Novels by Pen thinker

At that moment the silence that hung in the clearing was unlike any Raymond had felt before. It wasn’t the calm of nature, nor the weight of the Flamefire Mountain’s oppressive aura it was the silence of human tension, the kind that carried daggers hidden in every glance.Deep down in his mind, Raymond could already sense the storm forming behind their guarded faces. He didn’t need anyone to whisper it to him, he knew. These men and women, chiefs of their clans, weren’t allies bound together for the good of their people. No, he could see it in the twitch of their brows, the measured stillness of their breathing, and the way their eyes lingered too long on the jar in his hand.They were calculating. Each of them had their own agenda.They wanted benefits, power, control, leverage. Not one of them was here for fairness. Cooperation? That was a word for the weak. Raymond could tell in an instant: these chiefs, each representing centuries of legacy, were also carrying centuries of ambitio

At that moment Elder Goru Stoneborne stood till straighter, his eyes glinting with a dangerous hunger. His lips curved into the faintest of smiles, the kind that revealed nothing to the others but carried enough weight to let his closest followers know he had already begun plotting. years of life… with this alone, he knew they can buy time, build our strength, and crush anyone who stands in our way.Redmaw Clan’s Chief Borgan Redfang couldn’t keep still either. His foot scraped lightly against the ground as he leaned forward, his breathing quickening, his eyes locked on the small jar Raymond held. He wasn’t just surprised, he was burning with desire. Redmaw Clan’s Chief Borgan Redfang, normally calm and composed, looked as if his heart had leapt into his throat. “Years,” he whispered under his breath, almost as though speaking to himself. “Just one piece, and years of Longevity…” He could already imagine elders of his clan demanding he secure the pills at any cost, or perhaps use the

At that moment, upon hearing Derek’s sharp warning, Waylon’s pride burned, but he forced himself to remain quiet. His fists clenched at his sides, his chest heaving as he struggled with the humiliation of being silenced in front of so many. He had always believed his words carried weight, that people should respect his reasoning. Yet here he was, treated like a reckless child, his voice dismissed as if it meant nothing. For a fleeting moment, the thought of speaking again tempted him, but the cold, steely look in Derek’s eyes made it clear, if he pushed further, it would not end well for him.At that moment Waylon lowered his head, bowing slightly in Derek’s direction. The gesture was not entirely out of respect, but more a survival tactic, a way to swallow his anger and protect himself from further embarrassment. His silence hung in the air like a heavy curtain, and it did not go unnoticed by the other clan leaders who were watching closely, each weighing their own thoughts about the

At that moment, Derek, the FlameClan leader, slowly Step forward, his robe flowing behind him like a sheet of fire. His eyes narrowed as he studied Raymond carefully, his voice calm but edged with weight.“I do not believe your words,” Derek declared, his tone carrying authority. The murmurs among the other clan heads instantly stilled. “Yet… deep inside me, something insists that you are not speaking falsehood. And for that reason, I will not dismiss you outright. Instead, I will give you the chance to prove yourself.”He paused, letting the silence stretch. The weight of his words pressed against everyone present.“You know very well,” Derek continued, “that you cannot defeat us all. Every great clan head is gathered here. If your purpose was to fight, you would have struck already, or fled before we even gathered. But instead, you came before us, with nothing but your words. That alone tells me your intentions may not be what he claims.”he then pointed at Waylon.The crowd shifte

At that moment, upon hearing what Raymond just said, Waylon suddenly burst into slow, mocking applause. The sound of his palms clapping together echoed sharply in the tense room. He smirked and said, “Wow, Raymond. What a very touching story indeed. Look at you standing here, spinning words so sweet that everyone now thinks you cannot even hurt a fly. This is what you always do, isn’t it? You walk around deceiving people, blackmailing people, twisting truths just to get what you want. You put on this mask of righteousness, but behind it is nothing but schemes.”At that moment Waylon’s voice grew louder, more forceful, his eyes scanning the faces in the room as if trying to sway them even more to his side. “And now, you bring the same excuse here. You want to use pity, you want to use fake virtue. Well, it’s not going to work this time. That’s the very reason I came here today, to expose you for what you really are. I won’t let you fool these people like you’ve fooled others.”The room

At that moment, Waylon took a deep breath, lifted his chin with righteous flair, and continued his dramatic speech. His voice echoed through the mountain basin, his words heavy with conviction and fire. “I took it upon myself to be here today,” he declared, pausing just long enough to let the silence weigh on the crowd. “Not for fame. Not for power either. But because someone had to act. Someone had to make sure that the culture, the legacy, and the sacred spirituality of Flame fire Mountain would remain untouched, pure, as it has been for generations.”His eyes scanned the gathering, locking with each of the four chiefs Darak Flameheart, Mistress Aryen Skyrend, Elder Goru Stoneborne, and Chief Borgan Redfang. Then, slowly, his arm lifted, finger extended, stabbing through the air like a dagger as it pointed straight at Raymond.“But him,” he spat, “people like him they’re the poison. They should never have stepped foot on this land, let alone dared to breathe its sacred air. And yet

At that moment, Damien leaned forward slightly, his voice calm but cutting, “You should relax, now that I'm still calm. Why are you stressing yourself over nothing?” He casually waved his hand. “Nobody’s coming. You can call every contact on your phone if you want, friends, family, even security. But no one will answer. Just like your precious younger brother... he’s not coming either.”Then Demian slowly reached into his coat and pulled out a sleek black phone. He dropped it gently onto the glass table with a soft clink, letting it settle between them like a ticking bomb. His eyes never left Victoria’s father.The moment Victoria’s father saw the phone, his brows furrowed. His heartbeat picked up, but his pride wouldn't let him flinch.“What’s this?” he barked. “You think I’m stupid, boy? You think you can just toss a phone on my table and trick me into believing it’s my brother’s? Who the hell do you think you are?”His voice grew louder with rage. “You lowlife scum! There’s no way

At that moment, Victoria’s father was furiously pacing the marble floor of his luxurious living room. The air was thick with tension. His clenched fists showed the storm brewing inside him. The silence in the room wasn’t peaceful it was heavy. His shoes echoed each time they hit the floor, the rhythm of a man on the edge. For more than twenty-four hours, he hadn’t heard a word from his younger brother. No call. No message. Nothing. It was unlike him, especially after the kind of task he handed over to him.He paused and looked at his phone again. Still nothing, his jaw tightened.“This is nonsense,” he muttered to himself. “He should’ve just told me he couldn’t handle it. Was that too hard?”At that moment he walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of whiskey, but didn't drink it. Instead, he stared at the golden liquid swirling in the glass as if it held the answers.“If you had just told me you were too soft to pull it off… I would’ve called someone else. I have the money. I have

At that moment, as the silence stretched across the room, Damien looked straight into Uncle Bernard’s eyes, his expression calm but firm. He smiled, not out of disrespect or sarcasm, but as a gesture of sincerity he respected Uncle Bernard and the entire family, but he needed to be honest with them.“Uncle Bernard,” Damien began slowly, his voice deep and steady, “I’ve already made my decision. You know I’m a man of my word, and I don’t go back on my decisions once they are made. From the very beginning, I’ve always seen Jessica as my younger sister. That’s how I’ve treated her. That’s how I’ve felt. And while I understand and respect that this marriage was a promise made by my father, I cannot honor something that doesn’t come from my heart. I’m truly sorry.”The words landed heavily in the room. But Uncle Bernard didn’t react with anger or disappointment. Instead, he nodded slowly, his lips pressed together in understanding. There was pain in his eyes, yes, but also something else r

At that moment, the entire room grew quiet.Uncle Bernard didn’t speak. Jessica sat still, her eyes quietly staring at Damien, trying to understand the meaning behind his words. But Damien was calm more composed than any of them had ever seen him.He looked at both Deborah and Jessica, and his voice came soft but firm, “I want you both to know something important... I’ve already forgiven you. A long time ago, in fact. I’m not carrying anything in my heart against you.”Hearing Damien words Deborah slowly lifted her face from her palms. Jessica blinked, stunned. Damien continued, “I was angry, yes. When everything happened, I was upset. But I understood sometimes people act out of fear, out of pressure, out of a desperate need to protect what they think is theirs. And honestly, every mother or father that cares deeply for their child might do what you did, Deborah. Maybe even worse.”Deborah covered her mouth, trembling a little.“But not every parent would stop to reflect and come bac

At that moment, upon hearing what Deborah just said again, Damien slowly turned his gaze toward her. His expression remained unreadable, calm on the surface, but his eyes revealed a deep exhaustion from everything he'd endured today, and in the past.“You said you had one more request,” Damien finally said, his voice low and controlled. “So, Deborah… what exactly do you want now?”However there was a long silence. Deborah’s throat tightened, and she pressed her palms together nervously. She looked at her daughter, Jessica, who sat beside her looking down, too ashamed to meet Damien’s eyes. With a deep breath, Deborah stood up again, clutching her hands to her chest as if she were trying to gather courage from the very air around her.“It’s about Jessica,” she began softly.Damien arched a brow slightly but said nothing, waiting.Then Deborah continued, “I know this might sound selfish. Maybe even foolish. But I don’t care anymore. I don’t care what anyone thinks because I was the one

Inside Damien's mansion, Deborah, Jessica, and Uncle Bernard were all seated, their faces holding different kinds of thoughts and emotions. And seated in front of them, calmly, yet with a hint of tiredness on his face, was Damien.He wasn’t supposed to be down here tonight. Not with the kind of stressful day he had just gone through. His schedule was already choking, and today was one of those days he wished he could simply disappear. But then again, he got the message. They said they needed to talk urgently. And even though he hated interruptions, the only reason he was even here right now was because of Uncle Bernard. That man wasn’t just anybody. Damien had respect for him, and that respect was deep. So no matter how tired he was, if Uncle Bernard called, he showed up.He sat with his legs slightly apart, elbows on his knees, fingers interlocked together, and his piercing gaze moved slowly across the three people seated in front of him.Still, despite this moment, Damien’s mind was

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