Novels by emmakeys232

THE MASKED MAN — XAVIER ZUBIMENDI The grand ballroom fell silent as the mysterious man made his entrance. He wore a sleek black mask that covered the upper half of his face. His presence was commanding, his every movement exuding power and confidence. The guests parted and gave way as he walked to the center of the room, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor.“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced, his voice smooth but laced with an undercurrent of menace. “Thank you for gracing my humble gathering. Tonight, we celebrate ambition, power, and the future. I'm the host for today's gathering.”The Masked Man was none other than Xavier Zubimendi.His eyes swept across the room, lingering on Ethan's wife, Celine, who stood among the crowd. She was stunning in her black gown, her beauty undeniable. The masked man’s lips curled into a sly smile as he approached her, his gaze predatory.“And who might this vision be?” he asked, his tone dripping with false charm. “Such elegance,

ENCOUNTER WITH HIS WIFEOutside the City of Capilonia, a manor stood atop a hillside, its grandeur illuminated by the soft glow of countless lights. It was a sprawling estate, with towering spires and intricate stonework that spoke of wealth and power. Ethan went wide-eyed at the series of Luxury cars lined the driveway, their polished surfaces reflecting the golden light from the chandeliers inside. The air was filled with the hum of conversation from people and the clinking of glasses, as elegantly dressed guests mingled in the opulent ballroom.Ethan stepped out of the car, his sharp eyes taking in the scene. He was dressed in a tailored suit chosen by Rebecca Grant, its dark fabric accentuating his broad shoulders and commanding presence. Though he felt out of place among the crowds, but he didn't give a thought about it. Rebecca emerged beside him, and for a moment, Ethan was mesmerized by her transformation. She wore a long gown of deep emerald green, its delicate fabric glo

A SCARY NAMEThe leader of the gangsters lay on the ground, his face contorted in pain. His right hand was in total mess, each finger broken by Ethan’s relentless grip. Ethan stood over him, his golden eyes glowing faintly, his expression cold and unreadable. He had asked the same question over and over, his voice calm but menacing: “Say something.”The leader groaned, his body trembling as he clutched his ruined hand. “You didn’t ask anything!” he screamed, his voice hoarse with pain and frustration. “What did I say? What do you want from me?”Ethan tilted his head slightly, his golden eyes narrowing. “Who instructed you to attack me? Who are you working for?” he asked, his voice low and steady.The leader hesitated, his eyes darting around as if searching for an escape. But there was none. Ethan’s presence was overwhelming, his power undeniable. Finally, the leader broke, his voice trembling as he spoke. “It was… it was Xavier Zubimemdi,” he stammered. “The man in the mask. He is

FOUGHT WITH THE GANGSTERS The street was chaotic. The gangsters surrounded the car, their faces looking deadly and ready for action. They swung their weapons in the air, some with Cutlass and axe, while some were with the baseball bat. They smirked wickedly at the car before them. Nothing rings in their ears than —Destruction.“What are you waiting for? Get to work immediately!" Someone bellowed. The voice belonged to the leader, the voice oozing with authority and power. The gangmen smirked even harder. The order they had been waiting for. They ran towards the car like a mad dog and their weapon swinging wildly as they smashed the vehicle with brutal force. The sound of metal crunching and glass shattering filled the air, each hit sending vibrations through the car’s frame. The young lady screamed and clutched onto her seat, her face contorted with fear, while the driver bent down, trying to shield himself from the flying debris.Ethan sat in the backseat, his golden eyes glowi

THE WAYLAYWith a deep sigh, Ethan collected the phone and walked out of the room to receive the call. He pressed the phone pressed to his ear and uttered,“Hello, why are you disturbing me, Celine?" His voice tinged with annoyance. On the other end, his wife’s voice was sharp and furious, each word dripping with anger and accusation. “You miscreant, where have you been? I have been trying to reach you but to no avail. Do you switch off your phone because of me? Are you trying to make me angry?” Ethan chuckled at his wife's irate words. He totally forgot he had thrown his phone out of the helicopter earlier. The reason she could get through to him. “I found the woman’s contact information through the helicopter that had taken him away. Who the fuçk is that woman? Why is a helicopter here because of you?” Celine demanded, “I don't think you need to be concerned about that. We are not together anymore, you don't deserve to know anything!” Ethan mumbled. Celine was fuming over th

RUNESThe tension in the ward was palpable. Everyone's heart beating erratically. The young lady lay on the bed, her breathing steady but her spirit still trapped in the grip of the curse. Ethan stood at her side, his golden eyes glowing faintly as he examined the young lady. The housekeeper, Samantha, and Nico Wharton —the three of them watched him intently, each with their own thoughts and fears.Ethan glanced back at them and broke the silence. “I can remove the curse,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “But it will require carving runes on her body using my blood. It’s the only way to break the curse completely.”This was the method his mother taught him when he was a child and the power of the Dragon blood, he knows every knowledge about it. Upon seeing this, Nico Wharton’s face turned red with anger. He stepped forward, his fists clenched. “You expect us to believe that?” he spat. “This is outrageous! You’re just trying to take advantage of her while she’s vulnerable. I won