Novels by PASCALY

Dave was amazed and impressed as he walked through the mall, his eyes filled with admiration. Everything looked so bright and beautiful—there were so many people, and so many interesting things one could buy. Umm... Dave froze as he noticed everyone in the mall seemed to have fixed their eyes on him. The looks they gave were filled with disgust, their judgment plain and unhidden. He could even hear the surrounding whispers. "Oh my God… who's that? He looks so unkempt." "What the hell? Why would they let a beggar in here?" "Who knows? Maybe he's not just a beggar but a criminal…" Yeah, you're right, man. Someone like him, hmm… > "Mmm, he's definitely here to steal something." Dave didn't mind the stares or what they were whispering about. He acted as if he didn't care and walked straight toward a boutique store. Just at the entrance, a saleslady stood there, looking stunning and cute. Dave couldn't help but smile to himself. Hmm… I see why they placed her at the entrance. Th

"Wow..." Dave whispered to himself as he entered the dining room. It looked like his father was hosting a feast—so many dishes were laid out on the long dining table. "Oh, son! You're here. "Come, come, join me," Mr. Jorge said warmly as he noticed Dave's presence. Dave didn't hesitate. He walked over and sat down beside his father. "Good morning, Dad," Diava greeted politely, noticing the odd look on his father's face as he sat beside him. "What's wrong, Dad?" he asked, puzzled by the strange expression Mr Jorge had just given him. Mr. Jorge sighed. "Son, why are you still wearing those old, saggy clothes? As the heir to Wayne Enterprises, you shouldn't be walking around looking like that. I mean you look absolutely ridiculous." "I know, Dad," Dave replied sheepishly. "I couldn't find any clothes in my drawer, so I just wore them, not like I had a choice." Jorge shook his head. "In that case, Danny should take you to the mall today. Get yourself some proper clothes—good ones."

Time skipped by as Dave enjoyed a rare and heartwarming moment with his father. The two of them wandered around the mansion, talking and laughing, exploring rooms filled with memories and stories of the past. For once, Dave felt at peace—free, even.Suddenly, he felt his cheap Nokia phone vibrating in his pocket.He reached for his phone and glanced at the screen. It was Jennifer Lawrence, his college classmate. Dave couldn't figure out from all the people why Jennifer Lawrence would be calling him, but out of curiosity, he decided to answer.Sorry, Dad. "Can I have a second?" he asked politely."Of course, son," Mr. Jorge replied with a gentle nod.Dave stepped aside and answered the call. "Hello?"Suddenly, a small sarcastic chuckle came from the other end. "Is that Dave?" she asked."Yes, this is Dave. "Why did you call, Jennifer?" he replied."Oh," she laughed as she spoke, "I can't believe you're still alive!" I was scared no one would answer. I thought maybe you had died from st

"Hey Mom, I'm heading out," Vivian walked into the living room just as Eva finished her sentence. She was wearing a short, pink gown."Where do you think you're going dressed like that, Vivian?" Samantha asked, raising an eyebrow."Mom… I thought I told you," Vivian replied, rolling her eyes like a spoiled teenager."What do you mean you told me?" Samantha shot back, folding her hands as she stear at her, wanting to hear her excuse.Vivian huffed and turned around. "Well duh… you know my friend Jessica? She's having a birthday party and literally everyone is going to be there.""Oh really," Samantha said with mild surprise. "I didn't realize today was Jessica Vick's birthday," she said, unfolding her arms and instinctively reaching behind her neck with one hand, clearly not expecting that response." Her mom did mention it was coming up, but she didn't tell me it was today.Jessica's mother, Mrs. Vick is a close friend of Samantha. The two often visited each other, and coincidentally,

Mr. Jorge let out a soft smile as he picked up the card from his lap. "Son, take it," he said gently. Even if you don't want it now, you'll take it when I'm gone. And by that time, it'll be much more than this. Besides, I have no use for it anymore—I'm just a sick old man running out of time. I won't be around much longer to enjoy any of this. He stretched out his hand toward Dave, the card trembling slightly between his fingers. "Here, son. Take it," Mr. Jorge urged again. Upon hearing what his father said, Diava hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to make his dad feel bad, so he slowly reached out and took the card from his father's hand. "Oh my God…" Dave whispered, still in disbelief. Is this real? Does this mean… I'm filthy rich? Lost in his thoughts, overwhelmed by emotion, Dave suddenly rushed forward and hugged his father tightly. "Thank you, Dad. I don't even know how to begin to thank you." Mr. Jorge looked at Dave and returned the hug with a warm smile. It's oka

"It can't be… is that really you?" the man gasped, his voice trembling. "Oh my goodness… I've been searching for Victoria—and for you—for years." I never thought this day would come. He reached out and took Dave's hand, clutching it tightly, as though afraid the boy might vanish. His eyes filled with unshed tears. Dave stepped back slightly, confused. "How do you know my mother? "Who… who are you?" he asked cautiously, his voice barely above a whisper after hearing the name Victoria. The man looked at him with a mixture of sorrow and joy. "I'm Jorge Wayne," he said softly. "Your father." Dave froze. The words hit him like a wave, my father. For the first time in his life, he was standing face to face with the man he had always wanted to meet since he was a kid. His heart began pounding in his chest, and his lips parted, but no words came out. "Where is Victoria, your mother?" Mr. Jorge asked gently. Tears welled up in Dave's eyes as he replied, "She died nine years ago… from ca