Novels by Nathan Emorey

The air was thick, musty, warm, and infused with the greasy scent of leftover fried food. Evelyn Lancaster stepped into the consultant’s office like a queen trapped in a pigsty. She blinked twice, taking in the mess of open pizza boxes, ketchup-stained napkins, and soda cans lined up like trophies on the cluttered desk. The fluorescent lighting overhead flickered like it too was tired of being here. "My God," she murmured, covering her nose slightly. "Don’t you people have an air conditioner in this place?" The man behind the desk didn't even glance up. His round belly peeked out from under a shirt that hadn’t seen detergent in a week. He was busy munching on a sloppy sandwich, his eyes half-lidded behind grease-smeared glasses. With a slow, lazy drag of his thumb, he scrolled through a spreadsheet on his computer, then took another loud sip of soda through a straw that was slowly dying under the weight of its own carbonation. "Tell me," he said, his voice nasal and uninterested,

The towering glass edifice of Arcadia Estates & Holdings Inc. stood like a monument to ambition itself, thirty-eight stories of reflective glass slicing into the morning sky like a knife. It was more than a building; it was a declaration. Sleek, corporate, and intimidating in its modern elegance, Arcadia wasn’t just one of the biggest real estate development firms in the country—it was the biggest. Where empires were built, where billion-dollar deals were signed behind closed doors lined with bulletproof glass and designer furniture. Evelyn Lancaster drove her silver coupe into the underground parking lot, her jaw set, her fingers clenched around the steering wheel. Every minute since she left the house had been a war inside her head—Nova's laughter echoing, Gary’s calmness haunting. The image of them standing in the kitchen together, like it was their home. Their kitchen. Their morning. She slammed her door shut and stormed through the revolving doors of Arcadia, her high heels

The iPhone alarm was loud, brutal, and excruciating. It always worked. Evelyn got out of bed a little late. She had spent the entire night trying to find a good spot for her restaurant, find potential investors, and leads. But she kept being distracted by Gary, Gary, Gary. Gary was a mysterious soul. He kept pulling stunts that were absolutely abnormal. This made Evelyn even more intentional about getting married to him. She took a shower and put on some nice clothes. A simple but classic high-waist black split skirt and a female tuxedo, white and brilliant. She walked out of her room, grabbing her car keys. She headed to the kitchen to find something to eat. But standing there was Gary. She smiled from the doorway as she saw him cook with precision and passion. He was not and should not be the one cooking. Just before she stepped foot into the kitchen, she heard a female’s voice giggling. “Oh Gary, you are so funny. Tell me, how did you survive without a mom and a dad? You mu

When the family arrived home, they were unusually quiet. Really quiet and numb. All eyes were on Gary. Madam Ann, William and his wife, Enrique, Donald, Ruth, Evelyn, Nova. They kept staring at Gary like he was some kind of ghost who had appeared from the dead to haunt them. Enrique was the first to speak. “Nice trick you pulled back there, Gary. Really nice trick. I’ve always known you to be a loser, little did I know you are also a trickster, a scammer and a fucking theif. I’m not even gonna say much, cause you would never be able to pull out two hundred million dollars. Not in this lifetime, not in the next.” Enrique scoffed and walked upstairs to his room. He was ashamed to gaze into Nova’s eyes. He had embarrassed himself in front of her. And again, who saved his ass? Gary. Gary, Gary, Gary. Ruth said nothing. She simply brushed past him with a slight, “Weirdo!” Donald walked up to him. “I’d love to see you pay for that painting. I’d love to see the whole world laugh at

Soon, the event came to an end, and Gary walked out quickly. He left early before anyone could get the chance to speak to him—especially the curious ones, the whispering elites, and the suspicious investors who now looked at him differently. It wasn’t that he wanted to avoid attention. He had walked into the gala already a man no one cared to notice—but now, after dropping two hundred million dollars like he was picking up the tab for dinner, he had become a name that didn’t match the face. The courtyard of the Edgar Mansion was mostly empty now. The wine carts had been rolled back into the side chambers, the last of the string quartet had vanished into the building like shadows retreating into the walls. The night had cooled, the stars above scattered like diamond dust, and the red carpet, once packed with feet and perfume and flirtations, now lay still—except for Gary, who moved toward the parking space, toward the sleek black car where he’d wait for Nova, Evelyn, and the rest

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer called out, his voice booming over the crystal chandeliers and the elegant hum of old money. “As you may already know, our very own beloved Edmond Edgar is an artist of great renown. A master of oil and patience. A son to our gracious host, Mr. Edgar himself. Tonight, one of his most revered pieces will be auctioned off to the highest bidder. We will start the bidding at five million dollars.” There was a slow ripple of applause—reserved, polite, noble. All the kind of applause rich people gave when pretending they weren’t desperate. And yet, there was hunger in the room. The kind of hunger that made men betray their brothers and women poison their sisters. That painting wasn't just a pretty canvas—it was an investment with wings, a thing of legacy, something that would quadruple in value and cement its owner in the hallways of cultural aristocracy. Nova’s eyes narrowed as she sipped her wine, the burgundy liquid kissing her lips as she watch

“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