Novels by Ifemarcelly

Charles dragged the older man by his waist saying, “You foolish old man, why didn't you give this spoiled brat a good moral upbringing when he was growing up? Are you aware that he is guilty of the crime that caused queen Ava's death?!”“Not at all, Sir,” replied the Old man. “Please, forgive me and my household,” he added.The old man’s name is Minton Theo and he is Stafford Theo's father.“Huh?”Charles hissed and glowered angrily, “Old man, did I hear you say forgive your household? Well, I don't intend to harm any other member of your household except for Stafford but he is pushing me to harm all of you by refusing to pay the ultimate price for his sins, and I have decided to teach him some lessons.” Saying this, Charles swung his widely opened hand across Minton’s face and immediately, a thud resonated from his wrinkled old face, forcing out starlike beams from his eyes.“Argh!” Minton grimaced in immeasurable pain, staggered and fell to the ground after coughing out a mouthful of

The machineries and all the men stood frozen with sweat-beaded faces. They could see the visible and terrifying light of the sniper menacing their faces. The sniper was capable of blowing off their brains should they try acting recklessly.Shortly after the voice sounded, a man dressed in a military uniform decorated with two stars and an eagle alighted from one of the helicopters whilst a legion of army followed him. His name is Michael Lee and he was general of the Southern Wales military zone. They approached Charles and greeted him unanimously; “Greetings, the Young Prince of London! We're here to help you serve justice to those that deserved it!”The leader of the troop was holding a blade in his hand. He stepped forward and handed it to Charles, saying, “Prince Charles, kindly accept this blade of justice from the Southern Wales district military zone. Sir, you can weld the blade and use it to serve justice to those deserving of justice right now without going against the securi

They arrived at Saint Clement's cemetery and waited for Charles' appearance so that they could end his life once and for all.Saint Clement's cemetery was situated in a desolated and most rural area of southern Wales district.Drake Fargon, Jeremy Candy, Stafford Theo and George Floyd stood on the burial ground facing an old tomb. The tomb had an inscription that reads, rest in peace Lady Ava. The four of them stood before the tomb helplessly with their heads hung low and their two hands placed on their back to the nature of shameful and deplorable death they were about to encounter. Meanwhile, this was just a mere act of pretense for them as they believed that they would never die, but instead, hand Charles over to shameful death through their machineries which they brought to the burial ground to help them eliminate Charles. They were only acting to lure Charles to believe that they had succumb to his nonsense threat so that he will loose his guard and give their machineries chance

Some hours later, Drake Fargon and George Floyd's subordinates and allies arrived at Wales City and met their Boss and allies who were eagerly waiting for their arrival.They boarded taxis and headed to Your Next Home In North Wales City Hotel after they arrived at Cardiff airport.“Sky, Wanderer and Hightension, welcome to Wales City.” Dragon Lord stood up and welcomed three sturdy men who were dressed in a sleek black and white suit the moment they walked into room 505 presidential suites of the hotel.Sky, Wanderer and Hightension are Drake's Allies from Liverpool City. They are all brothers from the same parents. Their real names are Isaac Brooklyn, Wade Brooklyn and Highsmit Brooklyn.They were all experienced assassins infamous for their ruthlessness and dreadful nature especially Wanderer and Hightension who had no particular place as their base but instead, were constantly wandering around the world looking for whose blood they will feed on.“Thank you, Mr Drake.” Sky flashed

“Argh!” George Floyd’s face contorted into a dark pack of painful frown as he grimaced and growled in confusion, “How terrifying has this brat grown without my knowledge. How did I not kill him back then eleven years ago when he was still a toddler?” His voice was overwhelmingly laced with sheer frustration and agony. He has never witnessed such strength all through his lifetime despite being the most feared and dreaded underworld Lord in Manchester City. He has also never been afraid of anybody including Rodrigo Jacob as he had always regarded himself as the strongest man in the United Kingdoms.However, Charles had left him with severe injuries and pains just by waving his hand across him. An experience he had never heard of nor seen in his life before.Just like George Floyd, the other three persons with him in the presidential suites of Your Next Home In North Wales City Hotel were passing through an excruciating pain that rendered them helpless and unable to speak or react toward

Meanwhile Charles was absent minded inside the helicopter and did not concern himself with the conversation between Don Tyler and Rodrigo Jacob. Instead he was lost in deep thought thinking about how he will deal with his enemies who made him passed through hell where he suffered an unquantifiable amount of misery, mockery, untold hardship and humiliation from lowly - lives of the society especially from the hands of the members of the Marcus family that treated him with disdain, premium torture and highest mockery as if he was a nobody. Soon, the helicopter which he was inside arrived at Your Next Home In North Wales City Hotel and descended at the hotel's heliport. After the helicopter descended and came to a halt, Charles got out of the helicopter and immediately headed to room 505, presidential suites of the hotel. He stopped on his way to the suite and branched over at the hotel’s lobby manager’s office who was his tab placed on his enemies to get the full details of what th