2026-05-04 03:10:49
Previous Chapter
Latest Chapter
READY FOR STEEL KHYBER
Minutes later, the SUV rolled through the tall iron gates of Glenwood Villa, the engine humming. The guards inside the vehicle were already alert. As the SUV came to a stop, the two guards stepped out swiftly, moving with practiced precision. One circled to Connor’s side and opened the door, while the other stood firmly beside him. Both men bowed deeply. “Welcome home, Master.” Connor stepped out without a word, his expression calm but distant. The weight of the council still lingered in his eyes, cold and controlled. The guards followed closely behind him as he walked into the mansion, their footsteps echoing faintly across the polished marble floor. Before the doors fully closed, another engine sound cut through the night. A sleek G-Wagon pulled into the compound. Two men stepped out—Mr. Davis and Mr. Leonard. They exchanged brief glances before heading inside with urgency. Upstairs, Connor entered his luxury suite. A servant appeared almost immediately, head lowered.
WHEN POWER CHANGED HANDS
The old man’s face twisted with rage, his eyes burning as he closed the distance. Then, without warning, he raised his hand high, aiming straight for Connor’s face. Gasps rippled through the hall. But before the slap could land.Connor’s hand shot up and caught his wrist mid-air. The grip was firm. Unshakable. Lord Kharzek’s arm trembled as he tried to force it down, but it didn’t move an inch. His expression shifted from fury to shock. Connor’s eyes turned cold. “You’ve no right.” The words were quiet, but they carried weight. Lord Kharzek struggled again, his teeth clenched. “Even if I can’t slap you here,” he spat, his voice low and venomous, “I swear you will pay for stripping me of my position.” Connor didn’t release him. “You will regret this,” Lord Kharzek continued, his voice rising. “When that time comes, you will cry and wish you never did this. You should do the needful now while you still can!” The elders exchanged tense glances. Then suddenly, they
THE FALL OF A PATRIARCH
“It’s Lord Kharzek the funds are given to.” Elder Zeddicus’ voice cut through the silence as he slowly rose to his feet. His words landed like a heavy stone in still water. Every gaze in the hall snapped toward the unmoving old man. Lord Kharzek frowned, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly, but he did not speak. Connor turned his head slowly, his expression calm but his eyes cold. “Lord Kharzek,” he said, his voice steady, “why did you do nothing with the millions given to you every six months?” The hall grew tense. Connor continued, his tone tightening. “You were entrusted with funds for education, healthcare, infrastructure. Yet children are starving. Pregnant women are suffering. There are no schools, no hospitals.” His voice hardened further. “What did you do with the money?” For a brief second, silence held. Then— “Enough!” Lord Kharzek slammed his palm against the armrest and rose to his full height. His presence filled the hall instantly, heavy and oppressive. “You ha
THE TARZAN COUNCIL MEETING
Connor’s phone lit up early in the morning, cutting through the quiet of his luxury suite like a warning. He reached for it slowly, eyes still heavy from sleep. The message was short. “Master, Mr Davis is waiting outside. I have an urgent message to deliver.” Connor stared at it for a moment, then sat up fully. “Urgent…?” he muttered under his breath. Now dressed in his high-class silk pajamas, he walked over and opened it. Mr Davis stood outside immediately and bowed deeply. “Good morning, Master.” Connor leaned slightly on the door frame. “What is so urgent that you came this early?” Mr Davis straightened carefully. “You’re needed at the Tarzan Council.” Connor frowned slightly. “Tarzan Council? What is that?” Mr Davis hesitated. “It’s… their tradition. They never explain much. They only say a council will be held when the Master arrives.” Connor narrowed his eyes. “And who are ‘they’?” Mr Davis lowered his voice. “The Riston Tribe. An ancient tribe living dee
FROM HUNTERS TO PREY
His grip on the wheel tightened as the Ford Explorer disappeared ahead, turning sharply onto the road leading to the Silicon District. “Not on my watch,” he repeated, his voice colder now. He spun the Chrysler Pacifica with precision and slammed his foot on the accelerator. The engine roared, tires screeching against the asphalt as the vehicle surged forward. “They’re gaining distance!” Leonard said, his voice shaking. Connor didn’t answer. His eyes locked onto the shrinking figure of the Explorer. He raised the shotgun slightly, steadying it with one hand while steering with the other. Gunfire cracked through the air. “They’re shooting again!” Leonard ducked instinctively. Connor’s expression didn’t change. He swerved left, then right, dodging the bullets with sharp, controlled movements. “Stay down,” he said calmly, then fired. The shot rang out. The bullet struck near the rear tire, but the Explorer’s driver reacted fast, keeping control. “They’re skilled,” Con
NOT IN MY WATCH!
“Enough is enough.” Connor’s voice was low, almost swallowed by the quiet hum of the command chamber, but the weight behind it was undeniable. The message still glowed faintly on his phone screen. Conrad and Gavin had crossed the line, and this time, he would not sit behind a throne and give orders. He stood up slowly from the golden chair, his expression calm but colder than before. “If I don’t move now,” he muttered to himself, “they’ll hit one of the subsidiaries… or worse.” His fingers moved across the transparent interface one last time, then he shut the system down. The massive screens dimmed slightly, though the global data still paused in the background. “I resume office tomorrow,” he said quietly. “Tonight… something terrible is at hand.” The two humanoid robots stepped forward and bowed deeply. “Goodbye, Master Wood. We will await your return.” Connor gave a faint smile, picked up his suitcase, and walked toward the massive golden door. The data-filled screens
You may also like
Son-In-Law: Love and Revenge
Mas Xeno86.9K viewsRevenge of the Secret Heir
Belladonna85.2K viewsFrom Trash Bag to Cash Bag
Zuxian124.6K viewsI Married a Beautiful Boss After the Breakup
Seafarer's Strike201.5K viewsThe Beggar Husband She Divorced Is a Trillionaire
Author Rizq110 viewsSTOLEN FORTUNE: THE RISE OF ETHAN BLACKWELL
FICTION SPARROW747 viewsThe billionaire heir's secret system
Cosmic Nebula 417 viewsLegacy of the Divine Healer
Barbie 207 views