Novels by Preshh

He walked afterwards, moving gently down the steps one at a time. At the moment he considered telling the word he just heard to her but didn't, at least not till he had his facts right.But if there was anything he would let himself believe, it was the fact that he found the mole and Brock of blessed memories was right after all.After what seemed like a moment later, Logan appeared, his thick hair mussed from the number of times he ran his fingers through them , he had a broody expression even bloodier than usual. As he walked away donning nothing but a sleeveless shirt, running shorts, and shoes with a gun strapped to his thigh.He stepped out to the gentle rays of the sunlight with nothing but his shoes with its lacing tagging along as he walked past the guard manning the door."Tell her that I went for a run if she asks." He had barely said the words when he saw her yawning as she made way down the step with running shoes as well.Apparently, It was Logan first time he was seeing this a

He turned and saw Wade stroll into the room, his gun still steaming, a dog wailing in the distance. Confused, Logan tried to process what just happened.Two other men from the Mafia rushed in as Logan fixed Wade with the most absurd gaze."You scum —"His hands curled around his collar as he shoved him against the wall, the room echoed with their heart beating heavily from agitation. "What did you do that for?" He questioned. "Were you blind to see that I was questioning him?""But …But, you were under duress, it is just normal I shoot. " Of all things that could be blamed it was surprising that he chose to do it in the most disgusting way and blame mere instincts.He was enraged, Wade's face turned red as he gasped for air, the other two men watched with eyes widened, the shock glistering in their eyes.He loosened his hands and Wade fell to the ground with a thug gasping for air. "Take care of the body." He picked up his bag. "He is yours now." ******Home, sweet home that should have been

He changed rooms, the picture was probing his heart and he felt worried . He looked at the sign again, already he had sent a picture of what it looked like to Joanne, a message notification beeped in and he stared at her message.Joanne : We need to get you away as fast as possible.Logan: You are still refusing to tell me what this sign is for.Three dots popped up to show that she was typing as he awaited her reply, he drew the blinds aside and stared out at the cold night.Outside the night at the beach side was dark enough that he couldn't make out anything.His phone buzzed.Joanne: Stay indoors , they are around!Logan: Thanks!He dropped the phone and pulled out his gun. He dropped the bag he had traveled with and emptied the content on the bed—His passport and several other things, fell right to the bed. He picked it up and checked under the mattress for a stash of cash he had left there earlier, he groaned to himself when he saw it empty.If anything was obvious that night, i

Back at Chinatown…Anxiety, panic and even worse regret, she cool feel everything trickling down her soul as she recapped the event that had happened for the last week's, she cool feel every bit of it hitting back at her in the most tremendous way ,for some reason it left a bitter feeling—A numbness that nothing else could feel than his masculine presence, the thought of being alone, all of this left behind a totally different feeling that nothing else could penetrate.Instead of the prickling feeling her body focused on the primal aspect that she had been scared and traumatized by the event.When she had asked him to leave, she didn't think he would take it that far. With a concerned look on her face she made way to the patio staring out at the sunset that was setting beautifully.She thought about his words again, when she recalled the entire situation that had led to everything that happened, it was obvious she was more wrong than right.Perhaps, she had overreacted by asking that

He had come half way across the world to stay away from trouble and just when he was starting to have that bit of peace again in his mind he bumps into another.He locked gaze with the woman that had been the architect of this all— Chanel.Chanel, dressed in a sundress, looked straight at him, locking her gaze; he looked different from the last time they had seen each other. In a way she didn't know what she was expecting but definitely not the man standing there In front of her looking as though he might rip her heart off anytime."What are you doing here?" She asked.He seemed provoked by her answers. "I shook be asking you that."If there was anything he shouldn't be doing at that moment, it should be interacting with this woman. He shook and hated her with every part of him yet for some reason he found himself being drawn to her darkness.He was about to speak when two guards walked to the scene, at first attempt they made way towards where he was looking all fierce.Logan had his

Logan pulls the brown bag over the man’s head, a hem of the cloth bag catching in the man’s ear. Logan grunts and lifts the bag forcefully, ignoring the man’s cry in protest as the piece drags on his big ear. The man wails louder which only serves to annoy Logan even more he drags the bag so hard he is sure there will be a bruise the next day as proof of this moment.“I advise you to stop producing whatever sound it is you’re making right now if you like that particular part of his.” He orders, pinning a glare on the screaming banshee. What an excuse for a man.The crying immediately stops and Logan nods, “Now you have two options since I’m feeling quite generous tonight.” He begins but his smile is anything but generous, it’s a cross between a sinister smile and a glare. The man shifts in his seat despite the ropes binding him tightly to the chair.“You could either talk and I make it quick or…” He drawls, picking up a knife from the collection of sharps on a stool behind him. “You ke

Allen quickly dodged the bullet, thanks to Ultimate who had easily pointed out where he would shoot from. "Try again in hell," Allen said and a gun was shot at Moses on his hand, making his gun drop. Everyone averted their gazes to the door and saw two familiar men standing there, Sylvester Williams and David, the last two users. "One thing I hate the most is to be fooled and you all fooled me," Williams said and stepped forward. "All these years, I believed my death would bring calmness to the world. I thought I was doing it for the good and safety of this world. I even went as far as hunting down the other users just to satisfy you. I should have known better." Lake and Mike tried to attack but they got shot instantly by Mary and Josh who both walked in together. "I hope I am not too late?" Mary asked and crocked her gun. "You- you should be dead," Lake said, groaning in pain. "Unfortunately, I am not. I am your nemesis and that's why I survived," Mary answered an

The hall became silent as they all had their eyes on him. Suddenly, one of them stood up and smirked. "Allen Scott, we have been expecting you. You came right to us," he said. Allen crocked his gun and pointed it at him. "Yes. And I am here to end this nonsense. Enough with all his. You all have hunted our lives for years but today, all this is going to end." The man clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Do you think all these would be the end?" "I don't think. I know. Besides, no one is going to save any of you. The agents are gone." The man averted his gaze to Moses and shook his head. "You finally got them. I am sure you told them about you being the good guy and we being the bad guy." Allen drew his brows and looked at Moses who had no expression on his face. He immediately knew what Mary said was true. They were to be trusted and for that, he wasn't surprised. "Mr Scott, do you believe everything this man told you?" Allen looked at Moses again and smirked. "W

Mary noticed the man secretly smiling at someone behind her and when she turned, she saw it was George. Her heart skipped a bit. He was smoking back at them but in a way that said 'good job,' she swallowed hard and looked at the men as her instinct immediately pointed at George as a member of the group that attacked them. She quickly shook her head and tried to brush off her thought. "No, George wouldn't do this. He is part of this team and has been a loyal member," she concluded inwardly and glanced at him one more time. This time, she noticed he was staring back at her with a frown plastered on his face. He stared for a while before he let out a small smile. She gulped nervously and looked away. "This can't be. George can't be part of them," she said and stood up, bringing everyone's attention to her. "What is wrong?" Allen asked, staring at her with concern. She looked at George again who had his brows creased. She couldn't take away the thought that he could be one

"Tomorrow?" Josh asked with his eyes stretched wide. He walked forward and went on, "What do you mean tomorrow? We aren't prepared to face this people. We would need more time." "Mr Gregory," Moses called, taking Josh by surprise because he never expected him to know his name. Moses went on, "It was a quick date fixed and I have no power to stop it. The project society are been too anxious and that would be our greatest weapon against them." "Greatest weapon? In what way would we win this fight when I don't even have a clue of what you are talking about?" "They are moving quick. Tomorrow is the day for the project," Lake answered. "How is that possible? We haven't been caught by them," Josh asked, stepping forward. "They have you all where they want you. They will come over to take you tonight." Allen drew his brows in confusion. "What do you mean? How do they have us right where they want?" "Do you think the society are dumb? They know where you all are. They have been m

Steph abruptly stood up, shocked to see her standing there. She swallowed hard and asked nervously, "how long have you been there?" "For a while," she answered and walked in completely. "There is someone who wants to meet you," she said and quickly walked out of the room. Steph sighed deeply and faced Allen who stood quietly, staring at the closed door. "She heard us. I feel so bad," she muttered. "Let me go and meet this guests of mine," he answered dryly and walked out of the room. "This guy is messed up," she muttered and went after him. They got to the living room and Allen drew his brows, seeing the strange faces in the living room. As he drew closer, they all stood up. "Hello, Mr Scott," they greeted in unison. He got closer and stood before them. "Hello to you too. How may I help you?" He asked. "I am Moses Banks, this man beside me," he pointed at the man by his right side. "Is Lake Hall. And the second here is Dennis. We are all aware of your position as t

"Brother I-" Steph barged into the room and her words hung in her throat when she saw Allen and Mary jerked up. Just when their lips met, they got distracted. Steph who had noticed what they were doing, looked down embarrassed. "I am sorry for barging in this way," she apologized. Allen's eyes stretched wide, realizing what he had done with Mary. He looked at her and noticed she looked embarrassed and was trying not to look at anyone. He cursed inwardly and rubbed the back of his neck "What happened to me? What was I about to do?" He asked, mad at himself. "I can come back later. It's not important," Steph said and made to leave but Mary stopped her. "You don't have to go anywhere, Steph. I am about to leave," she said and hurried out in embarrassment. Immediately she did, Steph's lips curled up into a smile as she faced her brother. "Big bro, what is going on?" She asked cheekily. Allen rubbed his neck and sat on his bed. He was still trying to figure out what had