Novels by Sammy X

"You!" Serena jumped to her feet and quickly threw on a long overcoat.Her face was as red as a ripe apple as she shouted at him, "Get out. Now!"He hadn't expected to see her that way and had only barged in because of the faint scent of blood in the air."It's not what you think," Elijah raised his hand in defense, thinking of the best explanation to give. She definitely wouldn't believe him if he told her why he had really entered her room."What I think? You are not allowed in my room, didn't I warn you..." Serena looked like she could beat him up at that moment."You didn't lock your door well. I was worried about your leg..."That was a sensible explanation, right?She snorted and sat on the bed. "Worried, huh? Aren't you worried the Lancasters will take revenge on you?""If they disrespect my wife, I'll do it again," Elijah told her firmly, and this made her face flush even brighter. How could he casually pretend to be brazen? He was really thick-skinned."Don't even think yo

".......this is all I know. It's all I really know." The patriarch of the Blackwood finished explaining to Elijah, and the eyes of his grandchildren wandered around.They had just listened to the old man narrate how they came to be one of the five great families in Brooklyn Heights by destroying the name of the Langstons.Just like the other great families, the Lancasters had their parts to play too but had lived off the benefits for years."I guess all you needed was a little motivation...." Elijah pulled a golden needle from behind the old man's spine and his body became paralyzed again. He could no longer speak or move a muscle, just like the other members of his family who had also breathed in the incapacitant from the vent.He dropped the bag containing the licenses on the table and said, "Seven days from now will mark the date when the Langstons were massacred fifteen years ago. The Lancasters must gather before the grave of the matriarch, buried on the outskirts of Brooklyn He

"Grandpa, I just called the Blackwoods and they deny responsibility for the attacks on our facilities. They only summoned the Shadowless Ghost Duo to deal with the brazen expert known as Elijah Langston."Another of the old man's grandchildren stood up to announce, "Grandpa, I just spoke with the patriarch of the Wexler family. They claim they are busy gathering the full strength of their recently purchased private security company to deal with the insolent bastard who crashed their birthday event last night. This is not their doing."Yet a third grandchild announced, "Father, I spoke with the matriarch of the Ainsworths. They are our allies and have always used their media to cover for us, they have no reason to start trouble. Moreover, they only have government security, not private experts capable of carrying out strategic attacks.""The Ainsworths can't be involved. I'm always in contact with them. They even helped me with a little thing yesterday..." Anthony Lancaster chirped in

“This is bullshit! Who dares to start a fight with our Lancaster family?” Andrew Lancaster’s body shook with rage as he said this. Only aristocratic and other great families might have the resources to start a fight with them.There had been no disagreement among the great families for fifteen years. Why would that change now?“Who are they? Who dares to burn down our research facilities? Do they want to die?” Anthony’s face was distorted as he spoke.Other members of the Lancasters joined in, speculating on who could be behind the attack, but none of their theories made any sense. No family in Brooklyn Heights would be that brazen.“Make the call to our facility in the Eastern District to double their production rate. As long as we have it running, we can meet all of our pending supplies and—” Anthony had barely finished speaking when a man in a security uniform stumbled into the room with his arm covered in fresh blood.“Master Anthony, I’m head of security for the Eastern Distric

When Serena arrived at the apartment, her relatives had already left, but her parents appeared to still be arguing about the matter. Rosalie sat to the side, scrolling through her device and choosing not to involve herself.“Sweet Serena, you are back? Is the matter solved now?” Margaret asked as she quickly moved to get up.Serena sighed in exhaustion and said, “I don't think Grandpa is ready to do anything. He asked me to go to bed.”“What?” Margaret's body shook with rage. “Does old age cause people to make wrong decisions? Not only has he forced you to marry that spineless idiot, he would watch our DiLaurentis family fall?”“Why do you have to jump to conclusions always? Master DiLaurentis has always watched this family—why would he—” Richard was trying to speak when he was quickly interrupted by his wife.“Did I ask you to speak? Let me tell you, that old man is making the wrong decision and it's up to our Serena to set things right,” Margaret said sternly.“Is our son-in-law al

“What are you waiting for? Hurry up and beat him to death!” Anthony cursed at the thugs he had come with.He couldn't even touch his face because it hurt so badly.Serena took a step backward in fear as the thugs proceeded toward them, but Elijah remained in place and slowly touched his sleeves.Before either party could make a move, a recognizable female voice sounded from the side. “Fighting is prohibited here at Diamond Pharmaceutical.”The thugs paused at once and glared at Evelyn Davidson, who was walking toward the scene.“Ask your people to stand down, Mr. Lancaster, or we'll be forced to blacklist the Lancasters from future business,” Evelyn's voice was surprisingly calm.She took a stance between the two parties who were having a standoff.“You are just Vice President, Ms. Davidson. What makes you think you can blacklist my family? We are the biggest distributor of pharmaceuticals in this Brooklyn Heights.”The arrogance could no longer be seen clearly; his face was now swoll

Somewhere in New Spring.A remote, industrial sector on the city jurisdiction. Abandoned buildings, rusting cranes, busted floodlights, and roads riddled with weeds and cracks. But tonight, it pulsed with unnatural activities.The low rumble of armored trucks echoed across the cracked pavement. Military-grade vehicles rolled into place with smooth discipline, SUVs, tanks, black vans without license plates.Special forces in tactical gear poured out by the dozen as they deployed around the perimeter.Drones buzzed quietly overhead. The entire complex was locked down within minutes.On top of one of the tallest buildings, Evelyn Grey stood with her hands folded behind her back, wind tugging at her coat. Her expression was calm but fierce, her eyes focused on the activity below. This wasn’t just another mission. It was personal now.A final blow.Her team of experts had spent the past few hours running satellite sweeps, digging into cryptic military-grade firewalls, and pulling old

The metallic scent of blood lingered in the air as William Miller stepped into the isolated warehouse, his right hand hidden behind his back. His luminous eyes swept through the blood-stained expanse, taking in the sight of corpses still littered across the ground. This was the place.The location where Gary Marcus had his men bring Ms. Amelia days ago… where the Sinclair practitioners had clashed with Marcus' men. The air was still heavy with resentment and stale qi energy.William’s boots crunched faintly over dried blood as he moved forward. His internal energy pulsed in quiet rhythm with his footsteps, a calm yet sharp aura coiled around his body. Somewhere on this floor… he'd left it behind.He rarely cared to retrieve his acupuncture needles once they had served their purpose. They were tools, extensions of his will, easily replaced. But something Amelia had said earlier about his needles had triggered a faint memory. A detail almost forgotten.The half-step to Grandmast

Harry stood motionless, the phone still pressed to his ear as the last of the laughter died away. The world around him seemed to crumble, the weight of the revelation sinking into his bones. He had been used, no, worse. He had been nothing more than a stepping stone, a tool in someone else's game. The realization hit him like a slap to the face, but it wasn’t enough to break the anger that was building inside him.He dropped the phone to the ground, watching as it bounced once, twice, before it clattered to a stop. His fingers twitched with rage, and the gun in his hand suddenly felt too small. Tracey’s tear-filled eyes locked onto his, and for a brief moment, he considered the woman who had once foolishly loved him with everything. But any trace of humanity he had left was swallowed by the rage creeping over him. He turned away from her, away from everything. He strode out of the room, the wheels of his chair screeching against the concrete. His mind raced as he plotted his

The cold steel walls of the bunker seemed to echo with the harsh sound of Harry Snow’s wheelchair scraping against the ground. Harry had become a figure of silent rage. The bunker’s heavy doors closed behind him with a thud. At the center of the room, Tracey Wilson sat. The once vibrant woman was now bound tightly to a chair, her mouth gagged, her tears the only signs of life left in her.She caught sight of him as he entered the room, and for a brief moment, hope showed in her eyes. But it was short-lived. Her heart twisted painfully as Harry wheeled himself into view, and her groan of struggle filled the space. She worked furiously to chew through the gag, her desperate actions only worsening her hopelessness.Harry paused for a second before he pulled a small pistol from his waistband and aimed it directly at her, the cold metal gleaming. Tracey froze and more tears poured from her eyes. Her eyes searched his face, desperately trying to find the Harry she had once known, t

Amelia had arrived at her family's villa, and the moment the gates opened, she could see a flurry of activity inside the space. Her father Edward appeared to addressing a group of Master practitioners and her mother stood not far away with her arms folded. "Amelia!" Her mother’s voice pierced the air before she even stepped out of the car.Vera Sinclair was marching down the marble steps with fire in her eyes, flanked by four master practitioners and a visibly tense Edward right behind. Her hands were on her waist. “Where have you been?! Do you have any idea the chaos you caused? We were about to send every Sinclair master out into the city!”Amelia stood still, her hands on the car door, not even glancing in her mother’s direction. Her voice was calm, but her chest was rising and falling with the weight of something heavier. “Is William here?”Vera blinked, almost offended.“Excuse me?”“I said, is William here?” Amelia repeated, turning fully now and facing her parents.Her mo

The sound of screeching tires cut into the aftermath of the scene in front of the road. A matte black Aston Martin Valkyrie came to a sharp halt at the edge of the street.The soft hiss of hydraulics whispered as the door lifted open and from it stepped a man, tall, cold-eyed.William Miller.He didn’t speak.He didn’t have to.The air seemed to shift as Evelyn Grey and a formation of armed men snapped into a line, all bowing slightly in sharp, synchronized respect as he approached. The surrounding air still reeked of the brief chaos that had unfolded moments earlier, but calm had returned. Behind Evelyn, the rest of her team were dragging rough-looking, bloodied men local gangsters toward the back of a large black truck. Their bruises was a testimony to the brutal justice already served.Evelyn stepped forward, eyes lighting up when she saw him, “Young Master, you are here ” she said crisply, though her voice held a tinge of satisfaction, “We arrived just in time. The idiots didn