Novels by Dominant pen

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

The lobby of the hospital was filled with hums from clients who had come to visit their wards. On the wall is a flat screen which was displaying with people barely glancing at it.Laurent entered the hospital with Mrs. Smith. Laurent left Mrs. Smith to talk to the staff members behind the desk– the receptionist.He returned to her and said. “Let's go straight down. We're to meet with one doctor Andrew.They went in the direction, passing different doors which looked the same. Only the tag name on the door makes the difference.They stood at the door of Dr. Andrew and then Laurent's phone rang. Staring at the screen, he took a sharp breath.“Mum, you should go ahead. I'll catch you. I need to pick this.” He said politely and walked out.Mrs. Smith nodded gently. “Alright. I'll be expecting you.” she said, smiling then she twisted the door knob and entered the room.Inside of the Dr. Andrews office was sparkling neat. The Doctor is forty years old and the evidence of his maturity could

Clara couldn't answer the question. Silence stretched thin between them. It looks like she just asked a very dumb question. Even Laurent's response was another thing– he looks clueless and maybe heartless– like a man without any feelings but how could she know about the betrayals from the ones he thought he loved and trusted.If actually Laura could find out. Then she'll have to prove herself worthy.Laurent's eyes locked on her after he asked the question.“What do you mean by that?" Laurent's voice came again, low, calm but demanding.She blinked and shook her head gently. “No..it's nothing.” She wanted to ignite the car but Laurent's voice stopped her.“I'll be taking a Taxi.” He simply said.Clara paused and looked at him, her face a mask of twist, expressing confusion.“But I'm driving–”“I appreciate it Clara. I just think it's better to sort myself out. Moreover, that's my car over there.” He pointed to the car at the front. Clara was lost. Her heart tightened. Laurent sounded

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

Her jaw dropped, leaving her mouth widely opened like someone struggling to swallow the whole of a watermelon.Bill stared at her with eyes glinting with concern.“What is the problem Beauty? Are you okay?" He bent down and picked up the fallen phone.Staring at the screen, it has blinded with cracks.“You'll need a new device." He breathed and shifted his gaze to her. “Is there something you need to tell me?" Bill pressed on eagerly.Beauty shook her head gently and said with a low voice “No..no...I guess I'm just seeing things uhmm..maybe.." Her voice trailed and she looked at Bill who concentrated on her, anticipating her to spill the main bone of contention.Beauty gulped hard. “I..I saw an alert of $4 million dollars on my phone.” She paused.“No..no.. it can't be real. I think it was a hallucination." She shook her head, her mind swirling with thoughts.Bill smiled gently for a reason known to himself alone.“Maybe John has sent the money he talked about." Bill told her.Beauty

Alice fell to her knees with tears spilling from her eyes.“No..no..don't please." She clapped her hands together apologetically.Her sobs filled the room.The female interview who couldn't comprehend what was happening stood up sharply.“What is this all about sir?! This is clearly unprofessional!!" She fired.“And are you going to teach me professionalism when I simply asked to shut up and just watch! It's a simple command!!" Bill fired back.The woman was now ready to challenge Bill. “Neither did Mr. Frank nor Mrs Janet didn't tell me we'll be having a new interviewer for this show so who exactly are you!!!" She fired back, casting Bill a suspicious glare.Bill stood up and scoffed. “Talking about Mrs. Janet? If you don't want to join her wherever she is, just keep shut and let me handle this!!" Silence took over but the tension rose drastically. The female interview stared at Bill angrily as if to swallow him and crush him with her teethNonetheless, she took her seat angrily,

Lucas was seething with rage and it was visible on his face.“Who is that bastard who dares mess with you!!" He barked, his voice effusing anger.He reached out to his phone on the table and put a call across to a number while Janet stood at the side, basking in her own fury.“Hello. Tiger?! I need you to deal with a riffraff. Take it urgent. Break his bones and peel off his flesh. Make the vultures of the sky feed on him. I'll get you his picture." He said, his voice is thick and cold, filled with threat.Lucas lowered the phone and turned to Janet. “Do you have the bastard number?" “No." Janet shook her head.Suddenly, her phone buzzed. The message is from one of the staff at globe news who is her close friend. Displayed on the screen is the video of Bill appointing the new manager who replaced Janet and the worker.Anger flashed in her eyes, her eyelid twitches. "You need to see this. That idiot!!" She shrieked between gritted teeth.Lucas took the phone swiftly, his gaze shifted