Novels by Presco.

Miss Evelyn stood at the entrance, the crimson of her gown glowing under the lights like a flare. Her gaze swept over the guards, cold and commanding, a presence that silenced even the murmur of the crowd.The guards froze, glancing at each other, confused.Melissa’s confident smile faltered. “You… you know him?”Evelyn stepped forward, slipping her hand around Marcus’s arm with deliberate grace. “Of course I know him. He’s my guest.”A ripple of shock moved through the onlookers. The guards quickly released Marcus, bowing their heads slightly to Evelyn before stepping back.Evelyn’s lips curved into a faint smile that never reached her eyes as she looked at Melissa. “Is there a problem here?”Melissa stammered, but the words caught in her throat.Marcus said nothing, only adjusting his suit and the faintest smirk tugging at his mouth.Melissa’s voice carried like a blade across the ballroom. “Wait. Do you know who this man is?” She stepped forward, her heels striking the polished flo

But the necklace hummed now, pulsing faintly against his skin, almost mocking him.“What could have killed him? Who could have wanted him dead?” Marcus whispered to the empty room. His voice cracked, both from illness and fear.The whisper came, slow and evasive. "Guardians do not die by chance."Marcus’s chest tightened. “That’s not an answer.”But no matter how many times he pressed, begged, demanded, the necklace refused to give him clarity. Only fragments, only riddles. The silence after each question left him seething, frustrated to the bone.He dragged himself to his desk, coughing into his sleeve, and flipped open an old, dusty box he hadn’t touched in years. His father’s belongings. Newspaper clippings, photographs, an old leather journal with pages missing. He ran his fingers across the brittle paper, heart pounding with every turn.Names, symbols, passages written in a hurried hand. And always, the same phrase repeated over and over in the margins—“The line must remain unbro

He scratched his head, embarrassed, before muttering casually, “I don’t… exactly have a place right now.”Her brows lifted in surprise, but instead of pity, a small, knowing smile touched her lips. “Is that so?” She gave a light laugh, graceful and soft. “Then hop in. I’ll take care of it.”Confused, Marcus obeyed, slipping into the leather-backed seat of her sleek car. They drove in silence for a few minutes, and then pulled up to the grand entrance of a glittering five-star hotel. The valet rushed forward immediately, bowing slightly as he opened her door. The staff treated her politely and their greetings were filled with so much respect while they just glanced at him.She just nodded at them and walked straight to the front desk, her presence commanding attention and within moments, she had arranged a luxury suite under Marcus’s name. When she handed him the room card, her smile was warm but mischievous.“This is too much,” Marcus muttered, genuinely overwhelmed. His fingers tight

After a while of silence the car slowed to a stop in front of a towering boutique, its windows filled with displays of designer suits, polished shoes, and elegant mannequins. The clothes looked very expensive and were worlds apart from Marcus’s wrinkled shirt and scuffed shoes.He stared up at the building in front of him with awe in his eyes, he had never been in a place like this in his life.“Here,” she said simply, stepping out gracefully.Marcus hesitated, his chest tightening with unease, but when the chauffeur opened his door, he slowly followed behind her. Another thing he noticed was that the necklace was temporarily dormant and didn't make any sign of life for a while now making him wonder what was happening next.The moment they entered, the air itself seemed different, cool and had thus quiet exclusivity to it.The marble floor reflected the soft glow of chandelier lights, and attendants in crisp black suits straightened the moment they saw her, bowing politely.“Good afte

Floodlights filled the streets and cars approached them. The sudden blaze of white light swept over them, blinding in its intensity and followed with it, Engines rumbled as sleek, black cars screeched to a halt, hemming in the alley from both sides. Their polished bodies gleamed under the rainfall, trapping the gangsters like rats in a cage. The thugs froze, glancing nervously around as car doors opened in unison. Men in black suits spilled out with military precision, their shoes striking the pavement in perfect rhythm. Each carried an aura of cold authority, their faces hidden behind expressionless sunglasses despite the night. The leader of the thugs cursed under his breath. “What the hell…” From the central car, a man stepped out. Middle-aged and had a firm look on his face. His presence just radiated dominance making everyone around notice him immediately. His tailored suit clung to him like a second skin, and a polished cane tapped against the ground as he walked forward.

There was no report of anyone else.” The doctor’s tone was gentle, but his eyes held that subtle wariness reserved for unstable patients. “Maybe you had a hallucination or are going through trauma because that can cause vivid episodes.” But Marcus knew what he saw. He could still hear her voice, feel the necklace surging through him and yet… if she had truly vanished without a trace, then what was the truth? That night, as the hospital settled into quiet hums and distant footsteps, the necklace pulsed faintly against his skin. He knew one thing and that was the fact that she was real! Marcus shut his eyes, clutching the sheets. “Why? Why me? Why did this necklace choose me?” The necklace didn’t say anything in reply just resting on his chest, inactive. But he needed to complete more missions. He loved the way his body felt and strength coursed through his body he didn’t feel as weak as before. He looked at the necklace and a shiver ran through him. Was this a turning point in h