Novels by Alfred ifeanyi

Scott sat in the jet, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. His breathing, which had been erratic just moments earlier, was finally beginning to stabilize. He leaned back in the seat, trying to regain composure.A moment later, the door to the cockpit slid open with a soft hiss, and Sullivan stepped out. His expression was etched with confusion and lingering shock from the attack."What the hell was that all about, boss? Who were those guys?" he asked, his voice low and cautious, still processing the chaos they had just escaped.Scott didn’t respond immediately. He let out a deep sigh, his eyes briefly closing as he ran a hand down his face."It’s a long story, and now’s not the time to tell it," he said calmly, keeping his tone composed. "Just focus on flying the jet."Sullivan nodded slowly but wasn’t entirely satisfied. “Alright, but… how do we know nothing critical got damaged? I mean, they shot at us like maniacs. What if they hit something vital?”Scott t

Scott dropped into a seat beside the window and leaned his head against the cool glass. His eyes wandered outside, taking in the eerie stillness of the tarmac... until something abruptly caught his attention.Two black vehicles were speeding toward the private jet, closing in with alarming urgency. His eyes widened slightly as the cars tore across the asphalt and came to a sudden, screeching halt. Without hesitation, all four doors on each vehicle flung open simultaneously, and eight men emerged—each of them heavily armed.Without warning, they cocked their rifles and pointed them directly at the jet.Then all hell broke loose.BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!A deafening barrage of gunfire erupted, echoing across the open space. Scott instinctively ducked, throwing himself low and pressing against the floor. The sound of bullets tearing into the fuselage rang out like thunder.He sprang to his feet and bolted toward the cockpit, heart pounding. He shoved the cockpit door open and found Sulliv

"Attacking the Head? Now that's a serious crime," Scott bellowed, his voice echoing through the vast hall. "And if I remember correctly, you said anyone who breaks the rules should be killed."Zhang Yang, who lay sprawled on the cold marble floor, swallowed hard at Scott’s words. His hands trembled slightly, and a visible sheen of sweat covered his forehead."Please... have mercy," he stammered, barely able to lift his head. "I don't know what came over me. I... I didn't mean to attack you." His voice was drenched in fear, and his heart thudded violently against his ribs.Scott’s expression hardened. He stood towering above Zhang Yang, his jaw clenched tight. "And here I was thinking I could trust you," he said coldly. "But in the end, you're no different from Wang Jian." His tone was filled with bitter disappointment. "And why are you begging for your life now? Weren’t you the same man who insisted I kill that other man earlier? You said all crimes should be punishable by death."As

Scott sat there in silence after hearing the words of Sandro, his fingers rubbing his chin."I agree they will all be mad because of my decision, but I doubt they'll make any move against me. You worry too much, Sandro. Just relax and enjoy the night," Scott finally spoke up, his right hand squeezing Sandro's shoulder. He picked up a glass of whiskey and took a sip before ordering one of the guards to take the box to his car outside. He couldn't stand seeing the box anymore, knowing it was the head of his friend sitting inside."So when will we be leaving, boss?" Sandro inquired after a short moment of silence."Once the party is over, I'll be on my way," Scott responded. "I've already ordered Sullivan to fly the jet to China. He will arrive in a couple of hours," he added."I see. And have you thought of the person who will rule the empire while you are away?" Sandro inquired."Yes, I have. I already have someone in mind," Scott replied instantly as he sipped his whiskey."It has to

Scott rose to his feet and made his way toward the man who was on his knees. His expression was cold, and his gaze fixed intently on him. The towering guards were holding the man's hands behind his back, making it impossible for him to move.Scott halted his steps in front of him and glared at him for a few moments before asking, "Who gave you that box?"The man swallowed hard before responding, "I don't know. I swear," he said in Chinese, his tone drenched in fear. "I didn't see his face clearly. He wore a hoodie. He simply gave me the box and said it was a special gift for you," he added."So a hooded man came here and gave you a box, telling you to take it to the boss—and you did, without asking questions or finding out who he was?!" Zhang Yang voiced out in anger. "You're lying. There's more to the story.""He's right. Why would you receive something from a man who's hiding his face under a hoodie? You had no idea who he was. What if it was a bomb inside the box?" Scott bellowed.

Noise erupted in the dining hall the moment everyone caught sight of Memphis's severed head inside the box. Screams filled the air as most of the ladies bolted from the room, rushing outside in a frantic attempt to avoid soiling the polished floor with their vomit.Scott stood frozen, his body unmoving, his eyes locked on the gruesome sight before him. His gaze widened in shock, the blood in his veins turning cold even as a seething heat began to rise within him."What the hell is this?" Sandro blurted out, his voice trembling and his face twisted with terror."Do you know this man?" Zhang Yang asked, eyeing Scott closely."Yes..." Scott replied in a low, shaken tone, his voice barely audible. "He was my comrade."His eyes never left the box."Who could have done something like this?" Sandro asked, a mixture of fear and disbelief in his voice."I'll find the man who delivered the box," Zhang Yang declared firmly. "Whoever he is, he might know who killed your friend."With that, he rai

Hearing the words of Derrick, Zed bursted out in laughter. Derick watched as he laughed, and bjs face was bright red in anger."What's so funny?!" He spat, his tone laced with anger."I'm..sorry." Zed managed to mutter after having a good laugh. "So because I'm wearing a suit you assumed I went to search for a job?""Am I wrong? You are all sweaty, and you also look dirty. You don't look like someone who has a job already, and even if you do you are definitely earning peanuts." Derrick retorted while glaring at him in disdain.The reason why Zed was sweaty and dirty was because he spent all day in the company working on the car. He could easily ask his workers to do it, but with the system giving him instructions he couldn't just sit in his office. He had to be down there with them, and also work with them. Most times Zed simply tells his workers what to do while he sits in his office, but today he chose to get himself busy by working with them."Stop wasting my time! Just leave alrea

The office fell silent after Zed those words, and Amanda just stood there glancing at him. Zed ran his fingers through his hair and let out a sigh."Is there anything you'd like me to do for you? Should we report this to the police?" Amanda asked, breaking the silence."No, Amanda. We can't involve the police when we aren't fully sure if he was the one behind what happened." Zed responded. "We'll have to keep watching. I am going to increase the security in this company. The previous guards who were on duty last night will be punished, and I will hire more. What happened before must not repeat itself again." Zed bellowed before picking up his suit and wore it."Are you leaving?" Amanda inquired as Zed picked up his briefcase."Yeah. My work here is done." Zed responded. "I'll see you all tomorrow." He added as he began to walk away."Wait, sir. There's one more thing." Amanda spoke up, causing Zed to halt his steps and shifted his gaze towards her."What's the matter?" He asked calml

A sharp knock echoed from the door. Before Zed could even utter a word, the door slid open, and Amanda stepped inside with urgency in her stride and a troubled look in her eyes."I'm sorry for barging in, sir," she said, her voice low and hurried. "But there's something important I must tell you."Zed looked up from his watch, his brow furrowing slightly at the serious tone in her voice. There was a flicker of confusion in his expression."What's wrong?" he asked.Amanda advanced slowly, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor as she closed the distance between them. She came to a halt just a few paces away from where he stood."Two days ago… I heard news that Scar has returned to the city," she said, her voice barely above a whisper—but just loud enough for Zed to hear her clearly.Zed’s eyes widened slightly at the mention of that name. It had been years, but the moment Amanda uttered it, a rush of old memories flooded his mind. He remembered Scar.People had spoken of Sc

The living room of Mr. Domenico fell into a deep, tense silence after he uttered those final words. Mrs. Anderson remained seated, her gaze fixed on him with a piercing curiosity. She took a slow sip of her wine, then lowered her glass and spoke with a knowing smirk."You're planning something, aren't you, homhey?" she asked, the corners of her lips curling upward.Mr. Domenico took a deliberate drag from his cigarette and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke that drifted lazily through the air. He leaned back into the plush cushions of his couch, casually crossing one leg over the other. His expression was calm, yet something dangerous simmered beneath it."I already gave him a chance to accept this deal peacefully," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "If he dares to say no—or offers some pitiful excuse—I’ll remind him that no one, and I mean no one, says no to a man like me. I’ll make him take back his words and do exactly what I asked of him."Mrs. Anderson raised an eyebrow, setting

After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulled up in front of the towering glass structure of Platinum Industries. The sleek exterior gleamed under the morning sun, reflecting the busy cityscape around it. With a determined expression, he stepped out of the car, briefcase in hand, and strode purposefully toward the entrance, his footsteps echoing across the polished pavement.Zed pushed the large glass doors open with a firm hand. As soon as he stepped inside, the receptionist, Amanda Steele, hurried toward him with practiced urgency, her heels clicking sharply on the marble floor."Good morning, sir," she greeted respectfully, her voice brisk but courteous.Zed didn’t stop walking. His long strides were full of urgency."Morning, Amanda. Where's Steve? He called me earlier and said some people broke in last night. He said they didn’t steal anything—but whatever they did instead was far worse than theft," Zed bellowed, his tone clipped and impatient as Amanda struggled to keep pa

“You’re accusing my top fan of robbing a billion dollars?!” Jack snapped, his voice rising with fury.“I’m not accusing him,” Lucas replied calmly. “He’s a suspect—a lead. That’s why I need you to tell me his name and everything you know about him. Once you do, I’ll be out of your hair.”Jack scoffed again, anger bubbling just beneath the surface. “Who the hell do you think you are? You begged me for ten minutes, and I gave it to you. Now you're trying to drag me into something serious? I stream for a living, man. I’m not getting involved in a goddamn criminal investigation.”“I’m not here to fight,” Lucas said quietly. “I came here asking for your help. But if you refuse, I’ll have to involve my boss. And trust me, neither of us wants that.”There was a subtle shift in Lucas’s voice—quiet, but unmistakably cold. A warning cloaked in calmness. It made Jack pause. For the first time since the conversation began, the smirk faded completely from his lips.“What... did you just say?” Jack

After tossing the body of the first guard overboard, he shifted his gaze towards the second one and began to walk towards him. His blood-soaked dagger clenched tightly in his right hand as he advanced forward. When he arrived behind him he wrapped his left arm around his neck, and with his right hand gripping his dagger he attempted to slit his throat but the man was quick.He grabbed Oswald's arm, preventing him from using his dagger. After grabbing his dagger he placed his right leg on the wall and pushed himself backwards with full force until both him and Oswald fell. Oswald swiftly rose back to his feet, and when the man attempted to grab his gun that fell from his hand after they landed, he charged forward and shoved him to the floor. After successfully shoving him to the floor Oswald sat above him and grabbed his neck with both hands.He tightened his grip around his neck, squeezing the life out of him. The man struggled to set himself free but Oswald's strength was overwhelm

The ship sailed through the waters slowly, the night was quiet am cold as Oswald stood on the edge, his eyes scanning the area, while Edwin was standing a few meters behind him. They've been out here for a while now. After defeating the first set of Gambino boys they encountered earlier there haven't been a sign of anyone else, not even a sign of the shipment.Oswald had assumed it would arrive a few minutes after the fight, but was now close to an hour and still no sign of anything. All they could see around them were water and more waters.Edwin couldn't handle the awward silence anymore so he decided to speak up."Do you think they took another route? They probably found out we were trying to steal it from them so they decided to deliver it in a different area." Edwin bellowed."No, I don't think so. No one knows we are out here. No one knows what we are planning to do. The only people that knows has been killed by me, you saw it. It might take longer than we thought but they'll d

Oswald crouched beside the railing, his gaze still fixed on the direction of Gambino's boat. He attached a silencer, and a soft clicking sound echoed through the stillness. Oswald loaded the magazine, the bullets glinting in the fading light. He chambered a round, the mechanism snapping into place with a satisfying crunch. With a deep breath, he settled into position, his finger resting on the trigger.He aimed for one of the Gambinos before pulling the trigger and the man dropped dead right where he was with blood splattering around the place."Sniper! Everyone, take cover!" One of them voiced out as they swiftly took cover. "Any idea where he's shooting from?" He asked."No, Sir. We can't see him anywhere around meaning he's attacking from a long range. We also can't counter because our guns are only short range guns." Another comrade responded with his heart racing."Darn it. Who could it be?" He spat.Oswald lowered the sniper after they all took cover, and he shifted his gaze bac

Edwin and Oswald exited the wheat farm and began to head towards the docks. They walked for a few moments before they finally arrived there.A medium-sized ship was already waiting for them there, and a man could be seen on the ship. The man seemed to be in his late forties, clad in a dirty brown suit, and a brown hat was sitting on his head."Evening, Uncle Duncan. Thanks for preparing the ship just like I asked." Oswald stated with a smile on his face.The man in a dirty brown suit, known as Uncle Duncan, got off the ship and walked towards Oswald."This is very dangerous, Oswald, why did you have to bring your younger brother?" Uncle Duncan asked with a slight frown as he glanced at Edwin."Because, Uncle Duncan, you and Edwin are the only people I trust in the entire world. I would have asked you to come with me but my father needs you back home and it will look suspicious if you are nowhere to be found. That's why I asked him to come along." Oswald replied audibly as he lit a cig

Edwin drove his car through the dimly lit street of Newcastle. The streets were almost pitch black and empty, and the only source of light was the light from his car. Driving a few meters behind him was Marcellus. Marcellus had his gaze fixed intently on Edwin's car."What are you up to?" He mused while driving forward. Marcellus suspected that Oswald and Edwin were responsible for the death of Timothy Hardcastle but he was unable to prove anything. Without any proof no one would believe a word he says.So right now that he caught Edwin leaving the mansion and driving his car towards a strange area he was sure they were up to something. And maybe if he follows them he might get concrete evidence against them.Edwin drove for several minutes, making his way towards the docks. He rotated the steering of the car and took a turn to a different street. The moment he arrived in the street, Oswald emerged from the shadows and stood in front of his car.Edwin's eyes widened in shock after ca

There are seven big families in England. These families aren't like the rest of the families, they are wealthy, famous, and very powerful. They also have connections with some governments and military around the world.The seven families are the Hardcastles family. The Hardcastles family owns the whole of Sunderland. The city is their own territory. The second family is the Blackwood family, and they own Newcastle.The third family is the Manchester family. The Manchester family's territory is located in Manchester City, and they are considered one of the biggest among the seven families.The fourth is the Windbreaker family. Unlike the rest of the family, the Windbreaker family are sharing a territory with another member of the seven families known as the Stark family. And the city they are both in is Nottingham Forest.The sixth family is the Greenwoods family... And their territory is located in Watford. And the sixth family is known as the Kargeyryan family. The Kargeyryan family