Novels by June girl

Gavin stood in the middle of the alley, his hands clenched into fists, his heart pounding hard in his chest. He didn’t know why he hadn’t walked away already. Maybe he should have. Maybe he still could. But his feet wouldn’t move. His eyes were locked on Angela, who was still being held by the man with the gun.“Don’t do anything stupid,” the man warned, with a sharp voice. Then he raised his gun and pointed it straight at Gavin’s chest. “This is not the time to play hero. Leave. Or I’ll shoot you.”Gavin didn’t move. He couldn’t. His eyes flickered to Angela—her face was pale, and her eyes were wide with fear. Her mouth opened slightly, like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. She looked so scared, so helpless. Gavin’s heart twisted in his chest.“I said leave!” the man shouted.Still, Gavin stood there.The man turned suddenly, grabbing Angela harder and dragging her further down the alley. She screamed, her feet kicking as she tried to break free. “Let go of me!” she

The sun had completely disappeared from the sky, when Gavin dropped Harrison off. The streets were mostly quiet, painted in orange and blue shadows. As they pulled into the driveway, Harrison let out a dramatic sigh. “Home sweet chaos.” Gavin glanced at the empty front porch. “Your mom’s not home?” “She’s probably off with her pathetic woman’s club,” Harrison said, rolling his eyes. “Last week they met to talk about decorative spoons for a council meeting.” They both laughed and the minute their thunderous laughter died down. Harrison turned to look at his friend. “Do you mind coming in? It would be so boring staying here alone!” Gavin nudged. “I’m always open to curing boredom.” Harrison smiled as they both stepped inside. The familiar smell of lavender and old books hit Gavin’s noise and he couldn’t help but welcome it. It smelt homely. Harrison led Gavin upstairs to his room, which was a typical mix of genius and mess. There were tools, wires, comic books, and a few empty c

Mr. Smith’s voice rang out across the school courtyard. The anger in his voice couldn’t be missed and Gavin couldn’t help but shake his head in anger. “The school must have some idea what’s going on! How does a student just disappear?!” Gavin heard Mr. Smith say to Principal Moore, who looked shaken. Poor Mrs. Moore little did she know she was just being a pawn in Mr. Smith’s little games. Gavin didn’t move closer to the scene. He watched, as Mr. Smith kept yelling at the principal in front of the staff and students scattered around the front lawn. His tie was crooked, his expression wild—completely out of his usual composed self. Gavin had to hand it to Mr. Smith he was good at pretending, good at making people believe that he was a concerned father. But that would all be over soon. Gavin took a deep breath, as he slowly made his way towards Mr. Smith's direction. His hoodie was pulled halfway over his head, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Students turned, one by one, starin

Harrison’s mother stood between the two boys, her eyes flickering between them with growing confusion. She glanced at her son, who had been standing there like he had seen a ghost, and then back at Gavin. Her face turned into frustration as she sighed.“When you stepped inside, you told me your friend was shot by his evil stepbrother,” she said, her voice filled with disbelief. “You said that was what happened, and I was worried sick, but now…” She threw her hands up, exasperated. “It was a prank!” Gavin cut in. “Apparently he was pranking me!”He forced a smile his mom’s way, hoping she would by his words and she did.“I should have just had a girl, then I wouldn’t have to deal with this freak show all the time!” Harrison’s mother muttered under her breath.Without uttering another word she made her way upstairs, leaving the two boys alone in the dimly lit living room.Harrison stood there for a moment, unsure whether to be offended or to laugh. But the overwhelming weight of everyt

[System utilizing…] [Revenge System re-activated…] [Quest: PARTICIPATE IN A SHOWDOWN WITH A RANDOM STRANGER WITHIN 2HRS OR LOSE ACCESS TO THE REVENGE SYSTEM] The cold voice of the system echoed in his mind like a drumbeat against his skull. [Revenge System: Quest Completed.] [Reward Acquired: Fast Recovery Powers Activated.] [Revenge System: Powers Activated…] A loud, disorienting boom reverberated in Gavin’s head like a hammer colliding with metal. His body jerked violently, and he let out a sharp gasp, his eyes flying open as he bolted upright. He blinked rapidly. His breath came in shallow, and Sweat clung to his skin. “Where… where am I?” he murmured, voice hoarse. But as soon as that thought formed, a cascade of other thoughts surged into his mind. During that moment he realized that had seen and felt death. He remembered the exact moment he felt his life slipping away. But now… he was breathing. His eyes scanned the room—the peeling paint, rusted tools scattered

Harrison’s heart pounded as Mr. Smith’s cold gaze settled on him. “Step away from Gavin, boy” Mr. Smith ordered, in a low tone. Harrison hesitated for a brief second, his fists clenching at his sides. He wanted to fight, to stand his ground, but he knew he couldn’t fight Mr. Smith or Austin. He made a mental note to remind Gavin to teach him more of his advanced fighting skills when they got out. That’s if they would end up leaving here. “Don’t make me lose my temper!” Mr. Smith’s voice picked up. He was staring at Harrison who hadn’t obeyed his words. Reluctantly, Harrison took a step back. Mr. Smith smirked. “Good boy. Now, Austin—escort him out.” Austin grabbed Harrison roughly by the arm, already dragging him toward the door. “No! Please, just spare him!” Harrison pleaded, struggling against Austin’s grip. “You don’t have to do this! If you need to hurt someone, hurt me instead!” Mr. Smith chuckled darkly. “Oh, I could hurt you, but I won’t. You see, you’re not the

The dim light of the early morning filtered through the broken windows of Edgar’s mansion. Joe stood in the center of the abandoned estate, the weight of the situation settling heavily on his shoulders. Joe’s heart pounded in his chest as he made his way through the mansion’s dark hallways. Edgar had told him the document was hidden in a secure room—a secret vault that only Edgar knew how to access. It was a good thing, Edgar had directed him on how to go about it. As he walked through the old mansion, his eyes landed on old portraits of Mitford family. They looked so happy, huddled together and Joe couldn’t believe that the Sanchez gang had whipped out all of them—The three brothers and their parents. Joe wondered how Edgar could have felt striving through the walls of their mansion all alone. It must have been sad moment for him. Joe snapped off out of his thoughts as he stopped in front of a wooden door at the end of a long corridor. The lock was old and rusty, but the mech

“Speak to me!” Joe demanded as he watched Timothy crumble. Tears were still falling down his face, and Joe felt his heart ache as he started at his friend. He moved closer wrapping his hands around Timothy. Timothy’s pale face moved in Joe’s direction, and during that moment he managed to wipe off his tears. He swallowed hard before speaking, his voice was low and filled with sorrow. “Joe… you don’t know everything, do you?” Joe’s brow furrowed in confusion, his mind racing to make sense of the words, but it was hard to focus, hard to understand. “What are you talking about? What happened to them? To Mr. Adam? He was—he was looking for me, right? He was out there searching for me after I—after they said I was dead.” Timothy nodded slowly, the sadness in his eyes deepening. “Mr. Adam never stopped looking for you. He never believed that you were dead. The moment he heard about the accident, he knew something wasn’t right. He started investigating, digging into the people around hi

The morning sun streamed through the windows of Joe's office. Joe sat behind his desk, scanning the itinerary for an upcoming business trip. Mr. Adam stood across from him, arms crossed, with a look of concern etched across his face. “It’s just a two-day trip,” Joe said, his tone exasperated as he looked up at Mr. Adam. “I don’t need a bodyguard or a driver. I can handle this on my own.” Mr. Adam shook his head firmly. “Joe, this isn’t up for debate. After everything that’s happened, I’m not letting you go without some form of protection. This isn’t about distrust; it’s about being cautious.” Dexter, who had been leaning against the doorway listening quietly, chimed in. “Adam’s right, Joe. You’ve made a lot of enemies over the years, and you know that. It’s not about being paranoid; it’s about being prepared.” Joe sighed, leaning back in his chair. He pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated. “Dexter, it’s a quick trip to a neighboring town. I’m not flying to anothe

With John behind bars and the chaos finally settling, Joe began to lean on Dexter more. The man who had once been a stranger was now an ally, and slowly, Joe found himself trusting him. One day, as they sat in Joe’s office after a meeting, Joe asked, “Dexter, have you thought about what you’d like to do.” “You know workwise, I mean?” Joe added. Dexter looked thoughtful for a moment before replying, “If I could choose, I’d want to work with Mr. Adam. He seems like someone I could learn from, and... I’d like to be part of keeping you safe.” Joe smiled. “I’ll talk to him. I think he’d be glad to have you on board.” True to his word, Joe brought it up with Mr. Adam the next day. “Mr. Adam,” Joe said, stopping him in the hallway. “Dexter wants to work with you and your security team. What do you think?” Mr. Adam considered it briefly. “I think it’s a good idea. I’ll assign him to my team and keep him close. He’s earned our trust.” As days passed, Dexter took to his new rol

The morning was crisp and quiet, a deceptive calm before what Joe knew would be a chaotic day. He knew what was coming next and braced himself for it. Joe went about his day acting like everything was alright. “Good morning John!” He said with a smile which John returned. “Someone looks happy today.” John said. “What’s happening?” “Victory.” Joe said with a smile. “Victory at last.” John looked at joe with a confused look on his face. “What do you mean by victory?” John asked. Joe was hesitant before he responded, he picked up his glass of champagne walking out of the kitchen with an even wider smile. “You will see.” He finally said before leaving the Kitchen. Hours later, Joe stood outside his home, watching as police cars rolled up the driveway. Chief Ken stepped out, with a stern expression on his face. “Are you ready?” Chief Ken asked, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. Joe nodded, his jaw tight. “Let’s get this over with.” Inside the house, John

“It’s John He’s working with Ken Sanchez.”Joe said staring straight into Lady Penelope’s eyes. Lady Penelope’s eyes narrowed. “Ken Sanchez? The gang leader?” “Yes,” Joe replied, running a hand through his hair. “I met with that guy that told me he has answers, his name is Dexter Harrison. He used to be part of the Sanchez gang. He showed me evidence—pictures, recordings—proving that John struck a deal with Ken. He’s been working to take me down.” Lady Penelope leaned back, her face darkening. “Well, that explains why he has been acting weird recently” she said quietly. Joe shook his head, the betrayal still raw. “I trusted him, lady Penelope. I treated him like family. And now... now I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know if I can trust this Dexter guy. What if he’s playing me too?” Lady Penelope reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. “You’re right to be cautious. Don’t trust Dexter fully, but use him. If he’s telling the truth, he’s your best chance at getting