Novels by Nathan Emorey

Kage soon showed up, dressed in a slick black suit that probably cost more than Gary’s car, his shades perched on his nose like he was some movie star. He rolled up in a shiny Bentley, the tires screeching. He stepped out with that cocky swagger—like he owned the damn street. The crowd at Titan Forge’s gates parted a bit, some jaws dropping, others just glaring. Madam Ann lit up like a kid on Christmas, rushing over, hands clasped like she was praying to him. “Kage, oh, thank God you’re here!” she gushed, her voice all syrup and desperation. “These idiots won’t let me in—me, Madam Ann Lancaster, Sun Group’s project manager! Wang Empire’s my shield now, and I need to see Harrison Wolfe. You’ve got the pull—make it happen!” Kage adjusted his shades, smirking down at her. “Ann, you’re a mess, you know that?” he asked. “I… I know. I am sorry, Kage,” Madam Ann stammered, her voice shaky but clawing for control. “Look, I was foolish and blinded. But I’m ready to give you Evelyn anytim

The guard smirked, arms still crossed. “No card, no dice, lady. Keep it up—makes my day watching you flop.” he seemed to enjoy ravishing in his power. The crowd erupted again—shouts, curses, fists waving. Someone chucked a water bottle, and it bounced off the gate, splashing Gary’s shoes. He wiped his face, calm as ever, but inside, he was done warning. They wanted to rant? Fine. He’d let ‘em crash and burn. He took a breath, voice steady but loud enough to carry. “Mom, I’m telling you one more time—stop this. You’re kicking a hornet’s nest. Harrison Wolfe don’t mess around, and he’s got no love for the Lancasters. You took his project, and he’s pissed. We need to go home, get an invite card, and—” “Invite card?” she laughed, a nasty, guttural sound. “I don’t need no damn card, you idiot! I’m Madam Ann Lancaster, the Sun Group project manager! Wang Empire’s got my back now! Wolfe’s gonna kiss my ass when he hears my offer—materials for his next big build! These guards are just too

Gary was used to the slap. He was used to getting slapped, even in public. But he genuinely didn’t want to see Madam Ann get hurt or any of those people at all. Despite being an alpha male who exerted cold-hearted revenge on his enemies, Gary cared so much about people. But if they couldn’t see it, he let them suffer the repercussions of their stubbornness. So, he yelled, “Everyone, please listen to what I have to say.” As soon as his voice was heard, everyone turned to look at him. At this point, they were interested in anything anyone had to say. They needed a saviour. Seeing Gary, his dressing, his appearance—they doubted if he had some real solutions to their problems. But they still gave it a shot. His beat-up jacket hung loose, his shirt wrinkled from yesterday, hair a mess like he’d just rolled out of bed. He didn’t look like money or power—just some guy off the street, same as them. No, way worse than them. “Listen,” Gary said, voice loud but steady, cutting through the sh

“What is the problem, Mom?” Gary asked hastily, hearing his mother sceaming from the other end of the phone. Yelling at someone or something, he wasn’t sure. She was a yeller, if that’s a word. “Get your ass down here, Gary. I can’t get hold of either Williams or Donald and these fucking people won’t let me in!” Madam Ann roared. “Which people?” “I am at Titan Forge!” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. “You know, the big dogs in this city! I’m here to talk business, and these idiots at the gate are acting like I’m some nobody! Get over here now!” Gary rubbed his temple, phone pressed to his ear, already feeling the headache coming. Titan Forge—damn, she picked the worst spot to flex. The biggest construction and materials empire in the city, maybe the whole damn country. Run by Harrison Wolfe, a guy who’d chew nails and spit bullets, and his right-hand psycho, Victor “Razor” Slade. Those two didn’t mess around, and Madam Ann had no clue what she was stepping into.

The next day, Gary woke up a little later than usual. He barely slept. He had spent the entire night working on reviving Blackgold, reviewing applications himself, and recruiting new employees. He was doing a clean sweep, and Blackgold was now checked, done, and over with. Next, he had his next firm to visit—his clothing and textile company brand, Aureum Crest. It was a sleeping giant his father had built from the ground up, hidden under proxies and shell companies, ready to stitch his name into the world’s fabric. It was going to be a long day. But first things first. He needed to see his grandmother. He rolled out of bed, still in yesterday’s wrinkled shirt, hair a mess, eyes bloodshot but sharp. The room was a dump—peeling wallpaper, a cracked mirror, a mattress that sagged like his old life. The Lancasters kept him here, in a kennel for their dog, but he didn’t care. This was camouflage. In contrast, the bedroom in his mansion alone was the size and luxe of the entire living r

“I will speak to Miss. Serena, mom. Let’s hope she listens to me this time. But if you turn your backs on me again, whatever happens to you will be on your head. I am a nobody, but I know just how to figure out my way.” Back inside the hall, Serena Voss took the mic for a brief announcement. “The initial announcement was a mistake. We meant to say, Branstad, ex-governor Branstad no longer has any dealings with the Wang Empire. As for the Lancaster, they retain their $450 million signed contract.” The crowd gasped, whispers breaking out, heads turning fast. Madam Ann’s eyes widened, her voice a shaky whisper, her hands trembling. “Gary… you… you did it?” Gary nodded, his voice soft, his smile small. “I told you, Mom. I’ll help—on my terms.” Evelyn stepped closer, her voice a whisper, eyes wet. “Gary… I… I don’t know what to say…” Gary looked at her, his voice low, his eyes steady. “You don’t have to say anything, Evelyn. You made your choice. I’m just doing what’s right for the f

“What now? You’re gonna leave me here to die away? Huh? Is that how you forgive? And I don’t need your fucking forgiveness, you hear me?” “You are still a loser. Look what it took you to get here! You lost Fred, lost your employees, lost your wife, lost your sister! You are a loser, Nathan, and it will always be that way! Go on, walk away like you always do, but what I said just now is the truth, okay?” Alex roared out in agony and pain, trying to break free. His words kept opening a wound in Nathan’s heart. A wound that he was trying to heal, a wound he would spend a trillion dollars to completely close up. But Alex did not give a damn! He needed to lash out his own anger and cries. “I would kill you over and over again, brother. Our father was an asshole just like you. He hated me, he could not bear the responsibility of a son from his janitor. And I am the product of that disgusting intimacy, Nathan.” Alex’s voice broke. He didn’t want it to, but it did. His entire body shook,

Alex Reed struggled to breathe as hard as he struggled to see. He looked around and could barely see a thing. He was in a dark room and whoever the fuck put him there was merciful enough to place a dim light above his head, just enough for him to see his own breath. He tried to move, but his body was numb, and yes, he was tied to a chair, so he could not move. He had been captured. He tried to recall the last incident that happened to him. He was in his car, driving to the airport for his departure, and then he was drinking… Yes. He was poisoned by a man who was not Mark, his driver. Someone had ambushed him, and now, he was tied up to a stupid chair when he was supposed to be on the seat of his private jet. Clearly, it was Megan. Alex had been humiliated to the core already. He had Vanessa slap him ruthlessly in public, diminishing his pride, lowering his esteem in front of the whole world. Then, he had Emma threaten him. This was not right. This was not the Alex he had envision

Marcus’s breath hitched. His heart pounded in his ears, drowning out the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. His fingers curled into fists, and for the first time in years, he felt something he had long buried—fear. His lips parted slightly, but no words came. April, oblivious to the storm brewing within Marcus, stared at Neil’s grave with a mixture of shock and grief. “Neil…” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I—I didn’t even know he was buried here. I mean, I heard he was killed. And whoever did it, death to the person.” Mr. Frost said nothing. He simply stood there, his hands in his coat pockets, his head slightly tilted, watching Marcus the way a lion watches its prey—patient, unhurried, and inevitable. “You seem shaken, Marcus,” Mr. Frost finally said, his voice smooth, almost amused. “Why?” Marcus forced a dry chuckle. “I just… I wasn’t expecting this,” he lied. “It’s just bringing back memories.” “Ah,” Mr. Frost nodded, taking a slow step toward Neil’s grave.

“You said you wanted to see me?” Asked Marcus, panting. He had been running. He dared not disappoint Mr. Frost or make him wait. Especially because Mr. Frost had been cold towards him for a while. Marcus was not sure why Mr Frost would tell him to meet him at the cemetery. He literally just returned from a journey, not a vacation trip, a work trip to Dubai and he had been there for over 1 month, alone and away from all social connections, online and offline. “Did you bring your girlfriend as I requested?” asked Mr. Frost. “Yes I did, sir.” Marcus responded and signalled for April to come over. This was yet another strange thing. Why did he request for April too? April walked up to them and greeted Mr. Frost respectfully. Mr. Frost looked into her eyes and smiled, the type of smile that came from past lives and would live on for millions of years. His smile was so endearing, thought April, the very first day she met him. There was an aura he exuded that was so… so familiar, so

Mr. Frost stood there, silently allowing the breeze to softly kiss his tender skin. Tender? No, more like rough and craggy. In this context, many people would say he had been through hell and back. But this was not the case for Mr. Frost. He lived in hell, ate in hell, cried in hell, burnt in hell, revived, burnt again, defeated demons, defeated the devil himself, and took over control. But he was close. He was this close to losing it, this close to becoming the very thing that destroyed him. His life had been a mystery, a story that could cover over 2,000 pages and 400 chapters. If only he had been writing a story of his life, or at least just documenting some specific events or even writing a journal, then it might probably be the best selling book in the New York Times or even in the entire world. Maybe he would title it, “The Man Who Survived Hell and Ruled It.” or “A Man Called Revenge!” He scoffed. He gulped down his bottle of wine as he reminisced back to early orphan

“I… I’m sorry, Loulou. But this is it! You remember when you I used to carry that firewood back in Egypt? And then, I would… I would, um, fall and trip over? Then you would say, ‘Abni, adhhab wastriha. ead ghadan wasawf takun 'aqwaa’?” “Then I would run back home and cry. Ha!” Alex sniffed in. “I think this is the time, Loulou. I am falling. I am tripping over, and I cannot stand by and watch all that we have built crumble. I have no one left, Loulou. Vanessa has left me, Megan she… she is a fucking snake and had been a betrayer.” “All the people I called friends are fucking leeches. Parasites. I will be returning back to Egypt, Mom, but not for long. I will be back. Stronger and better.” Cozbi just lay there, eyes shut, breathing slow and paced. Alex was not sure when she would wake up or if leaving her was the right decision. But he smelled danger. First of all, Vanessa had actually been around all those times, and then Megan, whom he thought was going to be his salvation, turned

"Hellu... what?" Where the hell is that? Sindra asked curiously. "Ooohh.." Pippie shrugged. "You do not want to know.." "It's a place where any Arthoran who breaks the rule of the Kingdom are thrown and left to suffer..." "It's also a place where humans are sent if they are caught here in Arthora!" Mia complimented."And so, what happens after they are thrown there?" Harry asked with eagerness. "Anyone who is thrown into Helluva has their safety right on their palm. Down there, you will see things and hear things that torments you!" Mia no looked scared as she continued speaking.."You will come face to face with your greatest fear and you will be tormented by it for days. If you are able to pass the trial, then, the sun has shone upon you. You are indeed lucky, I tell you no one has ever come out alive!""What kind of punishment is that? Doesn't make any sense, literally. In all of this so-called kingdom of yours, punishment has to be there and that way? That's shitty!" Orcus was

As soon as the two fairies got to their house, the door was left open. The four of friends were gone. They both panicked as all sorts of thoughts began to flood through their minds. Have they been caught? Have the Queen heard? Are they in prison, or worse in Helluva?They both sat down on the sofa allowing silence rule over them for some time. "So, what are we going to do now?" Mia broke the silence. "Where could they be? They do not posses wings as a matter of fact, how would they escape the Rons?" "If the Queen or any of her guards sees those creatures, they are doomed! We are doomed!" Pippie lamented with intense fear in her eyes. The house looked scattered like it was robbed. They quickly packed some stuffs up and put them in order. As Mia bent and looked beneath the bed, she spotted a leaf with paint in it. She sniffed it and, Alas! It was from one of the four, they must have dropped it, when painting. "Let's go Pippie, we need to search for those creatures before it's too

"The wolves have been a very big threat to the dear people of Arthora. I keep getting reports of our travellers and gound pickers keeps getting killed. And I feel your pain my dears. I therefore command that no travellers or tourists will be allowed to move without a Ron or a mighty warrior..." Queen Arthora said and sat on her throne that was before the thousands of creatures hanging in mid air. "Now, oh Arthorans will you be given the opportunity to ask your questions. This month, the selected questionnaires should please separate themsleves from the crowd and come forward as you will now be permitted to ask your questions." The secretary announced to the crowd. "Don't go out there and say anything stupid Mia. I know you more than the depths of Helluria..."Pippie scolded Mia, pushing her forward. Mia flew along with other Arthorans but she looked different as she was so prepared for her question. "Greetings oh people of Arthora..... So, I've been wanting to ask oh Queen .......

"Hello handsomes... Still sleepy??" "Arise and shine cause the festival is about to begin......""I think we should let them be. When they wake up, they would locate their way..""Should I repeat that they are new here and cannot be allowed into the Kingdom? Nevertheless, let's take this cute tiny thing along... Haven't seen it nowhere. It looks so cute and fluffy...""Shhhh!!!... Let's go now.... We will awaken these souls. You dropped the scroll?""Sure did. They'd read it when they arise. Alright Queen Avalon... To you we ascend!!.. Hurry up Mia and quit with the admiration... Oooh .. you do not want to be given to the Helluvians." "Oh no! I have told you I forbid such pessimistic statement of yours oh Pippie... I do not want to be chuckled..." "Ooh, so I suppose Ivan now owns the full ordersity to chuckle and flatter you..""Uugghh... Will you quit with the act and fly on? You don't want me to report you to Rons.." *******************"Harry.... Are you there??" Nathan struggl

"Why! This brush feels so.. . . .." "So, unique like the one Van Gogh used. Where'd you get this from?" Sindra cut Harry as he kept massaging the mystry brush with his eyes now covered. "Got it from a store in Town. Okay guys, you're ready?" Nathan uttered. "We're born ready mister..." Orcus replied "Yeah, Ready is my middle name . .." Sindra merrimented waiting for this moment and ready for it. "Here's yours . . . yours and . . .yours" Nathan disputed the opened jars of paint along with pallettes to each of them. "You're all holding different colours in those jars and are standing right in front of the entrance. . . , I mean the canvas." He sighed gracefully. "You can switch colours at anytime. Now remember vividly guys . . ." Nathan now seriously cautioned as he initiated his blindfold as well."Allow your mind to work. We're known for creating amusing pieces, not because of luck or charm, but because we get our minds toiling. Sindra, Orcus, your mom passed away years ago and

With eyes filled with tears, Frida asked "So, you mean...you mean. . . Amanda is not my sister?" "Not your biological sister. ." Doctor Stoll answered. "But she was to you more than a sister. . ."Frida could now no longer control her tears as she allowed it pour uncontrollably. "Why then did Dad decided to turn back at her? I mean, she literally just wanted to be an artist. . ." Jane said with one hand on Frida's shoulder. "It was more than that. Amanda fell in love with an art boy over time. She got so caught up in her emotions as she could sacrifice whatever she could for him. The two got so entangled that no one at this point could separate them. Your father was not happy with their relationship. He wanted a wealthier man for his daughter. So, he tried all he could to break ties between him and her. He began to treat the young woman unjustly. He would destroy her artworks and gifts from her lover boy." Doctor Stoll answered. "I'll never forget how Amanda cries every night. It

Author's POV They arrived at Nathan's room with Nathan locking the door from behind not wanting any interruptions from Arthur. Nathan, with all the energy and anger in his heart, over to Abigail, sliding her arms around her from behind as he began the kiss from her nape then down her shoulder. Abigail chuckled at his desperation, taking forceful steps to reach the bed. She turned around facing him, the distance between them thin already with little to no gap spaced between them. She switched positions by grabbing Nathan's collar and pushing him to sit on the bed. Abigail's gaze at him lowered completely with a naughty smirk plastered on her lips as she went on her knees, her hand slowly unbuckling his belt before taking it off completely. Nathan's erected manhood that was repressed bulged out of his tight boxers. Abigail's lips and facials salivated at the length, he’s one big man down there. She won’t regret turning him to her puppet. She removed the boxer letting the di

Author's POV "Sir, are you sure of what you are saying? Cause yes, we could do it and in just 1 hour, Alfredo's company will crash!" Arthur asked, concerned. He was skeptical about his boss's request. But he had to obey at all costs, besides, it was payback time! Time to make sure the Alfredo's company pays dearly. It's been 7 days since Nathan Wade signed the deal go find his daughter. He had just three days left. The more time passed, the more depressed he got. He couldn't bear thinking of what could be happening to Clara at the moment. All he could do was cry and cry. Arthur did all the work! He kept seizing every opportunity to find Clara. He got calls from a lot of scammers claiming to have his girl! I mean, who doesn't want a $5 Million sent to his account? Added to his depression, his wife was getting married to another man. That was to him the biggest blow. He felt really dejected. Well, he was going to scatter the marriage. He would make Amamda pay! "Well, what do yo

Nathan's POV I stood there, unsure of what to do. All I knew was that I was broken, broken beyond repair! That was my wife, the woman on whose finger I put a ring on. She was smooching and kissing another man. Was this all part of the plan? Coming to Laura's house to make love to another man? How long had she been seeing this his behind my back? I had many questions. She quickly jerked off when she heard her name. The man turned to look at me. The man was quite a muscular man. He has a perfectly shaped face and he looked very muscular. He… he looked familiar, like a celebrity or a popular figure. "Hey. Who's this? Did you order something?" The dude asked. Fuck! Was he referring to me as a delivery man? How cold and wicked could men be? "Cut it! That's my husband." Amanda said, feeling a bit of remorse as she saw my broken demeanor! She couldn't face me, but she wasn't really sorry. She stayed there in the same spot, allowing tbe fucking idiot to caress her breasts right u

Author's POV Nathan sat calmly on his seat, his face covered with a black mask and dark shades. No one. Not even a smart person would be able to recognize that this was Nathan Wade, the broke ass cop. A tall muscular man got into Nathan's office and immediately lowered his head low to greet Nathan. "James Noah, am I right?" Nathan asked professionally. This was the first thing he was taught to do. Communication. Asking questions was the best way to display power as a CEO. Talk less, ask more! "Y.. yes sir. You're right. James Noah from the Kensington family." He answered Nathan very respectfully. He remained standing where he was. He probably was awestruck at seeing the mysterious CEO of Clifford's Arch Company popularly known as CAC Ltd. Seeing his body and hearing his deep cracking voice was enough for James. He didn't need to see his face to feel more than special. Very, very few people are allowed to see the CEO of CAC. "Take your shoes off. They may get my rug dirty!"

Nathan's POV It was 7:49 in the morning. I had no sleep. My daughter was out there in the hands of unknown men and I was here in the luxury of my house, sitting comfortably. All through the night, I and Arthur planned the next day. Finding my daughter, avenging myself. No Alpha would sleep when a member of his pack goes missing, especially not his little cub. He would tear the world down to find that cub. I had my wound treated and my hair trimmed the night before. I was treated like a King. A fucking rich King. I quickly took a shower and got dressed. My room was heaven on earth. It was as large as the whole rooms in my old house combined. Besides the space in the house, everything in the house was automated, so there was little need for a maid. As I opened my cabinet, I was confused as to which cloth and shoe I should pick from. There were tons of expensive clothes and the most expensive shoes lying right in front of me. I stood in front of the grand, huge mirror as I

Author's POV Nathan stood at the entrance of Gothern, his childhood home, after 15 long years. The imposing mansion, a symbol of opulence, loomed before him. He couldn't help but marvel at the transformation that had taken place in his absence. The once familiar facade had evolved into a modern marvel, a testament to his father's immense wealth. "Hmmm…" he smelled the fresh air that swept through his nose as a soft breeze blew. That didn't change. It was as refreshing as it had always been. The grand entrance welcomed him with sleek, automated doors that glided open effortlessly as he approached. The marble floor beneath his feet, once cold and uninviting, now radiated warmth with an underfloor heating system. Nathan couldn't ignore the lush scent of fresh flowers. How he missed the sweet smell of each and every one of them. Childhood memories returned. As he moved deeper into the mansion, Nathan couldn't help but notice the technological marvels that adorned every corner. Sm