Novels by Dominant pen

Isadora walked out to the dinning Hall with a lidded silver tray gently latched on her hand, her motion cautious and calculated. Kane also walked out of his room in a casual outfit a few seconds after. He looked refreshed and smelled even better after he freshened up.He walked to the dinning Hall and stopped at a distance, watching Isadora dish white rice into a plate. He couldn't help but smile, admiring her focus and attentiveness to what she was doing.She unlided the tray and gently scooped the rice into a plate, the steam snaking into the air lazily.He shook his head lightly in quiet amusement and admiration, walking closer. The smile on his face didn't waver. "You know, you're going to pass if you choose a career as a chef." He said quietly, making Isadora aware of his presence . Her cheek flush, but she didn't lift her head, setting fried plantain on the grains.The dinning hall was even filled with aroma that mixed with the air as she opened the tray containing the pepper s

Barasa grabbed Juliana and yanked her up energetically. Without any words, he dragged her out of the place like a trash bag and slammed her body against his car, rocking it gently.Barasa's finger dug into her collar, his eyes blazing like a hungry predator."Where the heck did they take her!!" He barked, saliva spraying from his lips.Julian winced as pain shot through her body. The earlier fear diminished into defiance and confidence."I'm going to speak on one condition." She said firmly.Barasa's face masked with irritation and exasperation. "You're playing games with me?!" He hissed, training his gun to her face. Juliana's fear completely evaporated like steam, her expression rigid as steel like she wasn't the same person shivering at Barasa's feet a few minutes ago. She'd planned to harness Barasa's desperation for clout. If he could face the most ruthless family in the city because of a girl he was finding, then the girl was really valuable to him.A Sly smile curled her lips

"Where's the girl you wanted to kill?!!" Barasa thundered, his voice resonating fixtures of the hall. Maids gasped behind curtains. They watched with a complicated mix of thrill and fear.Gabriel held his imprinted face, his eyes widened. Not out of horror or fears, but in sheer disbelief. The Audacity of Gabriel lifting his hand to slap him in the face. In his zone!He straightened up, a devilish smile plastering half on his face. He spat blood, his lips dripping blood which he wiped with his sleeve."You dare come to my territory and challenge me. How dare you! You're foolish, and you gonna die like a rat!" He hissed venomously, pulling out a gun from his band and aiming at Barasa's face."You think you're a touch man, Huh? You're just a black wimpy ass!!" Tanker, seeing the move yanked his Beretta M9 and trained it on Gabriel."Drop the damn gun." He hissed, his finger hovering the trigger.Tension spiked in the hall.Barasa walked closer to Gabriel without batting a brow as Gabr

That night, Barasa was on rampage.He'd been inside the Hall 24hrs, flying the 4k camera drone in the air like his life was on the line, but he caught no face like Isadora.The men who went in search of Isadora also returned empty. Bad news for Barasa."You all are mad!! You're all pathetic scum!!" He boiled, his voice resonating the roof with anger.His men tensed. Tanker, his right hand man had never seen him Boss looking so disoriented and vexed. Barasa had practically going berserk! Not for a failed deal. Not for a ruined transaction or drug import . It was for a woman who'd made his heart restless. Her image carved deep into his soul like a mural. "Damn!!" Barasa swung the drone controller across the room with a loud crack. He stepped closer to the wall, the damaged controller crunching under his boot. He ran his finger over his head like he was going really insane, his breathing ragged and shallow. Tanker walked to him quietly, almost cautiously. He'd worked with Barasa for a

Kane walked out of Pulse 47 unscathed, Mei simmering with rage at the side like a pressure cooker."You've just crossed the line, Kane." She bit out, her jaw tight that her gum paled."Then let's see who's gonna bleed." Kane toned firmly with an amusing edge, a silent war drum hammering between them.Kane entered his car and zoomed out of the club premises. His mind didn't stop processing everything that Mei told him at the club, his finger tapping the steering wheel, a soft steady beat.What if all Mei was saying about Isadora was true? Could she be a spy? A pretender with a scarred history? A Gay? The look in her eyes that night they tangled, was it all a con?Kane drove into his mansion and parked the car. Stepping out of the car with the phone she bought for Isadora, the security man hurried to meet up with him."Good evening, sir." He greeted with a gentle bow. Kane turned to him. "Evening, Benny. How was your day?" "It was fine, Sir." He answered politely."Is there something

James sneered, his eyes simmering with rage. " The moment you take on him, you stamped a death wish with your fucking hands. Deal with it!" He kicked himself free from Vance grip, yet the manager crawled to after him like an insect, tears spilling from his eyes like a fountain, his pride crumbling before Staff members and interns who won't dare look him in the face in the past, but he didn't care about their dismayed gaze. He'd taken on the wrong person. James person. He didn't know who Kane was, but whoever he might be, he must be someone very important for James to react psycho about him. "Securities!!" James barked, his voice rippling waves. Two other Securities rushed inside, boot stumping the hall. James finger snapped at Vance, suit sagged, wristwatch loose, his ego scuffed on the floor. Manager Vance was a wreck. "Drag him out here! I don't want to see his shit in this company!" Badmus couldn't speak. He was lost for words. He was confused. Why was James so crazy about Kane

Music blasted out from a speaker, vibrating the whole club. Colourful light swirled, painting everywhere like a rainbow.On a stage were stark n*ked girls known as whores twirling their body round a long pole like snakes, snapping their body rhythmically in a sultry way, to the beat of the sensational music that shook the four walls.Meanwhile, on the lower ground, beer flows, wine poured like water, the clinking of glasses was swallowed by the loudness of the music.The air was choking with the smell of wine, smokes, and conversations had to be loud....even screamed to reach any ear.This isn't a place for kids, regarding how colorful it is. It is a Casino, a place where gambling rules, where rich men dine and spend billions in just a single night..where suits aren't formal but format— a show of lavishness.Girls barely covered to the thigh and scantily wrapped on the bosson rocked their body on rich men. They're not just dancing, their body is working for money.Casino.A place wit

“Then he is digging his own grave.”A smirk crossed Laura Croft's face. Just slightly. Her plan was germinating.She walked closer to Jones, a faint deadly smile tugging at the corner of her lips."That's what I asked for Jones. An alliance. Solidity—” She paused, stepping closer to Jones.“I believe the man chasing us has a mission but we're going to kill him first before he even gets to us." She said, allowing her words to sink in the silence.Jones stared at her for some moments. Then he exhaled sharply, picked up his cigar and clipped it between his lips. Without asking, one of his men lit the cigar.Laura watched.He breathes in, taking in the content of the cigar. He poured out the smoke in the air from nostrils like the two silencers of a power bike emitting Incombustibles gas.Halfway, he lowered the cigar, staring at it like a promiscuous man observing the b*tt of a whore. He nodded and looked at Laura. His eyes were red.“What's the plan.” His voice came hoarsely like a cro

A sleek Maybach gls 600 eased through a black gigantic, beyond the trimmed edges, beyond the bodyguards stationed at the both side of the driveway and the car pulled over in getting to the front of a towering building.Surrounding the building were bodyguards dressed in black and armed to the teeth with heavy rifles. It didn't hang on their shoulders but it was held in their hand in alertness.At a side in the spacious mansion under a black gazebo is Jones relaxed with his back leaned on a recliner.He dressed simple– just a short that barely reached his knee. At his back were bodyguards with guns too. He looks nothing but the king of the jungle– the lion himself.Set aside is a hassock with an expensive wine which had already been poured in a glass of wine both resting on it.Jones crossed his leg, the right above the left and clipped between his fingers is a fat cigar which he occasionally took to his mouth.He took the cigar to his lips and wheezed in the contents.Meanwhile, the

A sleek Maybach gls 600 eased through a black gigantic, beyond the trimmed edges, beyond the bodyguards stationed at the both side of the driveway and the car pulled over in getting to the front of a towering building.Surrounding the building were bodyguards dressed in black and armed to the teeth with heavy rifles. It didn't hang on their shoulders but it was held in their hand in alertness.At a side in the spacious mansion under a black gazebo is Jones relaxed with his back leaned on a recliner.He dressed simple– just a short that barely reached his knee. At his back were bodyguards with guns too. He looks nothing but the king of the jungle– the lion himself.Set aside is a hassock with an expensive wine which had already been poured in a glass of wine both resting on it.Jones crossed his leg, the right above the left and clipped between his fingers is a fat cigar which he occasionally took to his mouth.He took the cigar to his lips and wheezed in the contents.Meanwhile, the

“Is he with a woman already?" Hannah threw the question at Mrs. Smiths with a smooth voice, like a whisper.Mrs. Smith laughed softly, amused at how serious Hannah was taking the discussion.“I have no idea but I'm going to ask him.” Mrs. Smith mimicked her, whispering back.Hannah fakes a frown, her face rumpling slightly and she leaned her back on the chair but she he suddenly leans in, a small suspicious smile tucking on her lips like one who had a quick discovery.“You can call him right now and maybe he can come here too so we have a quick genotypic test." She said,Mrs. Smith almost burst into laughter. Hannah is really desperate to find her daughter a man. So eager to have a grandkid.***Mrs. Smith and Hannah were walking out along the long corridor of the hospital. Mrs. Smith couldn't help but laugh at every single word the woman was saying. She is hilarious and accommodative.The gentle evening breeze danced their gown backward gently.Meanwhile, Laurent drove Clara to the h

It was Clara who just called Laurent, informing him that her grandmother had gone missing.In a rush, he jumped into the car and drove off. A few minutes later, he cut off the engine at Hannah's residence and rushed out of the car to see Clara also coming out, worry etching all over her face.Laurent met her. “Where is she? Has anyone around seen her?!" He asked, looking concerned.Clara took a sharp breath, tired and frustrated. He rubbed her hand on her temple.“Listen Clara. She's fine wherever she is. We're going to find her. Okay?" Clara nodded gently.“Let's ask those who are around.” He said and walked to a woman who was washing her car outside her house.The woman seeing them approaching her direction straightened up and put off the washer.Laurent forced a smile and began politely “Good evening ma. We're sorry to disturb you but have you seen the woman that lives in that house today? He asked, pointing in the direction of Hannah's building.The woman followed the line of his

Beauty was left in a state of perplexity after Bill discovered the bruises on her elbow. Her expression shifted between concern and fear and it could be seen from the subtle quivering of her hand.Bill reached out and grabbed her hand gently. “Who did this to you?!" He asked calmly but beneath, he was suppressing a wave of anger.Beauty shook her head frantically. “You..you don't need to know Bill. It's no one. I mean..” She stuttered, looking flustered and the words hung in her throat as her gaze met Bill's. She swallowed hard.“He's Kelvin.. Kelvin Anakin.” She replied as an afterthought with a lowered voice.Bill's eyes lifted up. “And he did this to you? Why?” Beauty shook her head gently. “No Bill. Let's just forget about this. This means nothing. It's just an accident and it can happen to anyone.” She forced a smile, masking up her discomfort.“You don't need to be scared Beauty. Getting scared means you're at the losing end which will further give your enemies the chance to st

Kelvin trapped her against the wall, his hand gripping her two hands tightly, pressing them on the wall.Beauty struggled with him to free herself as her hand brushed against the cold wall, pain cruising through her nerves.She winced, her face tightened due to the discomfort and pain.“Let..let go of me Kelvin..you're hurting me.” She cried, her voice shaky with fear but Kelvin didn't loosen up.He pressed further, tightening his grip on her then he leaned in, breath away from her face in a way Beauty could feel his breath raking against her face. Kelvin's eyes went down, admiring his cleavage which was slightly revealed by the neck curve of her gown. “Fuck! You're hot!" A smirk crossed his face and he leaned further, his intention to kiss her sent a signal down to her muscle. Sandra struggled with him frantically and angled her face to the side but Kelvin was relentless.Before his lips could touch hers, a knock came on the door, cutting off the act.A deep frown rumpled Kelvin'

A slight frown crossed Beauty's face over Sandra's statement which got her embarrassed but she eased up, masking her uneasiness with a gentle smile.“No, I came to have my phone repaired.” She said briefly and wanted to excuse herself but Sandra cut her off before she could.“Meet my Boyfriend Kelvin. He’s the heir of the Anakin family.” She tucked her hair behind gently, a smile tugging on her lips as she continued with pride. “I mean, he's the successor of the Anakins and he manages all their wealth.”Beauty's eyes lifted to Kelvin who had a smug smile at the corner of his lips, basking in the admiration of his lies. Kelvin changes girls like cloth. He has a code; “the next must be more beautiful.” Meaning the next girl he'll date after the one he dumps must be beautiful.He always stick to the phrase.He had been making advances towards Sandra for a while, trying to have her attention and consequently capture her heart but Sandra had been playing hard to get not until Kelvin lie

Clinking of cutleries against glasswares charged the air of the school restaurant The space was live, buzzing with murmurs; Girls gisting at the corner, Male students talking about their crush and last night football rants. At a secluded corner of the restaurant seated Elijah, a plate of fried rice, dumplings that were perfectly made, expensive wines, costly than the school f*e resting at the side like a prize, waiting to be poured and at the other end of the table seated Dave. He wasn't eating but staring at Elijah like an alien that fell from an unknown space— different and strange. First, he could count...no it was just once that Elijah had stepped foot into the school restaurant. And it was Dave who took him there after one of those hectic lectures. Elijah made it clear, probably he was just cautious of his sparse pocket. That he would never step feet into the school restaurant. His reason; Spending thousands on meals is a waste of money. But here he is, right in front of hi

The door of the hall gave way. The room shifted and even the air seemed to freeze. Two men, huge, tall and sharp looking in black suits that could cut a glass pushed the door open with effortless practice. Then— In walked her. Sasha Li. Charred ashes suit cut to her fitness, neatly pressed under the pressure of a hot metal. No rumples, not even specks. Her black velvet sling back heels seem to war with the marbled floor. It clicked sharply like a threat, echoing in the ear of everyone. And they didn't sit. They all rose to their feet. Even the air evaporated, hanging tension loosely over the room. Her hair wasn't weaved. She had a cut. Smart, sharp, curling over her face as though she doesn't have that time to waste sitting in a Hair studio. No jewelry except a pair of princess cut stud diamond earrings catching scattering faint light. As she walked further, the air parted in front, her expensive perfume choking out the air behind. “Miss. Li...” Clinton Kenneth hurriedly met

The weight of the silence. If it fell, it wouldn't shatter. Thicker than glass yet fragile like silence. At exactly 10 seconds later, the clinking of a pin drop could be heard in the hall. What teremity! What could Elijah have swallowed that gave him the shoulder, the sheer balls to even speak before Mrs. Joanna. The fucking poorest boy on campus! Their thoughts though. Elijah stepped forward but Dave held his wrist back. He was shaking like the engine of a car that had been roaring ceaselessly for 100hrs. “No..Dave..” “And as for you.” Mrs. Joanna pointed at Dave. “You've failed. Just have that in mind. Now, both of you should get lost!” She spun. “Hey..bring me his paper.” A male student hurried to her with Dave's question paper and the answer script. Dave's heart banged against his chest, almost breaking out of the rib cage. “Ma..please.. please...” Mrs. Joanna wasn't known to show Mercy. Her yes remains yes and when she says otherwise, no man born out of a woman's ass c