Novels by Cindy Chen

As the smoke began to dissipate, revealing the chaos of the decimated lab, Jack's enhanced vision honed in on Patrick, a formidable figure even in his wounded state. Blood trickled down Patrick's forehead, mixing with the grim determination and seething anger in his eyes. His breath came in ragged gasps, a testament to the intensity of their struggle."You think you can defeat me like this?" Patrick's voice reverberated through the chamber, his words dripping with contempt as he advanced towards Jack. "I won't let you win, Jack!"With a sudden burst of speed, Patrick lunged forward, his armored form hurtling towards Jack with frightening velocity. Jack barely had time to react, his instincts kicking in as he braced himself for the impact.The clash was thunderous, the force of Patrick's charge slamming into Jack like a battering ram. They grappled fiercely, each trying to gain the upper hand in the brutal melee. Jack's muscles strained against the weight of Patrick's armor, his mind r

Jack's situation was dire. He lay on the cold floor, pain radiating through his body, Ashley's bloodied form just out of reach. His vision blurred and darkened at the edges, but he wasn't ready to give up. He knew he had one last trick up his sleeve.With a barely noticeable movement, he activated the communication implant Jill had embedded in his arm. It was a last-resort device, meant for emergencies only. Jack whispered urgently, his voice barely a breath, "Jill, now!"Even though it looked like he was talking to himself, he knew Jill was listening. His eyes briefly met Patrick's smug gaze before he summoned all his remaining strength. With a sudden, almost inhuman burst of energy, Jack leaped high into the air, his body propelled by the advanced tech Jill had provided.He soared upwards, smashing through the ceiling and creating a gaping hole. Dust and debris rained down as the astonished guards and Patrick stared up, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief. The room fell s

Patrick, sensing a slight tremor of control slipping from his grasp, attempted to regain his dominance with a sneer. "You think you're clever, don't you, Jack?" he jeered, his voice echoing off the cold, stone walls of the lair. "But you're just bluffing. We both know what happened the last time you tried to fight alone. You lost, and you lost badly. Look around you. My men guard every corner of this place with the highest vigilance. There's no help coming from Jill or anyone else. You think you can fool me? I anticipated your move, and I've made sure it won't happen."Jack's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he fixed Patrick with a steely glare. "You talk too much, Patrick," he retorted, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. His confidence was unwavering, a stark contrast to the villain's bluster.Without another word, Jack launched himself into action with a burst of explosive energy. His movements were a blur, honed by years of training and battle-hardened experience. He b

As Jack's cries of anguish reverberated through the glass chamber, something within him snapped. A surge of adrenaline and sheer willpower coursed through his veins. His eyes, still wet with tears, hardened with a new determination. He strained against the metal restraints with every ounce of strength he possessed, the cords of his muscles standing out in stark relief against his skin.The glass walls seemed to close in on him, but Jack refused to accept defeat. With a roar of pure rage, he wrenched his arm free from one of the metal bindings, the steel groaning under the force of his fury. The other restraints seemed to tighten in response, but Jack was beyond pain now. He tore at the remaining bonds, his breath coming in ragged gasps.The guards outside the chamber stared in shock, their initial disbelief giving way to alarm. The sight of Jack breaking free sent a wave of panic through them."What's happening?" one of the guards shouted, his voice tinged with fear.Patrick's smug ex

Jack watched intently as the guards began to unfasten the restraints binding Ashley to the chair. Every movement seemed to drag in slow motion, his heart hammering in his chest. Despite her weakened state, Ashley managed to shake her head weakly, her voice a mere whisper, carrying the weight of her desperation. "No, Jack," she pleaded, her eyes wide and glistening with tears. "Please, just go. Leave me."Jack’s determination was unshakeable. He shook his head firmly, his jaw set in a hard line. "Ashley, you have to go now," he insisted, his voice steady and resolute, cutting through the tense atmosphere like a blade. He knew there was no other option if she were to have any chance at freedom.Ashley remained in the iron grip of the guards, her strength all but spent. Her eyes, though filled with despair, still bore into Jack’s with a silent plea, a plea he could not heed. She understood the depth of his resolve but felt the crushing weight of helplessness. Her body slumped slightly as

As Jack was escorted further into the heart of The Golden Apple's new stronghold, the dimly lit corridors seemed to close in around him, suffocating him with their oppressive atmosphere. The guards flanked him on either side, their eyes boring into him with a mixture of suspicion and contempt.Patrick stood at the end of the hallway, his presence commanding and his demeanor oozing with arrogance. His arms were crossed over his chest, and a smug smirk played at the corners of his lips as Jack was brought before him."Well, well, if it isn't our obedient little errand boy," Patrick sneered, his voice laced with disdain as he regarded Jack. "Coming here unarmed, all for the sake of the traitor who betrayed you. How noble of you, Jack."Jack's fists clenched at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as he struggled to contain his rising anger. He knew Patrick was trying to provoke him, but he refused to take the bait. Instead, he focused on the urgency of the situation at hand."Wher

As the heavy doors closed behind Calen, silence wrapped around the great hall for a brief moment—before it was broken once again by the sharp footsteps of Seraphina returning.She approached Queen Elara swiftly but gracefully, then leaned in to whisper something into the queen’s ear. Whatever she said, it was meant only for Elara.The queen gave a single, serene nod. Then she whispered in return, "Wait a little longer."Seraphina inclined her head in understanding and slipped away into the shadows once more, her crimson cloak trailing silently behind her.Meanwhile, Evan Drake was still at it—his voice rising above the murmurs in the hall, sharp with accusation and barely-contained fury.“He’s sealing the king’s fate! That’s what he’s doing!” Evan shouted, stepping forward, his face flushed with rage. “You all saw it—he was the last person beside His Majesty before the collapse. And now he demands to be alone with him? Wake up!”A nobleman from Vynoria stepped forward, nodding fervent

The chamber was small and dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a single wall-mounted brazier. Shadows danced along the stone walls, creating an intimate and secretive atmosphere—far from the chaos and suspicion outside.Queen Elara Wynn stepped inside first, her elegant silhouette outlined in amber light. She did not sit, nor did she offer Calen a seat. Instead, she turned slowly to face him, her expression unreadable—serene, composed, yet undeniably sharp.“We are alone now, General Storm,” she said, her voice low and steady. “Speak your truth. What is it you wish to say?”Calen took a breath. His jaw was tight, his eyes searching hers not with hostility—but with relentless intent.“I will not allow anyone to harm the King,” he said bluntly.“Whoever is responsible for this... I will find them.”Elara arched an eyebrow.“And do you think that person is me?” she asked, the faintest trace of a smile curving her lips—one that didn’t reach her eyes.“That is not what I said,” Calen re

The hall had grown tense with murmurs and watchful eyes, but Calen Storm remained still, his gaze locked on the corridor where the High Priestess and Royal Healer had disappeared with the unconscious King.He turned sharply to Seraphina and spoke with firm authority, his voice laced with the tension of responsibility.“I must observe the healing process.”He kept his posture composed, though his jaw was clenched.“The Royal Healer from Aerondale must not be interrupted — not unless Vynoria’s healers are providing support, not taking over.”Seraphina raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.“Support?” she repeated, almost scoffing.“Vynoria has one of the most advanced healing orders in the known realms. We’ve trained under sacred waters and stars for generations. Our methods are precise and effective.”She took a deliberate step closer, lowering her voice slightly.“And with all due respect, General Storm, you are not a healer. You are a soldier. You should not interfere in matters bey

A collective gasp echoed through the vast marble walls. The air grew colder.Queen Elara Wynn, still standing beneath the moonlit floral arch, brought a graceful hand to her lips, her violet eyes wide with alarm.“No… this can’t be…” she whispered, her voice soft, trembling ever so slightly. Her gown rippled as she took a step forward, surrounded by her attendants and Seraphina. Though her movements were measured and poised, her expression displayed a perfect image of shock and deep concern — the flawless composure of a queen trying to maintain dignity in the midst of sudden tragedy.“Get him to a bedchamber, now!” barked one of the Aerondale officers.Vynorian and Aerondale guards began barking conflicting orders, scrambling to coordinate. Seraphina raised her voice above the chaos, commanding Vynorian troops to secure the hall and allow no one in or out. Her eyes were sharp, calculating — already considering the implications.As King Ashford was gently lifted and carried out under h

The grand hall of the Vynorian palace had been transformed into a breathtaking vision — draped in rich silks the color of twilight and gold, lit by hundreds of floating lanterns that shimmered like stars trapped beneath the ceiling. Musicians tuned their instruments in the distance, and servants moved swiftly in preparation for the royal betrothal feast.But before the hall filled with guests, Calen Storm was already inside.He moved in silence, his eyes sharp and focused, scanning each archway, each shadowed alcove, each decorative column. His soldiers — handpicked for their loyalty and precision — moved with him, checking for hidden weapons, suspicious devices, or signs of infiltration.No detail was too small.He examined the elevated platform where King Ashford and Queen Elara Wynn would sit side by side. He checked behind the tapestries, beneath the long banquet tables, and even instructed two men to sweep the rafters above.That was when he heard the voice behind him."General S

Queen Elara Wynn sat motionless before the grand mirror in her private dressing chamber, a room bathed in the soft golden glow of oil lamps. Her gown shimmered like moonlight on water — layers of silver and pale blue silk that cascaded like waves down her form. Her attendants had outdone themselves; no queen had ever looked more regal.And yet, her expression was stone.Her eyes, sharp and resolute, stared back at her reflection — not with vanity, but with grim contemplation. This is it, she thought. The first step into the unknown. The beginning of a very dangerous game.The heavy silence was broken by the soft creak of the door. Seraphina entered, cloaked in midnight blue, flanked by two women in sleek armor — the silent generals of Vynoria, loyal only to their queen. She approached quietly and leaned close, whispering something directly into Elara’s ear.Elara gave a slow, imperceptible nod."I need to speak with the High Priestess," Elara said aloud, rising from her seat.Seraphina

The light of the full moon envelops the room with a magical glow, creating a magical and serene atmosphere. Moonlight gently kissed Nola's face which was tense with pain. I stood by her side, my right hand holding hers tightly, conveying warmth and strength from every touch. But the healers want me outside, so I have to go out.“Arghhh!! It hurts!" she cried, the sound of the night's silence interrupted by a cry of pain. The healers forbade me from entering the room, and I could only hear moans and screams from behind the door. Anxiety swept through my heart, I couldn't wait to hear news about Nola's condition.Suddenly, a healer came out of the room and approached me.“My King, you can come in and accompany the Queen,” he said to me.I went into the room and held Nola's hand. Nola held my hand tightly, her eyes staring at the ceiling of the room filled with darkness. Deep moans escaped her lips every time a contraction hit. The light of the full moon, even though it couldn't enter th

That morning, the sunlight played games with the leaves, creating a magical blend of shade and golden glow. The fresh scent of flowers and herbs wafts in the clean air. It was as if nature itself was participating in celebrating this historic moment.The once simple assembly hall now sparkles in the splendor of natural jewels. Folded flags made of silk fluttered brilliantly, and decorations made from dried leaves and fresh flowers decorated every corner of the room. The light from the shining totems reflected the colors of life, implying a new awakening of their power.A moment before the sunlight reached its peak, I came to Nola who was getting ready in the preparation room. The soft light from the crystal chandelier reflected a beautiful glow on her dress made from natural materials, giving her an aura of stunning elegance.When she turned around to see me, her sweet smile filled the room. "Ares," she said in a soft voice that seemed to wash away my nervousness. "You shouldn't have

In an increasingly debilitating state, my voice broke in the reflection of the vibrations of light around us. Light flashed, creating an invisible yet powerful energy network. "I won't give up, even though my body feels increasingly fragile. I won't let you be trapped in this darkness, Nola," I said with trembling determination. The words seemed to be a mantra, strengthening my will even when my body could barely support itself.The Shadow Diamond Totem, glowing with fading black light, spoke in a voice filled with urgency. "Ares Jones, we don't have much time. We have to hurry. Nola needs us.""The Grand Healing Totem's light is starting to fade," she added, her voice filled with determination but sounding fragile. "We have very limited time, Ares Jones."Deep anxiety welled up within me, making me realize that not only these totems were on the verge of destruction, but also Nola and my own life. However, I knew I couldn't give up. It is my mission to reunite Nola's divided soul. Des

The dream just disappeared, fading into endless darkness, and Nola seemed to disappear from my field of vision. I remained asleep, without dreams or images haunting my mind. My body responded deeply to rest, immersing me in an undefined dream world. Abstract images awaken and disappear over an immeasurable span of time. Nola, as if closely linked to the dream world, moved far from the horizon of my mind, disappearing in the surrounding darkness.As morning approached, the sun's rays seeped in through the thin curtains, painting streaks of light on the walls of the tent. I woke up slowly, thrown back into the real world. Rex stood tall by Nola's side, his eyes reflecting a deep worry, hinting at thoughts hovering over the worst possible possibilities."How is she doing, Rex?" I said in a voice that was still hoarse, following the footsteps of the dreamland I had just grasped.Rex looked at me sincerely, his eyes filled with deep worry. “She is still in a weak state; there are no signi

The aroma of spices and herbs filled the air when my eyes opened. My body felt heavy as if all my energy had been drained. Gathering the power to repair The Shadow Diamond Totem was indeed a tiring task.Beside me, Mora stood with a concerned look. "Ares, you are lucky to have survived. But don't underestimate your strength. Don't forget your own limits," he said in a soft voice, hand holding out a healing potion. It tastes bitter but immediately brings freshness to my body."Thank you, Mora. It feels like I was born again," I said with a faint smile.Mora smiled softly. "You will be fine, Ares. The entire tribe is grateful for your sacrifice," she said, her eyes shining with respect."Where is The Shadow Diamond Totem?" I demanded, my curiosity peaked.Mora looked at me warmly. "She is resting in the Shadow Totem Tribe's temple. She needs time to recover her strength from all this."She went to tell the others that I had woken up. Not long after, Toth Karan and the totem warriors ent

In the chaotic battlefield, with magic explosions and echoing groans, I stood before The Shadow Diamond Totem who kept screaming. Her body swayed, trying to break free from the totem warrior's bindings, but her strength only depleted further.I realized that in a state like this, where she was still conscious and twitching wildly, it was very difficult for me to repair her totem codes. My concentration must be stronger than before. However, I can't watch her continue to suffer like this."Get some more blood, we need her weaker!" I ordered several nearby totem warriors. They responded swiftly, opening buckets of blood and meticulously watering The Shadow Diamond Totem. Every drop of blood entered her body, producing the desired effect.However, the woman's desperate screams still roared, filling the battlefield. Bil, with tense eyes, found his courage. "She has to pass out, Ares. We need you completely focused," he said, trying to calm himself and decide on that bold move. I nodded fi

Calvin’s name suddenly exploded across various social media platforms. A clip of him calmly but devastatingly shutting down the shareholders' arguments during yesterday’s meeting went viral and trended within hours. What impressed the public the most was how Calvin managed to leave Kevin Lang completely speechless after enduring a series of insults. People began praising Calvin even more as a medical god with the heart of an angel.Meanwhile, far from the media spotlight, Kevin was sitting in a treatment room at Lang Hospital. His hands trembled as a nurse finished reattaching his severed pinky. The pain from Calvin’s brutal and unexpected act of cutting off his finger was unbearable—but the most excruciating pain wasn’t in his finger. It was in his pride. Kevin’s ego was shattered by the fact that he had to go to Calvin and beg him to return the severed piece.“This is all that bastard Calvin’s fault, Dad!” Kevin growled, his voice shaking with emotion. “He dared to humiliate me—me,

Laughter echoed throughout the meeting room. All eyes were fixed on Calvin with judgmental and mocking gazes.“This is the first time I’ve seen a genius doctor turn out to be a mental patient. How could Miss Alana bring someone in the middle of a hallucination phase?” they scolded.“I’m sure that’s just a card he picked up on the street. Shouldn’t you return it to its owner? You won’t be able to use it anyway!” mocked another as they burst into laughter.They brutally trampled on Calvin’s dignity, treating him like a filthy sewer rat that deserved to be a laughingstock.“Hahaha!” Calvin suddenly let out a dry laugh, echoing their cheerful cackles and instantly silencing them in confusion. “You’re laughing at me, but are you sure your money is clean? This card is mine, and the money in it is mine. I use it with peace of mind because it’s clean. But I doubt any of you feel as calm as I do,” Calvin said, throwing their mockery back at them.“No matter how much money is in your fake card,

"Perry Pharmacy did something incredibly foolish. After this disaster, what are you going to do to cover our massive losses? We won’t accept just an apology in a situation like this," said one of the shareholders, his voice laced with anger he tried to suppress, though the sarcasm in his tone was hard to miss.That night, the Perry family had gathered for an important meeting. All shareholders and members of the board of directors filled the meeting room seats, their faces gloomy and angry.The atmosphere in the room was unbearably tense, especially for the Perry family, who had now lost face."Can we start this meeting and hear how this madness happened?""The Perry family is completely incompetent at managing a simple business like this. You’ve destroyed our trust and our money. Utterly foolish!"All the fury was directed at the Perry family, prompting Beatrice, James, and Giana to immediately glare at Alana with sharp eyes."This is all Alana’s fault," James hissed. "She’s the one

"You cancel the agreement and I will be willing to pay for your losses. I truly have no energy left to keep facing your insane obsession with me, Alana," Calvin said tiredly. "Besides, I never wanted this marriage in the first place."Alana was stunned to hear Calvin's words. She never expected a man like him to be so cruel to her."Don’t joke around, Calvin. How could you possibly afford to cover all my losses if you cancel our marriage agreement?" Alana asked in disbelief."So you still underestimate me even after everything that’s happened, Alana," Calvin sneered. "Is it because I’m poor that you’ve always treated me like dirt—even now? You’ve been so harsh because your obsession with me stems from a sense of superiority over a poor man like me.""That’s not what I meant, Calvin. You misunderstood," Alana said in a panic, trying to explain. "I never looked down on you, no matter your situation. I just want to marry you and leave all the problems in this city behind, that’s all. I c

Alana fell silent, disappointed to hear her family so strongly opposed her decision to marry Calvin. She had hoped they would be happy for her and help make her dreams come true.“Aren’t you ashamed to marry a man who was once just your contract husband, sis?” Giana scolded, eyeing Alana skeptically. “Like James said, you're doing something pointless. Just give up. Your engagement was called off, and that alone humiliated not just you, but our whole family in front of all those important guests,” she added sharply.Alana remained silent, her fists clenched tightly, holding back her anger and sadness.“Sweetheart, you should go see Kevin instead of insisting on marrying Calvin again,” Beatrice said gently, her voice calm. “This isn't about the company, it's about you. Instead of forcing yourself to be Calvin’s bride, I want you to marry a man who truly loves you—and I see that in Kevin.”“She’s right. Go see Kevin and talk to him,” James added firmly.“You're unbelievable,” Alana whisp

“Dr. Hudson, there’s a phone call from the city hospital under the name Maxwell Smith. They are requesting your presence,” said one of the administrative staff at Calvin’s clinic.Calvin, who was busy typing a prescription for a patient that he was about to send to the pharmacy, didn’t respond to the staff’s words at all.He appeared deeply focused on his computer, prompting the staff member to remain silent and wait patiently for the right time to speak again.“Dr. Hudson, you’ve received a phone call from the hospital. A patient named Maxwell Smith would like to see you,” the staff repeated.Calvin turned to look at her. “Alright, I’ll go to the hospital. Thank you for letting me know.”“In that case, I’ll go ahead and close the clinic so you can leave comfortably,” she responded cheerfully.She hurried back to her desk while Calvin began preparing to leave.As he stepped out of his office, Calvin first went to the pharmacy to check on the prescription.“Has the last patient receive