Novels by Alfred ifeanyi

Zed sat motionless, her words echoing in his mind like venomous fangs burrowing deep. He stared at her, his jaw tightening, his expression now an unreadable mask of quiet rage. The grin on her face made his blood boil.His eyes drifted away, subtly surveying the room.Two armed men stood flanking him on either side, each gripping an MP5 submachine gun. Their eyes were cold, their stances rigid—soldiers on alert. Two more guarded Miss Jessica, similarly armed and alert. In the corners of the room, five additional men loitered in strategic positions, hands near their weapons, watching Zed closely.He was completely surrounded.But not unarmed.His gaze returned to Miss Jessica, who was still basking in the illusion of control.“What do you even want with my company?” Zed asked, tone now measured. “After today, I doubt it’ll even function. I was planning to shut it down myself. What good is a dead company to you?”“What I plan to do with the company is none of your business, Zed,” she sn

The woman approached Zed and placed the documents on the table in front of him, neatly aligning them before setting the pen beside the stack."Those are the documents you need to sign, Zed. Since you're in a hurry, go ahead and sign them so we can get this over with," Miss Jessica bellowed, placing a cigarette between her lips. She took a long, leisurely drag before slowly exhaling a thick cloud of smoke that drifted lazily toward the ceiling.Zed cast a sharp glance in her direction, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched her. Then, with a subtle shift in his posture, he turned his gaze to the documents laid before him. Leaning forward, he picked up the pen and began to examine the papers.His eyes moved methodically across the text, scanning line after line. From the content so far, he understood that once he signed, Miss Jessica would become the new owner of the mall. That was their agreement—he had no issue with that. But as he continued to read, a frown slowly formed on his fa

Zed halted his steps the very moment he stepped out of the car, his eyes narrowing sharply as they locked onto the duo approaching him. Both men stood at a towering six feet tall, with muscles that rivaled professional wrestlers—bulging, firm, and intimidating. Their expressions were stone-cold, carved with menace, and each of them held a firearm as naturally as if it were part of their body. They marched forward like soldiers bred for nothing but bloodshed. When they were just a few paces from Zed, they came to an abrupt halt, boots pressing into the gravel with calculated authority.One of the men glared at Zed for a tense moment before finally speaking."What brings you here?" he asked, his voice deep, gravelly, and laced with quiet threat.Zed cleared his throat, straightening his posture slightly."My name is Zed. I spoke to Miss Jessica not too long ago. She gave me this address and asked me to meet her here," he replied, tone composed but firm.Upon hearing this, the man shift

Lucas halted his steps as he pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen. A slight furrow formed between his brows when he saw the name flashing across it.It was his boss—Santiago.Lucas stared at the name for a few moments, his eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out the reason for the unexpected call. The street he stood on was dimly lit and eerily quiet, with only the occasional flicker of a faulty streetlamp above. He glanced around warily to ensure he was alone before answering.“Hello, Boss,” he said in a low, cautious tone once the call connected.“Lucas... it’s been a long while,” Santiago’s deep voice echoed through the speaker.“You know you’re not supposed to be calling me, right?” Lucas muttered, keeping his voice hushed as his eyes darted around the shadows. “What if someone was beside me? You’re going to get me caught.”“I’m just calling to ask if you’ve seen the news recently,” Santiago said, ignoring Lucas’s concern, his tone laced with urgency.“You mean the thin

"I need your help, Lucas," Zed began, his voice low but urgent. "There's a place I have to be tonight. I don’t trust the person who invited me. It’s dangerous to go alone... and I need you to come with me.""I see," Lucas muttered thoughtfully. "What place, if I may ask? And at this hour of the night?"Zed exhaled deeply, his breath shaky. "It’s a long story, so I’ll skip the unnecessary details and go straight to the point. A woman I apparently offended weeks ago by buying a mall she had her eyes on just kidnapped Kimberly. Turns out, this woman leads a gang—and she’s extremely dangerous. To release Kimberly, she’s demanding that I come over to her territory and sign over the mall to her for free. So yeah... I’m going over there to sign the documents in exchange for Kimberly’s release. She claims she won’t harm me once I sign and that she’ll let me walk away. But honestly... I don’t believe a word she says. That’s why I called you."Lucas fell silent for a few seconds before respondi

“Oh, please, Zed. Spare me that.” Miss Jessica scoffed after hearing Zed’s words, her voice dripping with disdain. “What are you going to do? You’re just a common engineer, after all. You have no idea what goes on in the underworld—how things work. And yet you dare threaten me?”Zed stood still for a few moments, silent, the weight of her words hanging in the air like a noose tightening around his throat. He exhaled heavily, running a trembling hand through his damp hair before finally speaking in a low, tense voice.“What do you want?”“I want what you stole from me. The mall... I want it back,” she snapped without hesitation.“I’ll sell the mall to you. Just let her go,” Zed bellowed, his voice thick with desperation and fury.“Sell? What do you mean sell it to me?” Miss Jessica asked, her tone suddenly amused, laced with a chilling mischief that made Zed’s skin crawl.“What? Isn’t that what you want?” Zed replied, confusion clouding his expression as his brows furrowed.“I said I w

Mohammed raised his head slowly, and the moment Kelly caught sight of his face, her heart skipped a beat. A cold chill surged down her spine, paralyzing her where she stood. Her mind was instantly flooded with horrifying images—memories from the hospital, where she had seen this man butcher trained guards as if they were made of paper. The screams, the blood, the lifeless corpses on the floor—they all came rushing back like a tidal wave.She rose to her feet slowly, almost mechanically, as though her body were acting on instinct alone. Her heart pounded inside her chest like a war drum, and beads of sweat cascaded down her forehead, dripping onto her already trembling hands.Mohammed walked toward her with measured, deliberate steps, and his men fell in behind him like silent shadows, their faces stoic, unreadable, and their weapons barely concealed under flowing garments.He continued his slow, steady approach until he stopped a few paces away from her, towering over her with an air

Aunt Kelly walked down the grand staircase, her steps graceful and composed. She was dressed in a long black gown that flowed elegantly around her ankles, and a black hat sat atop her carefully styled hair. Her face was heavy with makeup—dark eyeliner accentuated her eyes, and her lips were painted a bold crimson. In her right hand, she carried a small designer handbag, its sleek black surface gleaming faintly under the hallway lights.She approached Scott and came to a halt just a few paces away from him.Scott gave her a subtle once-over, his gaze moving from her head to toe. His face remained unreadable, a calm mask betraying nothing.“Shall we?” Kelly asked, her voice soft and pleasant.“You’re ready. Let’s go,” Scott replied coolly. Then he turned to Sullivan, who was already rising from the couch. “Sullivan, gather the boys. We’re leaving immediately.”But just as Sullivan was about to exit the living room, Kelly quickly interjected.“Lorenzo, wait. I don’t think you should brin

The sun had just set over the bustling city, casting a warm orange glow across the skyline, bathing the sleek, modern skyscrapers in a golden hue. Among them stood the towering building that housed Carden Energy Corporation, the flagship of Scott Carden’s corporate empire.Inside the top-floor office, Scott sat silently behind a large glass desk, his arms folded across his chest as he stared out the expansive window. His sharp eyes tracked the fading sun, yet his mind was far from the scenery. Thoughts of alliances, betrayals, and the uncertain future clouded his focus. A quiet storm brewed behind his expressionless face.His contemplation was interrupted by a soft knock on the heavy door.“Come in,” Scott called out, his voice calm but authoritative.The polished wooden door slid open, and the company’s secretary stepped inside. She wore a crisp white blouse and black pencil skirt, holding a tablet in her hands.“Mr. Lorenzo, you have a meeting scheduled with Mr. Alex Chen from Smart

The morning sun rose gently over the estate, casting golden rays that pierced through the half-drawn curtains of Scott’s bedroom. The warm light flickered across his face, shining directly into his eyes and gradually stirring him from slumber. He groaned softly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand before sitting up in bed.Still groggy, Scott swung his legs off the bed and stood. He moved towards the window with slow, deliberate steps, drawing the curtain slightly to the side for a clearer view of the sunlit estate beyond. Standing there for a few moments, he tilted his head side to side, cracking his neck softly as the early rays bathed his face. Thoughts began flooding his mind—serious thoughts, dangerous thoughts, lingering concerns from the night before.Moments later, he turned away and headed to the bathroom.Scott stepped under the shower, allowing the cold water to wash away the remnants of sleep clinging to his skin. The crisp sting of water jolted his senses to life.

Kelly staggered backward as the deafening sound of the gunshot rang out. Her eyes widened in terror, and her gaze locked on the body of Mario lying lifelessly in a pool of blood. His eyes were still wide open, staring blankly at the night sky, and a thick stream of blood seeped from the gaping wound in his head—precisely where the bullet had torn through.Her heart pounded violently in her chest as she continued staring at the corpse, frozen in horror. Slowly, her trembling gaze rose to meet the eyes of the man who had pulled the trigger.His weapon was still raised—and now it was aimed directly at her.Kelly’s heart skipped a beat as the cold metal glinted in the moonlight, and she swallowed hard, her throat dry and tight. She instinctively scanned the area, desperate to find an escape route. But escape was a hopeless dream. They were surrounded—heavily armed men stood on all sides, watching her like hawks, their fingers already caressing their triggers.She knew that if she so much

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Aunt Kelly gasped, panic choking her voice as her chest heaved up and down. Her heart thundered like a war drum, and beads of cold sweat streamed down her temples and across her face like a leaking faucet.Mario, tense behind the wheel, glanced sideways at her, his grip tightening on the steering wheel."What do we do, ma’am?" he asked quickly, his voice tight with dread. "If we get caught… it's over for us."Kelly didn’t answer right away. She sat there in frozen silence, her mind spinning violently as it tried to pull together a plan—any plan—that could get them out of the disaster unfolding in real time. The situation was slipping through her fingers like sand, and she knew it.Then, with a sharp inhale, she finally spoke."Step on it," she ordered through clenched teeth. "Push the accelerator. Go as fast as you can. We need to lose him, create enough distance, and then find a place to hide—somewhere dark, isolated. Somewhere he won’t see us."Mario’s eyebro

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