay sprawled across the polished concrete floor, their heavy frames motionless and battered. Their faces, once filled with bravado, were now bright red and disfigured with bruises. Blood trickled steadily from their mouths and broken noses, forming small dark puddles beneath their heads.Zed stood over them like a grim executioner, his fists still clenched so tightly that the veins on his arms bulged. His chest rose and fell with calm, controlled breaths, his sharp gaze fixated coldly on the defeated men.'I did improve after the skill leveled up,' Zed mused internally, the thought flashing through his mind like lightning.He knew without a doubt: if his martial arts skill hadn’t leveled up, this outcome would have been far less clean.He might still have scraped out a victory, sure—but it would have been ugly. It would have taken time, and the cost would have been steep: cuts, bruises, broken bones, perhaps even worse.But now, with the skill upgraded to Level 2, eve

Meanwhile… Elsewhere on Scott’s estate…In a quiet, deserted section of the property, four guards sat in a loose circle on wooden chairs, their flashlights clutched in their left hands while their rifles hung over their shoulders. The air was cool and thick with silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the chirping of distant insects.They were stationed near the outer boundary of the estate—a less-traveled area that bordered dense woods. "I can't believe boss is back, man." One of the guards said, raising his plastic and sipping the gin he held in his right hand."I can't believe that after all these months he finally returned. Many said he was dead, some said he abandoned the empire because of all the responsibilities. But he's finally back." Another guard spoke up, and a joyful expression evident on his face."I'm really glad he's back. Even though I haven't met him or see him, I know he's a good and generous man. He increases our salary every month back then. No

Scott walked up the staircase, ascending toward his room with slow, deliberate steps. When he reached the door, he paused for a moment before pushing it open. Scott stood silently at the threshold, his eyes sweeping across the space as a distant, unreadable expression settled on his face.The room was exactly as he had left it months ago. Not a single thing seemed out of place. There were no cobwebs in the corners, no dust blanketing the surfaces—clear evidence that the maids had continued tending to it regularly. They must have believed he would one day return, and they had kept it in perfect shape, almost as if time had stopped here."At least he didn't touch my room," Scott murmured to himself, stepping inside and gently closing the door behind him.He moved toward the bed and sat down heavily, leaning his elbows on his knees, his back hunched and his mind consumed with thought. His face remained expressionless, but his eyes told a different story—one of confusion, disappointment,

Scott ran his fingers through his sleek black hair and paced back and forth on the raised platform. The things he was hearing now were vastly different from how things had been just months ago. It felt like everything had changed completely—as if he had been gone for years—yet it hadn't even been a full year since his departure."You mean Sandro never used the money I sent him to support the companies?" Scott finally questioned, his voice edged with disbelief."No, he didn’t," Kael replied audibly. "Whenever I told him the company was running low on cash, he would say we should manage because you hadn’t been answering your calls. The company was slowly going bankrupt because there was no money to sustain it. That’s why I took those loans.""Sandro?" Scott echoed bitterly. "How could he do this to me? I trusted him.""I don’t think now is the time for you to worry about that, boss. You literally just got back home after months. You should’ve told me you were coming—I would have—""What

Kael stood motionless on the raised platform, a puzzled expression evident on his face as his eyes locked onto the sleek black car slowly driving onto the green field. The murmuring of the crowd faded into a tense silence as all heads turned to watch the vehicle approach. A thick wave of curiosity and unease swept through them, each person wondering who could possibly be inside.They all recognized the vehicle. It wasn’t just any car—it was a limousine reserved exclusively for the highest-ranking members of the empire. But all known high-ranking figures were already present on the field. The presence of this particular car raised an immediate and unsettling question: who else could it be?Down on the wooden platform, Jude Gallagher remained on his knees, his wrists still bound. He squinted at the advancing limousine, his breath caught in his throat. Then, slowly, a wide grin crept across his bruised face.“He’s… back,” he muttered softly, the words barely a whisper, yet somehow still

The sleek black limousine kept driving through the street, and after what seemed like forever, they finally arrived inside an estate. This estate belonged to Scott, and tall mansions could be seen here and there. Scott sat in the car, examining the whole estate through the window."How I've missed this place," he mused with a smile, and the Limo kept driving forward. But Scott noticed something was wrong."Where is everyone?" he asked, raising a brow."They're all at the green field. Kael is going to execute Jude Gallagher today. The man betrayed the empire, and today is the day he will be judged," Jerry responded."Jude Gallagher? The accountant?" Scott questioned."Yes, sir. Kael recently discovered that Jude has been stealing money from the company. He’s been using the funds he stole to build a gang. Kael found his little territory where he kept his weapons—guns, daggers, machetes... and other ammunition. He’s also been using the money to hire men to work for him. Kael says he's be

Elsewhere...Scott had already booked the flight and successfully paid all the bills. Now, he sat inside the plane after waiting for several minutes. He was seated by the window, and beside him was Ali. Ali had his head down, cold sweat trickling down his face as he muttered prayers under his breath.It felt like he was right back in Scott's jet, and it was crashing all over again. He hadn’t recovered from the shock and fear he felt during that incident, so right now, he was freaking out while sitting there.Scott, on the other hand, remained silent. His arms were folded, and his back leaned against the seat. His head was filled with thoughts, wondering how his home would look when he returned. It had been close to a year since he left, and he couldn't help but wonder how much had changed while he was away.He knew one thing for sure—things wouldn’t be the same. A lot must have changed, and many people might have even forgotten him.Scott pondered for several minutes, and when the pil

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