Novels by Sofia Cora

Eleven years. That was how long Master Grayden had been holding the envelope.He was seventy-four years old, retired, and he had trained Ethan for eight years after Martha died. When Liam's call came through that morning, the old man answered on the first ring and said: "I've been waiting eleven years for this call." He sent the envelope by private courier without another word.It arrived before nine AM.Ethan set it on The Anchor's counter in front of Scarlett without speaking. She opened it slowly, like she already knew it mattered.Inside: Martha Cole's personal copies of everything. Every stolen transfer from Holt Corporation — forty-one million, moved out over seven years, all traced to Raymond Shaw's shell companies. Raymond's own signature on three of the authorization forms. And at the very back, a handwritten notarized witness statement. Dated fourteen years ago. Written in the week before they came for her.Martha had known they were coming. So she made a copy of everything,

Derek Shaw walked into that boardroom like a man who had already won.Three lawyers beside him. A counter-narrative polished and ready. The quiet confidence of someone who had managed difficult rooms before and expected this to be no different.He was wrong before he even sat down.The board was already assembled when the doors opened — and Ethan walked in behind them.No announcement. No invitation needed. His certified beneficial shareholder position had been on record for months. He took a seat at the table, folded his hands, and looked at nothing in particular while the board's attorneys reviewed his credentials and found no reason to object.Derek stared at him across the table. Ethan didn't look back. That, more than anything, set the tone.Ethan placed a single document in front of the board chair and said nothing. The board passed it around — strategy file metadata, eighteen months of it. Every submission from the anonymous internal channel. Creation timestamps. Author codes.

The health inspection notice was gone.Not disputed. Not appealed. Just — gone. Replaced overnight by a Category A commercial status upgrade and a city dismissal letter that Scarlett had done absolutely nothing to trigger.She stood in the back office with the letter in her hand and opened her evidence notebook to a fresh page.Fourth intervention in two weeks. Same access level. Same clean resolution. This is not a coincidence. Someone is running a counter-operation against Shaw — and they're doing it for me.She underlined counter-operation twice. Then she picked up her phone and called Ethan.He arrived that afternoon, sat at the counter, ordered black coffee. She brought it herself, leaned against the counter, and looked at him."You paid off Barlow's loan."He said nothing."Three point eight million, Ethan." She kept her voice level. "That's not a favour. That's a statement. What do you want from me?""Nothing.""Nobody spends 3.8 million on nothing.""I spent it on the café," h

Eleven minutes.That was how long Ethan sat in Liam's car across from The Anchor Café without moving. Not because he wasn't ready. Because he needed to see her first — before she saw him, before she could ask questions he hadn't yet decided how to answer.The café was modest. Hand-painted sign, clean windows, the kind of place built with someone's own hands and stubbornness. Shaw Capital had thrown four separate legal mechanisms at it in the past year.It was still open.Through the glass, she ran the morning rush with the efficiency of someone who had stopped thinking about individual steps. Counter, machine, staff, customer — back around, nothing wasted. The calm wasn't peace. It was armor. He recognized the specific kind."Entity challenge withdrawn this morning," Liam said beside him. "Outside counsel had a conflict of interest — one call to the oversight board. They folded.""Good.""She has no idea why it disappeared.""Good." Ethan watched her pass a coffee across the counter w

The divorce confirmation came through at nine in the morning.Ethan read it once, pocketed his phone, and kept walking. Three years of patience, strategies, company revenue, and a hope he should have buried long before now. He actually made it to the end of the block before he stopped.He was back at the Lane house by noon.Patricia had arranged an audience — three friends in the entrance hall, positioned with the precision of women who had discussed the staging beforehand. She handed him a printed document: his relocation timeline. Seven days. The warmth in her voice was precisely calibrated for witnesses."We do wish you well, Houseboy. Truly."He read it standing there — every line, front to back. Set it on the table. "I'll be out today."Patricia blinked. Just once — but all three friends caught it. Three years of careful construction had just collapsed into thirty seconds. He was leaving today. That was not her script.He packed in eleven minutes — photograph of his mother, jade

The call took only thirty seconds.Two in the morning, the Lane house asleep. Deputy Commissioner Hale answered on the second ring — men who had been quietly saved multiple times from career-ending scandals never let this number go to voicemail."The Anchor Café, Meridian Street. The lease challenge filed tonight must be dismissed by morning. Procedural error in the complaint.""Of course, my lord. It'll be handled."Done. Ethan set the phone down. Somewhere across the city, a woman had spent two years being hunted and still hadn't broken. The least he could do was clear tonight's trap before she woke up to it.Morning came with Derek Shaw's car in the driveway and a family attorney beside Patricia in the sitting room, door not quite fully shut. Ethan caught three words drifting through the gap as he came downstairs — divorce timeline, asset declaration — and his own name attached to both like a problem being itemized.He made tea. Brought it in on a tray. Set a cup in front of each o

He's not deadCaen, Isona, and Dion gazed at the screen, wondering what Vega had to show them when a video started playing.In the video, a young silver-haired boy could be seen. The boy only looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old at most. The boy was wearing a basic robe, lying on a bed. Machines were connected to him.They observed the video and noticed how the boy seemed like he was being tortured. There were three more people in the room that looked like scientists. The video ended as the boy stopped moving as if he was dead. The Scientists left the room. Some maids came, wrapped the boy in sheets, and carried him outside.Vega removed his hand from the screen as the video ended. Gazing back at his people, he calmly asked,"What did you think about that video?""What was that video? Some scientists doing experiments on a kid, or was it torture?" Caen asked.He continued,"We already know humans are cruel. Nothing new. Why should we care if a kid was killed? Unless... There's s

A fool's errandOmega sat down in front of Kahn and bowed his head without looking Kahn in the eyes. It felt as if Omega was submitting himself and acknowledging Kahn as it's master. The next moment, Kahn felt a connection towards Omega as of the wolf was an extension of his own body and consciousness.“Do you understand what I'm saying?” Kahn asked Omega to check whether his guess was right.Omega nodded in response and stood back up.“Good. Now go and hunt something I could eat. Not too big and meat shouldn't be too hard to chew.” Kahn commanded Omega. Since je was under the weakened state, he barely had strength to walk and could not go to find something to eat.He thought about having something to eat first because he had no energy left in him and meat was the best source to regain strength.After Omega ran off towards the bushes and completely disappeared out of his sight, Kahn called to the system again.“System, can you help me create fire?” Kahn asked curiously.«What am I, y

Tell me moreKahn heard all the notifications inside his head. He already expected something like this to happen when he killed the red wolf and heard the Ding sound in his head.To his surprise, he not only learned how to activate War Dominance but he also broke through the current threshold of his capacity and already went past his limits to meet the conditions to unlock his War Deity Body. This means he will be twice stronger when he recovered his strength again.The first encounter Kahn had in Vantrea as soon as he entered was a life or death battle and he barely managed to survive. Who knew if eh we ended up dying here, would anyone ever know or care? He would die just a nameless death.. AGAIN.Kahn tried to focus his mind again on the notifications in his mind. There was no system panel or screen board for him to check these notifications in a list or scroll through them one by one. It was as if this system was part of his consciousness itself and somehow acted like his mind wh

VantreaDerek's new body.. now Kahn.. was something he always dreamt of and wanted to have in his ideal standards of a physical body. He was six-feet and three-inches tall, normal white skin tone same as his previous life. He had an angled but somewhat wider jaw. His face was well proportioned and very handsome. He had bulging muscles and six pack abs. Unlike his previous life, this time his hair color was completely black and not brown. They were smooth, soft, and wavy. His hair was done from the right side from his perspective. They were long but not till his shoulder length long either. His eyes were black, unlike his former life where they were blue. It was not to stand out or being assumed as someone from a particular region because blue eyes were always most noticeable part of particular countries or regions. Black hair and eye color was very universal on the other hand.His built was very balanced. His upper body had wider shoulders and big arms, his chest was big enough to ali

I found himIn the void of nothingness, where the flow of time itself didn't exist and not even a ray of light could be seen. This place was neither Heaven nor Hell. It was just an infinite space filled with absolute nothing as if the concept of life and death did not exist here.Suddenly, a crack in space appeared out of nowhere, it kept elongating at an extremely fast speed and in an instant, it stretched around ten kilometers and a gigantic figure sitting on a black stone throne which was no less than a size of a mountain itself emerged from the other side of the void.This figure was akin to the height of a couple of mountains, completely clad in majestic black clothes and had a hood on the head almost resembling the Grim Reaper itself. Its face could not be seen as if it didn't exist. It looked around for a moment and waved its right hand and created a space of its own, widening for a dozen kilometers and stabilizing itself like forming a gigantic barrier.An ancient voice, so de

Accident“A car accident!?” Derek yelled while rushing out of the door and looking for a cab.“We don't have any fucken car! What the hell happened!?” Derek yelled at the nurse.“I'm sorry, I'm not at liberty to say. The doctors will explain it..” Derek hung up on her. He had no time for useless babbling, only for a goddamn cab. Every second in the traffic was torture, and when he finally arrived, it was too late.The surgeon and a police officer explained to him that Carl had been run over by a drunk driver. The culprit had run off and the police was still looking for him.A bystander had immediately called 911, but because of the traffic jam caused by the accident, it took hours for the ambulance to arrive. So when Carl arrived at the hospital he was already in critical conditions. He had multiple fractures, ruptured spleen and internal bleeding, requiring immediately surgery. Derek had been called to while Carl was just entering the OR.They had done their best to save him, but Car