Novels by White Rover

“Joy Soda with three glasses,” Mikaila said as she served the beverage.“So this is your esteemed Joy Soda Ankara. It’s a shame I didn’t taste the one you made at the party.” Mr. Jones said.“Joy Soda, huh?” The green-eyed man said before pouring a glass for himself. GULPAs the liquid entered his system, he formed a smile. “This is good.” He said.“Thank you. Even though I didn’t make this batch, the server here learned it from me. So it’s a pleasure to know the drink is a delight,” I said.A few moments of silence passed by as I ate the Fried Rice.“Codename?” Mr. Jones asked towards the green-eyed man.“It’s Shielder, Mr. Hebsly.”Shielder huh? No wonder he seemed familiar; we fought before. His hair wasn’t white the first time we met, though.“Nice to meet you, Shielder. I am Varenza Shankara.” I offered a handshake.Shielder didn’t seem to form any expression and grabbed my hand. “Nice to meet you, General Ankara.”As we shook hands, the air of awkwardness spread.“By the tense

A blade was thrusting from the back of Mr. Jones’s body. It had struck somewhere around his left chest. Most probably, his opponent was targeting his heart. Suddenly, another figure appeared and grabbed the stabber’s arm. With a powerful punch aimed at the stabber’s hip, the new figure launched the stabber away from Mr. Jones.Mr. Jones didn’t seem too bothered as he carefully assessed the situation. He lifted his red right hand towards the stabber and asked, “Did Jack send you?” The stabber stayed quiet, keeping his mouth shut.“Step aside,” He said as the new figure was hushed to step away.Mr. Jones released the trigger on his imaginary gun.BANG!A red light appeared from the chest area of the stabber. Blood spilled from the stabber’s mouth. As he was coughing up blood, Mr. Jones’ chest was filled with blue light. This blue light is a part of his Forte. This Forte is known as Red Right Hand: 2nd Barrel. It works as a means to counter damage. Any damage to Mr. Jones can be transferr

The Fisherman and I follow Jack Nelson as the party ends instead of using a horse carriage or chariot like the other guests. They used a rather peculiar cart that used petrol and ran on wheels. I am familiar with that kind of cart. It's called a 'car' rather than a cart. People in Estovania used it quite a lot, yet they didn't first develop it. Most state-of-the-art stuff originated in Willhelmia or the 'Prince' region."That cart is very fast; how are we supposed to follow it?" I said."WOA-!" Fish shouted a little before I instinctively shut his mouth with my hands. "Shut the hell up, dumbass. We'll get caught!" I whispered as I slightly tightened my grip on his mouth. He reacted by nodding up and down. Only then did I release his mouth from my grasp."But why are you here, Vice-Boss Duke Hebsly?" He blatantly said."Don't say my name so casually. Dammit! And What else do you think I am here for? I am here to help you spy on Jack Nelson!" I replied."But the boss didn't say a thing a

“Excuse me sirs and madam. I am here to serve wine.” A male servant went inside the table where the conspirators of Seraphinania is sitting. He placed the glass one by one, as another servant poured it down.“A perfect time for a drink isn’t it?” Oswald Leysom said enticing everyone to touch their respective glasses.“There might be some rough sides to this plan of ours. Yet, with all the people here, I am pretty sure we can pull it through quite nicely.” Ms. Eye said with confidence before glancing at Mr. Jones. “By the by, is Jones here the one who used to sell opium to the Molosno family?”Mr. Jones looks around as the attention turns towards him. “Yes. As a matter of fact, I am. Yet ever since one year ago, the distributor position for my opium is vacant.”“I see.” Ms. Eye drinks her wine before speaking again, “Then you indeed are Thomas Hebsly.”“Wonderful guess, Madam. How could you ever guess who he was?” Oswald said, making everyone else except Mr. Jones giggle. “I see. Then

I walked with The Fisherman, Duke, and Gilman, who were now dressed as servants. They do look the part, but maybe Fisherman’s scar on his face gave it away that he wasn’t a servant.“Hey, you put this on,” I said giving him a bandage and instructing him to put it on his left cheek.“Will do, Boss-man!” Fisherman said.“Hey, it's hard to say 'Fisherman' all the time! Don’t you have a name we can call you by?” Gilman said.“Hmm, sure I have,” Fisherman smiled. He opened his mouth and said, “People usually call me Fish.”Duke flattened his eye annoyed by Fish’s and Gilman’s banter.“You know what, whatever. Fish is good enough.” Gilman said. “Oh yeah, everyone can call me Gil.”“Guys, I don’t want to break your spirits here. But you shouldn’t use your real name. We’re here to spy on people- You know what? I shouldn’t even be explaining all this to you two! Boss what the hell is wrong with these two!” Duke suddenly got heated up due to the stupidity of the other two people in our group.I

Jack Nelson, Mr. Jones, Oswald Leysom, Diana Mitchford.These four people are the key players in this grand design.A person of power in the shadows in Hestiania. The fearsome leader of the mafias in that region, Jack Nelson. He is also the sponsor and promoter of Sophaya.The other, Mr. Jones, was a man who originated from Estovania and later formed his own Mafia family here in Heliconia. He is my boss and mentor.Oswald Leysom, A politician from Estovania, is known for his poetry and political views that are down-to-earth and helpful to the citizens of Hestiania.Finally, the owner of the party, soon to be Oswald's wife, Ms. Diana Mitchford. A noble originating from Seraphinania that is known to have quite far-right political views.Together, they represent 4 great powers: Hestiania, Heliconia, Estovania, and Seraphinania. Though maybe not the power that is open in the light but the one lurking in the shadows. Documents have been provided by Mr. Jones himself indicating that they ar