Novels by Pen thinker

Some people leaned forward in anticipation. Others frowned in disbelief.But one thing was clear: something about Raymond’s plain wooden box had stirred the attention of the banquet’s most knowledgeable man.And now… everyone wanted to know if it was fake or real.At that moment Waylon folded his arms, a confident grin forming on his face as Maxwell stood close to the chairman with focused steps. Though Maxwell’s interest puzzled many, Waylon remained convinced—there was no way Raymond's pill could outshine his. Even if it was real, how could it possibly compare to a gift from a second-level alchemist? So instead of stopping Maxwell, Waylon turned toward Raymond and sneered. “Well then, Raymond,” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “do you even dare to let Mr. Maxwell inspect it? Or are you just hoping no one looks too closely at your little trinket?” More laughter rippled through the hall. “Probably bought it from some back alley.” “He doesn’t look nervous at all… maybe

Raymond stood quietly near the center of the hall, his presence calm, his posture straight, yet utterly unbothered by the awe swirling around Waylon’s pill. While guests gasped and praised the rarity of a second-level alchemist’s work, Raymond’s eyes drifted lazily toward the pill inside the jade box. With just one glance, that was all he needed. From the texture, the glow, and the faint medicinal scent in the air, he immediately saw through it—it was indeed made by a second-level alchemist, but the refining process lacked purity. The spiritual energy was unstable, the balance flawed. It would barely extend a life by two or three years at best, and if taken carelessly, might even cause internal disruption to someone with delicate meridians. It was flashy, but hollow, Raymond showed no admiration. No awe. Not even a raised brow. He simply stood in silence, hands behind his back. And that silence… was noticed. Waylon, still basking in the praise, caught the lack of expression fro

Upon noticing the shift in the room Several guests turned at once. “Isn’t that Young Master Waylon from the Lancaster family?” “He looks... unusually proud today.” “What’s he planning?” However Waylon didn’t disappoint, and seeing all eyes on him, made his shoulder raise even more. This was what he wanted in the first place, attention, full attention, and he was getting it. With his head and shoulders raised even higher like a peacock He marched straight toward the stage where Malisa’s grandfather stood and, with a theatrical bow, extended a jade box in both hands, his voice intentionally loud enough for everyone to hear. “This year, I’ve prepared a very special gift for the chairman,” Waylon declared, full of flourish. “A gift I know no one in this room would even come close to beating.” At that moment he allowed his words to hit everyone before he continued. “A pill personally crafted by a second-level alchemist.” Upon hearing what Waylon just said Gasps er

The grand banquet hall buzzed with quiet conversations and elegant laughter as Raymond followed Malisa further inside. The soft hum of string instruments drifted from a raised platform near the stage, and the scent of fine cuisine lingered in the air. Then came a sudden voice, full of excitement. “Brother Raymond!” Immediately a man rushed over in a finely tailored navy-blue suit—young, well-groomed, and practically glowing with energy. It was Malisa’s cousin, the one Raymond had told what he needed to do to treat his fertility problems. “Brother Raymond, you’re amazing!” he blurted out, his eyes shining. “That prescription you gave me—it worked! I mean, it really worked!” He leaned in a little closer and lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Not only did it fix the problem, but I feel stronger than I ever did before. Like… really powerful,” he added, raising his brows as if trying not to say too much in front of his female relatives. Hearing what he just said Raymond blinked on

The banquet venue was grand—luxurious without being told one could tell how much was put into it, decorated with understated gold and ivory, adorned with fresh lilies and warm ambient lighting. Outside the entrance, rows of high-end cars lined the driveway, while suited guards and black-tie guests moved about in quiet elegance.This wasn’t just a birthday banquet.It was a gathering of power, elite in the city.The guest list was a tapestry of the city's upper echelon: medical elites, representatives of major families, investment magnates, and several senior members of the Medical Association. All had come to celebrate the birthday of Chairman Nathaniel, the president of the city’s medical association—Malisa’s grandfather.Whispers passed between clusters of guests as the hall bustled.“Did you see the Westbrook delegation just arrived? And that’s Dr. Herman from the National Research Council…”Everyone knew the banquet was more than just a birthday—it was a display of power and conn

Waylon’s hatred for Raymond deepened like a wound left to rot.As he paced the floor of his private study, his eyes bloodshot, fists clenched at his sides, he couldn’t suppress the fury building inside him.‘Raymond’He couldn't believe that damn man had appeared at just the right time to ruin everything. Again.“First, he’d taken the spotlight in healing Malisa's grandfather, Then, he had miraculously stopped Malisa from talking to him before. Now… now, he’d interfered with a plan that I had spent days carefully crafting—a plan meant to make Malisa mine, whether she wanted it or not.”Immediately Waylon slammed his fist into the oak table, cracking the polished surface.“Raymond…” he growled through gritted teeth. “I don’t care who you are, or what you can do—sooner or later, I’ll find a way to eliminate you.”But even in his seething rage, Waylon wasn’t done with Malisa.His obsession in using her to get her family wealth ran too deep.“I’ll still marry her, and get what I want no

Her question was directed at Winston's father, who stood with grief etched into every line of his face. His eyes never left Damien as he gave a slow, deliberate nod.“Yes,” he said, his voice thick with conviction. “That is the same person. I would recognize him anywhere.” His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white with tension. “I am very, very sure.”The weight of his certainty hung in the air, choking any protest Sophia might have formed. She glanced at Damien, searching his face for some reaction—denial, shock, anything that might suggest innocence—but his expression remained carefully controlled, only the slight tightening around his eyes betraying any emotion at all.Whisting's father stepped forward, his face contorted with desperation and rage. His finger remained pointed at Damien, trembling with the force of his accusation.“He has been the one having issues with Whisting ever since the beginning,” he spat, voice breaking. “And I am very, very sure that he is also the

At that moment the room fell silent as the door swung open. Three men in dark suits entered, their expressions grim and purposeful. But it was the figure who followed them that caused the air to freeze in Sophia's hospital.Serenity.The war goddess herself had come, her presence filling the modest room with an almost palpable energy. Golden armor award gleamed beneath a flowing white cloak, her raven hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of night. Her eyes—ancient and piercing—surveyed the room with cold calculation.Sophia's grandfather's eyes widened immediately. His weathered hands trembled as he placed it on the coffee table, eyes wide with disbelief.“Impossible,” he whispered, half-rising from his armchair.Sophia's mother gripped the edge of the chair, her knuckles white. “What... what is happening?” she managed, her voice barely audible.But it was Sophia's father whose reaction told the most frightening story. The color drained from his face as if someone had p

That was the only thought he could cling to now—the only thread of hope dangling in his mind. Serenity. Yes, Serenity would do something. She had to. She could still speak on their behalf. She had influence. If she could put in a good word before the Supreme King, perhaps the door to power wasn’t completely shut. Perhaps they hadn’t lost everything.But even that hope couldn’t wash away the sour sting of disgrace.Because as he stood there, shame gnawed at his chest like a silent storm. Damien—this same boy he had looked down on, dismissed, insulted—had become their savior. Not only had he exposed the very monsters they once trusted… he had also saved Sophia.And now… he was standing right there.A few feet away. Calm. Composed. Not angry, not proud. Just… present. And that alone made it worse. The old man couldn’t even raise his head. He felt it deep in his bones—the weight of having sold out Damien’s heart, dismissed his worth, only for that same heart to carry his family through th

At that moment Sophia’s father stepped forward, his face twisted with disbelief.“That’s not even true,” he said, shaking his head. “London? No—London would never do something like that. You must be mistaken.”Immediately Clarissa nodded quickly, almost too quickly. “Exactly. London? Kidnap you? Torture you? That doesn’t even sound like him.”“I’ll call him right now,” her grandfather added, already reaching for his phone. “I’ll ask him myself. If this is what you’re claiming, then let me hear it from his own mouth.”But Sophia didn’t flinch. She simply looked at her grandfather, her lips trembling. Her eyes held the kind of pain that didn’t come from physical wounds, because she couldn't believe they would refused to listen to her own side of the story without calling London to confirm.“You can’t call him,” she whispered.At that moment her voice was too low, too calm.Immediately they all looked at her.“London is dead.”The words fell like a blade.Her grandfather father’s hand fr

The sharp slam of the door was still echoing when Sophia’s heart sank.Her breath caught in her throat. She already knew.She didn’t need to guess. The second she heard the footsteps, the rustle of expensive fabric, the weighty silence followed by a familiar scoff—it was enough.Her eyes slowly shifted toward the doorway, and there they were.Her grandfather entered first, tall and stern as ever, his walking stick hitting the tiles with cold authority. Behind him, her father, Mr. Callum, stood with a deep frown, arms folded tightly across his chest. And then… her mother—Clarissa Callum, perfectly dressed as if she hadn’t just stormed into a hospital room, her expression twisted with a mix of panic, rage, and exhaustion.Sophia’s body stiffened beneath the bedsheets.Clarissa didn't wait.“You see? You see what you’ve done to yourself?” her mother snapped, her voice slicing through the air. “We warned you, Sophia! Didn’t we warn you?!”Sophia didn’t respond. Her fingers tightened aroun

At that moment the bitterness in his tone cracked through.However Serenity didn’t respond. Her gaze was locked on her phone. Calm. Controlled. Almost too calm.That silence unnerved him.And at that point Winston father phone started ranging.Immediately his wise turned deadly when he saw who was calling.“Why is he calling him?” he asked sharply, though he already knew.They must have something on Damien.They weren’t just trying to reach him.Winston’s father answered the call, his tone sharp and expectant.“What is it?”A calm voice came through the receiver. “We’ve seen him, sir. Damien. He’s at Vespera Medical, alone. Fourth floor. Private wing.”For a second, Winston’s father didn’t blink. The words echoed in his ear like the sound of a loaded gun being cocked. Then, slowly, a wicked smile stretched across his face.“Very good,” he said, hanging up without another word.He turned to Serenity, who was still fuming from everything she'd just said about her grandfather, her engag

CHAPTER 496PREREQUISITEJeremy was shocked that Mr. Valentine turned down his offer. Who turns down such a huge offer when you know you're already in a position of power.Most of the time wealthy people are always greedy and want to fill their pockets even more, especially with money they didn't work or fight for."Why are you shocked? You look like someone who has heard something that has never been heard before. You can close your mouth now," Mr. Valentine said to Jeremy, who was stunned and didn't know what to say.Jeremy closed his mouth, not realizing that his mouth was open because of the shock he was experiencing."From my experience with some wealthy people, they will not refuse money or any free valuable gifts you can offer them. In fact, they'll milk you for more until you're completely dry and have nothing left to offer them before they throw you away," Jeremy said. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.Knowing that Mr. Valentine was a very wealthy man with connections

CHAPTER 495THE CONDITION Jeremy couldn't deny how he felt as he listened to Mr Valentine pour his heart into his words.There was something inside him that he couldn't deny, and that was the pity he felt for Mr Valentine.Jeremy couldn't stop imagining how he must have felt. The emotions that must have raged inside him, knowing that things weren't in his court any more, and the fact that he had to succumb to the choices already laid out before him."I don't know what to say Mr Valentine, listening to you and everything you've talked about has left me completely at a loss as to how best to describe my feelings," Jeremy said in all honesty, his eyes locked with Mr Valentine's, making sure he saw all the emotions raging within him and the fact that he understood him."You don't have to say anything Jeremy or even try to make me feel better. I have already spent years trying to deal with my emotions and get back on my feet," Mr Valentine cut in with words of his own, his voice calm and

CHAPTER 494ISABEL AND VALENTINE Jeremy was taken aback by the intensity of Mr Valentine's voice and the way he was taking the whole situation.He had thought he wouldn't be too angry, given that he had invited him into his home, but the man Jeremy was staring at was full of visible anger and it was obvious that he hadn't got over what had happened to him years ago."I don't know why I find it so hard to believe anything you say, or maybe it's because it's too bad to be true. I know my father and if there's anything I believe in it's the fact that he loved my mother very much, I'm actually sure of that," Jeremy quickly disregarded Mr Valentine's words. As far as he was concerned, he'd never believe the words of another man, especially one who had such hatred for his father."I know it's going to be hard for you to believe me or my words, and it's not that I blame you, it's bound to happen anyway," Mr Valentine said, looking at Jeremy as if he felt for him.He had thought that meetin

CHAPTER 493THE INCIDENCE Jeremy was very surprised by what Mr. Valentine had just said. He didn't understand what was going on, the idea he was presented with was something he couldn't even imagine, it wasn't possible."You dated my mother, how is that possible? I can't believe it, it can't be true. My mom never told me she dated anyone but my dad," Jeremy said with shock written all over his face.Jeremy wanted to laugh at what Mr. Valentine was doing. He was actually trying to pull a fast one on him, but the seriousness on the man's face made him think otherwise.And if that was true, why would his father send him to Mr. Valentine knowing that he had stolen his mother from him? The story didn't add up for him, he needed clarity."Yes, me and your mother had a relationship before your father came into the picture and ruined it for us," Mr. Valentine muttered, his voice thick and clouded with anger.Looking at his face, you would think the anger was directed at Jeremy, but it was re

CHAPTER 492NEW DISCOVERY Mr Valentine's words left Jeremy in complete awe as he tried to make sense of what he was saying and what he actually meant.He was stunned and equally confused, his eyes glued to Mr Valentine and his behaviour, equally lost for the right words to use.To say that the words he had just heard were absurd was an understatement, his heart filled with displeasure and obvious confusion."Are you all right Mr Valentine?" Jeremy asked, his eyes locked with Mr Valentine's as he searched for the problem.Mr Valentine on the other hand didn't say anything, his eyes were fixed on Jeremy, staring intently into his eyes as if searching for something that Jeremy couldn't fathom."Are you ok?" Jeremy asked again, the tone of his voice quite bold, drawing a response from Mr Valentine who took a deep breath."I'm fine," Mr Valentine managed to say, his eyes avoiding Jeremy's, but the emotion that was coursing through him was completely captured by Jeremy who was still lookin

CHAPTER 491UNEXPLAINABLE EMOTION"How long have you been working for Mr. Valentine," Jeremy asked Vivian, trying to make small talk with her. He wanted to see if he could get any valuable information from her."I haven't been here long," Vivian replied with a straight face."You must know everything there is to know about Mr. Valentine since you've been working with him for so long," Jeremy said with a small smile on his face.Vivian stopped in her tracks as she faced Jeremy. Her gaze narrowed on him like a predator watching its prey. Her demeanor changed almost instantly, she was no longer the girl who had smiled at him a few moments before."Why are you asking so many questions Mr. Nathaniel," Vivian asked, she didn't like the question Jeremy had asked earlier.She worked closely with Mr. Valentine, so she's very conscious of what she says. She could get into trouble, and you never know who might be watching."Well, I didn't ask for a bad reason. I'm very sorry if I offended you, b