Novels by Gem

Everything was a blur when Irene stormed back into HQ. The briefing room was buzzing with chatter, soldiers moving in and out, reports flying left and right. But Irene? She stood still in the middle of it all, eyes locked on a single piece of paper clutched in her fist.That damn note.“Next time, don’t let a civilian clean up your mess. – D.”The words were burned into her brain. Who the hell left this? How did this person get in? More importantly, how did he get out without a trace? How did he get out without being seen?Mad Tiger had been one of the city’s most terrifying A-class criminals, it had been the military mission to bring him down and they had failed several times.Now how can a criminal with that kind of reputation be tied up like a birthday gift with a neat bow, unconscious and bruised. Her team had been stuck outside for four freaking hours, and this guy handled it like it was a walk in the park.And then had the audacity to mock her.How dare he!Irene paced the room

The night air was thick with tension as Davion moved like a ghost through the shadows of Mad Tiger's hideout. The entire building was eerily silent, despite the army camped right outside. He could feel the chaos boiling just beneath the surface, but for now, everything was still. Too still.Davion crouched low, eyes sharp as blades, as he slipped past the first layer of security. The guards posted around the perimeter weren’t amateurs. They were heavily armed, trained, and alert. But they weren’t ready for someone like him.He darted behind a broken pillar and paused. A guard walked by, humming some annoying tune under his breath. Before the guy could even realize something was off, Davion was behind him, wrapping an arm around his neck and silently choking him out. He laid the unconscious guard gently on the ground and whispered, “Sleep tight, buddy.”Inside the hideout, the stench of blood and sweat filled the air. Davion’s boots crunched over shattered glass and broken furniture. T

Davion arrived at the location Wilson had sent him, his sharp eyes scanning the area. The air was thick with tension, and the scene before him was not what he had expected.Instead of Mad Tiger’s men lurking in the shadows, the entire place was surrounded by military forces. Dozens of heavily armed soldiers stood at attention, their rifles aimed at the massive compound in front of them.At the center of it all stood Irene.Davion sighed. Great. Just what I needed.Irene, dressed in her military uniform, radiated authority, but her face was twisted in frustration. Her subordinates looked uneasy, their expressions filled with both exhaustion and fear.One soldier hesitated before stepping forward. “Commander, we’ve been attacking for four hours now, but… there’s been no progress at all.”Irene’s fists clenched at her sides. “Four hours? You’re telling me that after four hours of fighting, you still haven’t broken in? Are you all completely useless?!”The soldier swallowed hard and looke

Trevor felt his heart pounding in his chest. The humiliation of being smacked around by those thugs still burned inside him, and now was his best chance to redeem himself. With shaky fingers, he pulled out his phone and quickly dialled his father. The moment the call connected, he launched into a rushed explanation of everything that had happened.“Dad, you won’t believe what just happened! I was at the Thornton family’s house, and these thugs from the Brown Gang barged in demanding money! They even tried to take Beverly! But then I was able to—”Trevor’s father, Richard Johnson, cut him off with a sharp growl. “Shut up, Trevor! Do you have any idea what you’ve gotten yourself into?!”Trevor flinched at the sheer fury in his father’s voice. “W-What? Dad, I was trying to help!”“Help?! You absolute idiot!” Richard’s voice was shaking with anger. “Do you even know who you were dealing with?! Those weren’t just regular Brown Gang members—those were Iron Hand’s men!”Trevor swallowed hard

Davion barely flinched as the thugs lunged at him. In a blur of motion, he dodged the first punch, twisted around, and slammed his fist into the thug’s gut. The guy gasped, eyes bulging, before dropping like a sack of bricks.Another thug came at him with a knife, but Davion side-stepped at the last second, grabbing the guy’s wrist and twisting it hard. The knife clattered to the floor, and with one well-placed kick, the thug flew backward, crashing into a table.The rest of them hesitated, but their leader barked, “Get him!”Bad idea.Davion took them down one by one—lightning-fast punches, bone-crunching kicks, and effortless dodges. Within minutes, all of them were on the ground, groaning in pain. One guy tried to crawl away, but Davion planted his foot on the thug leader’s chest, pinning him down.“Talk,” Davion commanded, his voice dangerously low.The leader groaned, his face twisted in pain. “W-We weren’t here for the money,” he stammered. “Not really.”Davion narrowed his eyes

Wesley’s heart nearly stopped and he shot to his feet with his face pale. “T-That’s impossible,” he stammered as his fingers trembled as he clutched the armrest of his chair. “The loan isn’t due for another six months!”The thug leader sneered, a cruel smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Plans change,” he said, grabbing Wesley by the collar and yanking him forward. “Your deadline doesn’t matter. The Brown Gang wants the money now.”Upon hearing the name Brown Gang, Wesley gasped sharply. His demeanor shifted in an instant, panic dissolving into desperate flattery. “I—I know! I know! I borrowed the $10 million, but it’s tied up in an investment. I can’t access the funds right now. I just need more time so please just wait!”The leader’s expression darkened, his grip tightening. “The boss doesn’t care about that,” he growled. “If he says pay up, you pay up — or we start breaking bones.”Wesley’s legs buckled, and he clung to the thug’s arm and his voice shaking. “Please! Give me