Novels by Alfred ifeanyi

The duo ran as fast as they could until they arrived in front of a door near the inventory section. Perez pulled it open, and as they stepped inside, the guards behind them opened fire. But none of the bullets found their mark. Instead, they pierced the walls and the doorframe, leaving small holes in the metal and splintered wood.The room they had entered was vast and hollow, filled with tall, empty wooden shelves. The air was musty and thick with dust. The room was dimly lit—its only source of illumination being a single, flickering bulb dangling from the ceiling. Every few seconds, the bulb would malfunction and plunge the space into complete darkness before sparking back to life with an ominous buzz.Their breathing was heavy. Hearts pounded in their chests as cold sweat trickled down their brows. Both scanned the room with wide, frantic eyes.“Where is this place?” Blake asked, his voice barely above a whisper.“It used to be a storage room,” Perez replied as he slowly advanced.

“What have you done?” Perez blurted out, his voice sharp and alarmed, eyes narrowing as they locked onto the prison officer who had just finished calling reinforcements through his radio. His entire body tensed, every muscle coiled like a spring.The officer returned his glare without a hint of concern. His voice was icy and deliberate.“I just called my fellow comrades,” he said calmly, the radio still crackling faintly in his hand. “They’re all on their way here now.” He took a slow step forward, his gaze unwavering. “No one escapes this place… not alive, anyway.”A chill ran down Perez’s spine. He spun toward Blake, who stood a few paces behind him, still processing the unfolding chaos.“We have to get out of here. Right now.” His tone was firm and commanding—there was no room for debate.Behind them, the officer cracked his neck with a sickening pop, his face hardening. He clenched his fists, the tension in his knuckles audible.“Not on my watch,” he growled. “You’re going nowhere

The duo moved further into the room and halted in front of the massive table positioned at the center—an arsenal laid out before them, packed with firearms and ammunition of various types.Perez stepped forward first, reaching for a compact Mini Uzi. He expertly ejected the empty magazine, allowing it to clatter onto the floor, before sliding a fully loaded one into the weapon with a sharp click. He tucked the Uzi into his left pocket and turned to the next weapon—this time, a UMP submachine gun. With the same practiced ease, he removed the spent mag and replaced it with a fresh, full one. Slinging the weapon over his shoulder, Perez didn’t stop there. He grabbed several extra magazines, stuffing them into his pockets as backup, just in case a reload became necessary during a gunfight.Blake, standing beside him, was also deep in selection.He reached out and grabbed an MP5 submachine gun, verifying its load before slinging it over his shoulder. Next, he chose a long-range rifle, expe

“Understood, sir. We’ll head out immediately,” he replied sharply, lowering the radio with a crisp motion.A tense silence hung in the room like a thick fog. Then, without wasting another second, Matt turned on his heel and strode purposefully toward the exit door. The rest of the guards exchanged brief looks before falling into formation behind him. Together, they exited the cafeteria with focused determination, each man stepping in rhythm with the urgency of the command.Perez and Blake remained seated, their eyes tracking the departing guards. As the last officer vanished through the doorway, Perez leaned slightly toward Blake and murmured, his voice no more than a whisper.“Told you. Once they all leave, we move. You heard the guy on the radio. Almost all available guards have been summoned to the market square... which means the only ones left behind are stragglers. Leftovers. Shouldn’t be hard for us to take them out and get the hell out of here.”He spoke calmly, but with a qui

He lunged forward, swinging a heavy fist toward Perez’s face.But Perez was faster.He ducked beneath the wild punch and retaliated with a brutal strike to Duncan’s gut. The tattooed man grunted, doubling over in pain—WHAM!—just as Perez followed up with a devastating uppercut that landed with a crack loud enough to resemble a gunshot.Duncan collapsed.Flat on his back. Out cold.The entire cafeteria gasped.A sharp, collective silence swallowed the room.Everyone froze, stunned by what had just unfolded before their eyes. Dozens of eyes turned in unison, fixated on Perez, as if trying to comprehend what had just happened.The men who had stood beside Duncan moments earlier instinctively took several steps back, their faces plastered with disbelief and confusion. None of them had expected their leader—a man known for his brute strength—to go down after a single combination. It wasn’t just surprising. It was terrifying.But now wasn’t the time to act like cowards.They knew Duncan.Th

The eyes of Mr. Fernando shot open as he rose to his feet the moment the call disconnected. Blood still dripped from the fresh cut on his cheek, but he showed no sign of discomfort. Calmly, he reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a white handkerchief, and dabbed at the crimson smear, cleaning it away with deliberate strokes. From the shadows behind the pillar, Bolasco also emerged, his boots echoing faintly against the concrete floor as he stepped forward."Well," Felipe began, his voice strained and laced with a twisted sense of hope, "she said she won’t be coming here. Instead, she’ll send her address, and I’ll bring you to her."He smiled faintly, nervously. "You can go over to the address she sends... give her a surprise attack.""Yes, kid," Mr. Fernando replied with a low, predatory grin. "That’s exactly what we’re going to do."Ding!A soft chime echoed through the dimly lit warehouse, its eerie tone bouncing off the rusted walls. Felipe turned his head sharply toward the s

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

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