Novels by Dominant pen

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

Pa. Walter's voice cut like a blade, grating down the silence.Jemina startled. Her heart dropped like a boulder into an abyss. She blinked. Not tears. Not yet. But out of the sheer disbelief and shock of seeing her grandfather enraged to that stupefying degree.She had never experienced such anger from him before. Not even when his day is going sour and neither when someone pisses him.Pa. Walter's eyes darkened, storm waging within.Jemina swallowed, her finger clutched under the table, shaking.Mrs. Smith didn't take a slight glance at her daughter. She masked her surprise beneath a knowing expression. She already knew what this is all about and she'll be disappointed in her daughter if she embarrasses her in the face of the family.Pa. Walter continued, his gaze hard like gravel. “You are failing Jemina. You're proving to be incompetent and you're only depending on past admirations and achievements .” He said colly but it cuts deeper like sharp ice, stinging like venom.Jemina b

The frequency of her voice was unsteady, rippling—rising and falling like a wave as she fired her daughter every shot. Every insult, every letter from her words scarred her heart like a razor.Jemina drank in everything but it boiled inside her— Too hot to be digested. It poured out from her eyes as hot tears.Mrs. Smith continued, her words hurting deeper than the last.“—I told you Jemina. He is a wrecker, not a husband. You need to drop that deadweight! Don't you just get it?! He's stagnant and he's a pollutant. Such a man doesn't even deserve to breathe in the same air as y—”“Mum!” Remina cut in between sobs. Voice low and tremblingBut Mrs. Smith didn't stop. She waved her off sharply.“No Remina! You're dropping that man..” Mr. Smith shook her head, exhausted and tired that her daughter wasn't seeing how wretched Blake is.She fired on, her voice low now but it seared deeper. “Look at the rich men in the city seeking vying for your attention. Those are the men. Real men...Ex

Juliana lost her voice. This man, he thought he was a zero, a nobody and even, a nomadic beggar who strayed into Vellore Tailors but that same man was about handling her bill like it was nothing. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he isn't a zero but a hundred. Two hundred even— significant.Her lips parted to speak but just air—low gasps. Her his lips pressed together, mind reeling with different thoughts.Again, she opened her lips and finally her words came but it didn't flow. It was cracking under the weight of the sheer surprise and..maybe guilt.Guilt of looking down on Blake earlier like he's a mere trash who should be in the Incer.“You.. you're going to pay?” Her voice cracked like an old wall, laced with disbelief and surprise.Blake smiled and nodded gently. “I'll handle it.” He simply said and his focus deviated to his phone."The tally is $10,000, sir.” The cashier said calmly, the Reverence in her voice was unmistakable.Though she didn't look down on Blake. She doesn't. Anybod

Time paused. Blake moved like a storm in the midst of a disturbing hurricane.He didn't blink. Didn't flinch. Not even pivoting to look at the shocking faces that look like they had seen the worst nightmare of their life yet they stood there, waiting for the disaster to strike.Gasps rippled in the air like gas blowing up from an overcompressed container.“Is he going crazy?!" “The platinum wears?!"“What a fatal joke. He'll be dragged to shame.”The comment buzzed yet Blake didn't stop. Not yet.Then he stopped at the spot where the platinum wears were displayed in a fancy show glass.Each cut was hung with precision and eloquence on the custom rack, screaming wealth and power. The suits were crisp, ironed to glass–shiny, eye-catching and breathtaking.The perfect style that suits powerful men and awakens undying attention in colossal events.Blake didn't linger too long. He already had his eyes on a piece.“I want this.” He simply pointed his finger, squarely at the suit he admir

Vallero Tailors.It is not just a name. It's a name, cloaked in luxury. Refinement and specialty.Only business magnates, powerful figures that could rattle the fabrics of the society with a flick of their fingers sort out clothings from the industry.The glossy sun of the day bounced off the towering glass facade, blinding. At the top entrance emblazoned the name in bold black; Vallero Tailors.At the nearby parking lot lined sleeks of cars, a far cry from the beat– car Blake once owned. It wasn't a car. It was faults, problems and trouble cloaked in old metal.Blake wants to erase his ugly past and with an iron pen, carve his name on a golden plate. He wants to change the game. The table must flip. Not just flip— Flip to the golden side.In his ordinary cloth— a frayed jacket, stained with grease from years of hard work in the Walton's family while a black jean trousers which had long gone out of fashion, ripped in the knee and faded, almost turning white hung on his waist.As he st

Blake stood there like a Banshee statue. He looks not only devastated but heartbroken. Not for once, not even slightly, Jemina has never reacted that way to him. Anger burned through his heart. Something snapped within him. His fist tightened and he felt like punching something.To hit something!To vent all the pains, the mockery, the embarrassment he had been facing from the family on something. Most of all, he felt like punching Mason's lips off his mouth. That bastard is up to something mischievous.His eyes were red with rage and his whole body trembled with the heat of the rage.But fighting now would complicate things more. He took a deep breath that flushed down the anger. His chest felt released as it dropped.His tightened fist loosened slowly and his eyes cleared like clouds, the angry dying slowly.Mason was watching with a playful smirk on his face. He was playing his game smartly.Patriarch Walter took a step forward, his expression cold and uninviting as ever.“You'r

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