Novels by Pen thinker

Deborah kept her head down, her hands squeezing together in her lap.Uncle Ben continued, his voice even sharper, “If you like, go ahead and start trouble. Go and start throwing accusations around. But let me tell you now, don’t put that on Damien’s head. That boy is the same person who saved us earlier today.”He paused for a second, his chest heaving with breath, his eyes still locked on her. “I don’t want to experience what I went through today ever again, not because of your stubbornness.”Deborah said nothing, still staring at the floor.Uncle Bernard shook his head and added coldly, “If you want to look for trouble, do it on your own. I won’t follow you, and I won’t beg anybody to help you either. You’ll be on your own.”Then he took a sit and sat back slowly, still watching her, making sure she understood he meant every single word.At that moment, Deborah raised her hand slightly, her voice low and careful. “I’ve heard what everyone said,” she muttered. “It was just a suggesti

At that moment, Jessica just stood there, her hand still holding the phone, but her mind was far gone. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move. Her mouth stayed open slightly, her eyes fixed on nothing in particular. She was completely shocked, to the bone. She wasn’t expecting what she just heard. Not even in her wildest thoughts.Her father, who had been watching her closely, noticed how stiff she became. He could see the fear written all over her face, the way her hands were shaking, the way her chest was rising and falling fast, like she couldn’t catch her breath.“Jessica,” her father called gently. “What is it? What’s going on? Who called you? We heard Victoria’s name. What is it? Is Victoria okay?”Hearing her father words Jessica didn’t answer. She just shook her head slowly, her eyes still wide, like she was still trying to understand what she just heard.“Is she sick or something?” her father asked again, his voice a little louder, more worried now.Jessica shook her head agai

Still Deborah kept her head low, her fingers shaking lightly as she held her hands together. She couldn’t look at him.“You only saw him as a low person,” Uncle Bernard continued, his voice rising. “And now look! Look at what has happened! You caused this, and it’s not just your loss, it’s the family’s loss. We will all feel it. We will all suffer because of you.”Jessica’s face was still tight. She looked at her mother with a kind of pain she didn’t know how to express. Her jaw moved like she wanted to speak, but she was just too angry to form the right words.Deborah swallowed hard, then her voice came out, low and weak. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “It was Victoria... she was the one always lighting my fire. Even when I wanted to calm down, she would come again, whisper things to me, and I... I let her.”Her voice cracked, and she wiped her face with her hand. “I’m sorry.”Jessica let out a small, bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Sorry? Now you’re sorry?”Deborah didn’t say anyth

After waiting for a while, then at that moment, the sharpness in Jessica’s voice cut through the heavy air in the room like a blade. Both Uncle Bernard and Deborah turned their eyes slowly towards her, as if they were only just realizing she was still there with them.Jessica’s face was serious. Her hands were tightly clenched on her lap, her brows slightly furrowed. She was breathing fast, trying to hold herself together, but her voice carried both frustration and a quiet pain.“Are we all just going to sit here,” she continued, her voice trembling, “and pretend as if nothing happened? Are we just going to act like what we saw Damien do in that warehouse was some kind of trick?!” She turned directly to her mother, her eyes sharp. “Mom, are you still going to pretend that Damien is just ordinary? That he’s worthless?”Hearing her daughter words Deborah looked away immediately, unable to hold Jessica’s gaze. She didn’t say a word, but the shame was written all over her face. She wante

At that moment, Serenity pretended to be calm. She sat upright with a straight back, her face wearing that stoic pride she always displayed as the War Goddess. But deep inside, her chest was heavy, and her heart was restless, beating in uneven patterns she could not control.Then she would then tell her subordinate in a firm voice, “Bring me the letter.”Immediately, her subordinate walked forward, each step sharp and measured, then stood before her and respectfully handed the sealed envelope to her with both hands. The seal was heavy, embossed with the emblem she knew too well the personal mark of the brain. She didn’t need to look twice to recognize it.Then Serenity would then tell him “You may take your leave now.”Without question, the subordinate saluted her smartly, turned, and exited the study. The sound of the door shutting echoed in the silent room like a warning bell. It was as if the closing of that door sealed her in with her fate.Then at that moment, when she was finall

At that moment, Damien leaned back slowly, his gaze fixed on Sophia. There was a stillness in his eyes, like a man who had been searching for sincerity and just found it sitting right across from him. He didn’t say a word immediately. Instead, he watched her, watched the way her hands remained tightened on her lap, watched the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed deeply, as if steadying herself against the weight of her own decision.Then Sophia met his gaze with unwavering eyes. She had already made up her mind, that was clear, and Damien could see it. There was no hesitation anymore, no shaky voice, no stammering. She was certain, even though she didn’t know what the future held or what waiting for him would mean. And for the first time, Damien allowed himself to appreciate the strength it took for her to say that, to choose him the unknown, the uncertain over comfort and ease.“Alright then,” Damien said, his voice calm but serious. “Since you’ve made that decision, I

At that moment, Raymond stood tall in the center of his camp, as he was being Surrounded on all sides. A hundred men encircled him warriors, elders, and spiritual guards from every side forming a wall of hostility. But in the eye of that storm, Raymond didn’t shift. He stood still, his gaze steady, arms loosely behind him, like a lone king before a court of wolves.From the north ridge, a powerful voice thundered forward.It was Chief Darak Flame heart, theFireclaw Clan head, known for guarding the northern peaks of Flamefire Mountain for generations. His cloak of dark red furs flapped behind him as he walked forward. The air seemed to burn just from his presence.Then he pointed a thick finger at Raymond. “You. Outsider. Speak—what is your mission here in Flamefire Mountain?” His voice boomed through the scene. “You entered without permission. You tread upon sacred earth. What gives you the right to come here?”Hearing Chief Darak Flame words Raymond raised his head slightly and

Not long after Raymond arrived at the edge of Flamefire Mountain, immediately a strange heaviness settled in his chest. It wasn’t just the searing heat or the volcanic haze clinging to the air, it was something more. A silent pressure, as if the mountain itself was wary of his presence. Every step forward made the ground feel alive, pulsing faintly beneath his boots like it carried a heartbeat of its own.The scent of sulfur was thick, the skies above painted in orange mist, and distant rumbles echoed across the landscape like the growl of some ancient, sleeping beast. Massive cracks in the earth bled molten lava, glowing veins that pulsed along the slopes, and the gusts of wind that rolled down the cliffs carried enough heat to blister skin. Even standing still, Raymond could feel the mountain breathing fire into his bones.Without being told he could tell this wasn’t a place for the weak.Without wasting time, he closed his eyes and activated IgniteFireInfinity, the aura of intense

In the stillness of night, the moon hung high and pale above Raymond’s villa, casting silver light across the sloping roofs. The entire estate was quiet, almost lifeless—except for the faint, rhythmic pulsing of heat and light emanating from the far rear chamber.There, tucked into a secluded part of the villa surrounded by a grove of spirit trees, was Raymond’s private pill-refining chamber, the air was vibrating with concentrated medicinal energy.Inside, Raymond sat cross-legged, his robes slightly singed at the hem from the furnace’s heat. His eyes were half-closed, yet his awareness was sharp, his breathing calm and measured. In front of him burned a tier-four pill cauldron its surface etched with ancient runes that pulsed in sync with his spiritual energy. A controlled blaze danced beneath it, guided by his alchemic essence, neither too wild nor too faint.The scent in the chamber was dense but soothing: ginseng, silver-root lotus, crimson bark, soul moss, fire orchid. Ingredie

He wasn’t just relying on brute strength this time. No. This time, he had stirred something far older… far more primal. By invoking the wrath of the Falklands which are divided into four faction, he had signed a death sentence. Because if there was one group in the world no outsider ever dared to cross, it was them. The Falklands keepers of the mountain, guardians of its secrets. They weren’t just a clan; they were a lineage, a legacy, forged by fire and time. Their bodies were said to be sculpted by the flames of the mountain itself. Centuries of living on the edge of one of the world’s most volatile spiritual hotspots had turned their bones into iron and their breath into embers, they didn’t just draw spiritual energy from the Flame fire Mountain they were a part of it. At that moment Waylon’s smirk deepened. “They won’t even wait for an explanation,” he whispered. “They’ll crush him the moment he breathes wrong.” Legends said the Falklands could hear the heartbeat of the moun

After leaving Jefferson's grandfather's residence, Waylon got got home and went straight into his study room, the door shutting with a cold thud behind him. The night outside was thick with tension, the kind that whispered of storms before they broke.He had watched the old man Jefferson’s grandfather stand in the council chamber, proud and wrathful, declaring that he would personally handle Raymond at Flame fire Mountain. To anyone else, that would’ve been enough assurance. But not for Waylon.Waylon didn’t trust anyone’s rage more than he trusted his own plans.Waylon had ambition—and ambition didn’t rest. He wasn’t going to sit around while others handled matters his way.“I’m not leaving this to chance,” he muttered, his eyes gleaming.“I’ve waited too long to let one man ruin everything.”Without another thought, Waylon pulled out his phone. His fingers moved fast, opening a secure contact marked with a single character: X.He pressed the call button, and it rang once.Then a dee

He was deliberately drawing the fire upon himself, choosing Flamefire Mountain as the battlefield and making it clear that he intended to pull all his enemies into his rhythm. He no longer wished to passively endure or remain on the defensive—he was ready to end Jefferson family's entanglement once and for all.The moment the martial artists realized Raymond wasn’t going to pursue them, they scrambled to their feet like frightened animals set loose from a predator’s cage. Their pride was shattered, but their lives were spared and that was the only thing that mattered now. None of them had the courage to glance back. Their hearts pounded wildly as they stumbled out of the alleyway, running as if the devil himself chased them. No one dared to speak a word, no one dared to breathe too loudly. They all shared the same desperate thought: get back… and live.**Meanwhile, the injured Yellow-Rank martial artist dragged his wounded body back to the Jefferson family estate, his cloak torn, f

CHAPTER 544THE VERDICT 'You're under arrest, Mr Richard. Let me see your hands,' the chief of police demanded, his voice loud and stern.The senator knew at that point that there was no way to escape. He had been exposed, and the only thing left to do was to accept his fate.He raised his hands and was handcuffed while the other police officers pushed him further along.'You can't do this, please! There must be another way,' Jessica managed to say, though she wasn't sure what she was saying.The evidence was everywhere and she knew she wouldn't be able to avoid this one.Her husband was in trouble, and if she wasn't careful, she was going to get caught up in it too.By the time they came out of the house, everyone in the estate had gathered to witness the commotion. They stood with shocked expressions on their faces.The senator, who had just expressed his desire to become governor, was now handcuffed and being taken away by the police.It was a completely new experience for everyon

CHAPTER 543SHAMEJudge West was ashamed when he looked at his son.He had never been so angry about anything in his life. He was so furious that he felt like murdering someone to quell his anger.He was sitting in his house, about to finalise a deal, when the authorities burst in and began arresting everyone.This had never happened before, and it didn't take long to realise that it was his foolish son who had done it, exposing him to forces too big to tear down.'Father, what's going on, and why are you handcuffed like a criminal?' Andrew asked, his eyes filled with confusion.He had thought that, once he got to the police station, he would just call his father and everything would be settled. But what he was witnessing was a big shock that he couldn't explain.What was he going to do without his father, who had always been a pillar of support and shed light on his path?The road ahead seemed slippery and dark, and for the first time, he was scared of what the future might hold."Fa

CHAPTER 542DEFEATED "Suit yourself, but you're done for, and there's nothing you can do about it. You can try everything you know, but it won't work," Jeremy said confidently to Andrew. He made sure that he left no stone unturned.Everything that had happened had made Jeremy exasperated and he was ready to get justice.He had worked too hard to allow Andrew to be released so easily. He wasn't going to allow it. He was going to make the man suffer for everything he had put him through."You don't know what you're doing. If you did, you would stop now. I come from one of the most powerful families in New York, and you will not walk free from what you have done." Andrew muttered angrily to Jeremy.He couldn't believe that his control over those powerful men had been reduced to nothing. He was handcuffed like a common criminal; his father would be so disappointed to see him like this. This was a big disgrace to a man of his standing.He needed to think of an escape plan. He could not al

CHAPTER 541APPREHENDED Jeremy came outside and looked at the boss. They maintained eye contact for a while before Jeremy spoke with realisation "I actually knew that you were part of the circle, but I wanted to be sure before making any moves. Now it has come to light," Jeremy muttered with a smirk.He had his doubts, but after some research and conversations, he discovered that he was on the right track.Andrew,his father's butler had been the circus master all along while he was acting as though he had his back and wanted the best for him."After I spoke to you, you said something in that direction, but you quickly diverted it. I knew that something was wrong. I paid more attention whenever we spoke, but I didn't want to take drastic steps without solid evidence, because i knew that men like you could easily escape the law and i didn't want to take any chances. Now that we have proof, you will go down," Jeremy added. He was disgusted by Andrew.He was even surprised himself to se

CHAPTER 540FOLLOW THE TRAILS The circus boss started laughing to himself; he couldn't believe he had missed it. The answer he had been craving had been right in front of him the whole time, but he just hadn't noticed.For him, this was the connection he had been searching for, and there was no way he wasn't going to get what he wanted.The owner of the school, Mr Philip, must have known something, or rather, received the support he needed, which was why he thought he could challenge him.Although he was angry with the senator for his mistake, there was no reason why Mr Philip couldn't be involved.The situation was complex, but all he wanted to do was unravel the connection and iron out the kinks.He took out his phone and dialled a number; his patience was wearing thin and he just wanted to do something quickly.'Hello boss, at your service,' a man at the other end quickly answered, his voice filled with humility and loyalty.'Do you know Mr Philip's house? He's the owner of the bi

CHAPTER 539NEW DISCOVERY "What have I done? The Senator asked in awe, his mouth open in anger.It wasn't what he had expected Mr Raymond to say and the word alone had left him distraught."Don't you dare point the finger at me Raymond, I wasn't the one who was greedy and wanted twenty percent of someone else's profits. It was your selfishness and greed that brought us to where we are now". The Senator condemned, his tone firm with accusation.He wasn't going to accept Raymond's words and how he wanted to paint him as the bad guy. He had seen the signs and he wouldn't accept it."Greed, you say? You don't have the right to call me greedy. You wanted the governorship and you didn't care who you hurt as long as you got it. You're practically the reason we're in this mess," Mr Raymond fired back at the Senator.He was furious that the Senator was trying to use his involvement with Mr Philip to pin the blame on him.The indulgence of Mr Philip couldn't be the reason why things were going