Novels by Pen thinker

The sharp slam of the door was still echoing when Sophia’s heart sank.Her breath caught in her throat. She already knew.She didn’t need to guess. The second she heard the footsteps, the rustle of expensive fabric, the weighty silence followed by a familiar scoff—it was enough.Her eyes slowly shifted toward the doorway, and there they were.Her grandfather entered first, tall and stern as ever, his walking stick hitting the tiles with cold authority. Behind him, her father, Mr. Callum, stood with a deep frown, arms folded tightly across his chest. And then… her mother—Clarissa Callum, perfectly dressed as if she hadn’t just stormed into a hospital room, her expression twisted with a mix of panic, rage, and exhaustion.Sophia’s body stiffened beneath the bedsheets.Clarissa didn't wait.“You see? You see what you’ve done to yourself?” her mother snapped, her voice slicing through the air. “We warned you, Sophia! Didn’t we warn you?!”Sophia didn’t respond. Her fingers tightened aroun

At that moment the bitterness in his tone cracked through.However Serenity didn’t respond. Her gaze was locked on her phone. Calm. Controlled. Almost too calm.That silence unnerved him.And at that point Winston father phone started ranging.Immediately his wise turned deadly when he saw who was calling.“Why is he calling him?” he asked sharply, though he already knew.They must have something on Damien.They weren’t just trying to reach him.Winston’s father answered the call, his tone sharp and expectant.“What is it?”A calm voice came through the receiver. “We’ve seen him, sir. Damien. He’s at Vespera Medical, alone. Fourth floor. Private wing.”For a second, Winston’s father didn’t blink. The words echoed in his ear like the sound of a loaded gun being cocked. Then, slowly, a wicked smile stretched across his face.“Very good,” he said, hanging up without another word.He turned to Serenity, who was still fuming from everything she'd just said about her grandfather, her engag

Upon hearing Serenity’s quiet confession, Winston’s father tilted his head slightly, surprise flickering across his face. His brows drew together, the weight of confusion pressing deeper. “What do you mean it’s your fault?” he asked, his tone more curious than accusatory. “What exactly happened that would make your father—your own grandfather—not want to see even you?”Then Serenity exhaled softly, her fingers curling around each other in front of her. Her gaze dropped for a second, as if grounding herself before revealing what had clearly haunted her.“It’s about the one who treated him,” she began. “The miraculous doctor apprentice.”Winston’s father remained still, listening.“He… he was actually the one grandfather betrothed me to,” she said slowly. “And I… I chased him away. More than once.” Her voice thinned with guilt. “I insulted him. I doubted him. I accused him of things I didn’t understand... and the last time I saw him, it was on a cold evening.”She paused, swallowing ba

At that moment Serenity stood still, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her brows furrowed in disbelief. The room felt cold—not because of the temperature, but because of the weight of what Winston's father had just said. Her heart pounded harder as his words echoed again in her head.“Three hundred years…” he muttered, voice laced with rage and helplessness. “That’s what his body is aging toward. In hours. Not decades.”He was pacing now, his hands trembling, not from fear—but fury. “Someone… someone did this to my son. To a member of this family! They didn’t just attack Winston—they attacked our name.”Serenity clenched her jaw. Her eyes darkened as she watched him struggle to remain composed. She didn’t like Winston. She never had. But this… this was far beyond personal feelings. It was about blood. About legacy.And someone had dared to stain it.“No,” she said sharply, stepping forward. “This is unacceptable. No one—no one—touches a member of this family and walks away. An

At that moment the ground cracked beneath him as London’s brother roared—his body, now soaked in dark red mist, pulsated with corrupted energy. The warehouse trembled under the weight of his aura.Without a word, he raised his hand and unleashed it.A massive gust of decay burst from his palm like a cannon—corrosive wind screaming across the air, devouring the concrete floor in its path. Metal groaned and turned brittle in an instant. The entire space darkened, shadows dancing like spirits trapped in a storm.Damien didn’t blink.With a soft exhale, he shifted one foot back, adjusting his weight with perfect calm. His fingers came together in a slow, deliberate snap.Snap.From Damien’s fingers, a soft flash of white bloomed—a pulse of pure light, warm and yet impossibly sharp. It wasn't fire. It wasn't wind. It was something far more refined. More ancient.The white energy stretched wide like a dome, meeting the dark decay in mid-air.“Boom.”The collision was silent for a moment—the

At that moment, something dark clicked into place.One of the soldiers—the tallest of them—fell to one knee, gasping, his skin paling as veins started to pulse across his arms unnaturally. Another groaned, grabbing his own neck like the air had suddenly turned poisonous. Their bodies were trembling, but they didn’t scream. They only exchanged terrified glances, and it finally dawned on them.This wasn’t just any technique, this was Dark Prison.The forbidden technique. the same one their master—London’s brother—had once boasted about creating but had sworn never to use again.Their eyes widened in silent horror.He had done it. he was using them.Feeding on them, Feeding through them.The technique was outlawed within the military for a reason—because it demanded sacrifice of Life.It devoured spirit energy like wildfire in a dry forest. It didn’t care who you were. It didn’t care if you were the creator or the soldier. It consumed.However Damien watched quietly, his eyes cold and c

Raymond stood quietly near the center of the hall, his presence calm, his posture straight, yet utterly unbothered by the awe swirling around Waylon’s pill.While guests gasped and praised the rarity of a second-level alchemist’s work, Raymond’s eyes drifted lazily toward the pill inside the jade box.With just one glance, that was all he needed.From the texture, the glow, and the faint medicinal scent in the air, he immediately saw through it—it was indeed made by a second-level alchemist, but the refining process lacked purity. The spiritual energy was unstable, the balance flawed. It would barely extend a life by two or three years at best, and if taken carelessly, might even cause internal disruption to someone with delicate meridians.It was flashy, but hollow, Raymond showed no admiration. No awe. Not even a raised brow.He simply stood in silence, hands behind his back.And that silence… was noticed.Waylon, still basking in the praise, caught the lack of expression from Raymo

As the banquet reached its high point, laughter and polite applause filled the grand hall. One by one, guests approached Malisa’s grandfather, each bearing a luxurious gift—rare paintings, antique treasures, and priceless herbs. Words of respect flowed like wine, praising the chairman’s lifetime achievements in medicine and leadership.Suddenly—The mood shifted.The sound of leather shoes tapping against the floor echoed boldly across the hall.Waylon entered, he didn’t just walk in—he announced himself with his stride.Head held high, a wide smile painted across his face, and dressed in a custom three-piece suit tailored to scream wealth and pride, Waylon radiated confidence and self-importance.Upon noticing the shift in the room Several guests turned at once.“Isn’t that Young Master Waylon from the Lancaster family?”“He looks... unusually proud today.”“What’s he planning?”However Waylon didn’t disappoint, and seeing all eyes on him, made his shoulder raise even more.This was

The grand banquet hall buzzed with quiet conversations and elegant laughter as Raymond followed Malisa further inside. The soft hum of string instruments drifted from a raised platform near the stage, and the scent of fine cuisine lingered in the air.Then came a sudden voice, full of excitement.“Brother Raymond!”Immediately a man rushed over in a finely tailored navy-blue suit—young, well-groomed, and practically glowing with energy. It was Malisa’s cousin, the one Raymond had told what he needed to do to treat his fertility problems.“Brother Raymond, you’re amazing!” he blurted out, his eyes shining. “That prescription you gave me—it worked! I mean, it really worked!”He leaned in a little closer and lowered his voice conspiratorially.“Not only did it fix the problem, but I feel stronger than I ever did before. Like… really powerful,” he added, raising his brows as if trying not to say too much in front of his female relatives.Hearing what he just said Raymond blinked once, the

The banquet venue was grand—luxurious without being told one could tell how much was put into it, decorated with understated gold and ivory, adorned with fresh lilies and warm ambient lighting. Outside the entrance, rows of high-end cars lined the driveway, while suited guards and black-tie guests moved about in quiet elegance.This wasn’t just a birthday banquet.It was a gathering of power, elite in the city.The guest list was a tapestry of the city's upper echelon: medical elites, representatives of major families, investment magnates, and several senior members of the Medical Association. All had come to celebrate the birthday of Chairman Nathaniel, the president of the city’s medical association—Malisa’s grandfather.Whispers passed between clusters of guests as the hall bustled.“Did you see the Westbrook delegation just arrived? And that’s Dr. Herman from the National Research Council…”Everyone knew the banquet was more than just a birthday—it was a display of power and conn

Waylon’s hatred for Raymond deepened like a wound left to rot.As he paced the floor of his private study, his eyes bloodshot, fists clenched at his sides, he couldn’t suppress the fury building inside him.‘Raymond’He couldn't believe that damn man had appeared at just the right time to ruin everything. Again.“First, he’d taken the spotlight in healing Malisa's grandfather, Then, he had miraculously stopped Malisa from talking to him before. Now… now, he’d interfered with a plan that I had spent days carefully crafting—a plan meant to make Malisa mine, whether she wanted it or not.”Immediately Waylon slammed his fist into the oak table, cracking the polished surface.“Raymond…” he growled through gritted teeth. “I don’t care who you are, or what you can do—sooner or later, I’ll find a way to eliminate you.”But even in his seething rage, Waylon wasn’t done with Malisa.His obsession in using her to get her family wealth ran too deep.“I’ll still marry her, and get what I want no

Then Raymond pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped the remaining sweat from her forehead.“I suspect the same person responsible for poisoning your grandfather… also drugged you tonight.”Malisa looked at him, her expression tightening with focus.Raymond continued, his tone clipped but clear, like he was putting pieces together out loud.“The symptoms you displayed—the rapid pulse, flushed skin, mental disorientation—were almost identical to what I observed in your grandfather, only more concentrated and faster-acting. His poisoning was slow and hidden over time, meant to weaken him gradually. Yours was abrupt, meant to take effect within minutes. But the toxin base was the same. The way it attacked the internal balance… the method of disruption... it all followed the same structure.”He narrowed his eyes slightly.“Whoever created the original poison likely just modified it. This wasn’t random—it was personal. And well-prepared.”Upon hearing what Raymond just said Malisa’s eye

CHAPTER 485INVESTIGATION "I'm just so tired of everything, I feel like there are hidden people working against us," Avery murmured, almost in tears. She wasn't happy with everything that was happening."You think it's people we don't know. I don't quite agree with you. I feel like we know them, but they haven't completely shown who they really are, but we can make a guess," Jeremy said. Deep down, he knew who was doing this, but since he had no proof, he couldn't point to that person."You have an idea who the person is, tell me so I can know who my enemies are," Avery spoke up. Her face was stressed. It was obvious that she had worked so hard these past weeks and needed a lot of rest."I can't really say, I feel like the Senator, the three wise men, the former estate manager and all the people who have had one problem or another with us are somehow involved in this," Jeremy claimed, but he wasn't sure yet.He was very concerned, especially now that they were attacking his wife's bu

CHAPTER 484IMPENDING DANGERAvery's words made the women's stomachs sink in anger as their hands clenched into fists at their sides.The look of surprise and shock on their faces didn't go unnoticed by Avery, who avoided their gaze completely.She knew the possible reaction they were expecting from her and she wasn't prepared to give them what they wanted, the raging feeling in her heart wasn't what she wanted them to see, her mind was in turmoil."You should stop putting up such a strong front, we all know how exhausting it must be, it's time you let your feelings out," Elizabeth said, her tone laced with the contempt that dripped from her voice.She had always made sure that Avery understood how she felt about her and never had to make the wrong choice.For Elizabeth, she wanted Avery to feel all the pain she had felt and the grief she had endured when her husband was taken from her."Nobody's pretending or anything, you're just being paranoid," Avery replied, her voice filled with

CHAPTER 483UNPERTURBED"What a sweet man I have for a husband," Avery murmured to herself with a smile on her face.She looked around but couldn't find Jeremy, maybe he had gone for a run. She sat down and ate her breakfast of bacon and eggs with coffee on the side, just the way she liked her breakfast.After breakfast she made sure that everything was okay, Mia had already left for school while she was going to drop off her baby at a daycare before going to work.She had already prepared everything when she got Mia ready for school before she got herself ready. She carried the baby in his cradle and put him in the back seat before getting into her car and driving off. The daycare center was not far from her home, it was only about a twenty minute drive from her house, and she dropped him off with the lady in charge before going to work.As soon as Avery arrived to work, she met with some of the women whose husbands had been arrested for their fraudulent activities on the estate. Th

CHAPTER 482WHO IS VALENTINE WHITE Jeremy was deep in thought after talking to his father. He wondered who this Mr. Valentine White was that his father described him as very powerful.How could an individual be able to control the presidential election of a whole nation, he must be very powerful to be able to do that."I really need to do some research on this man before I visit him," Jeremy muttered to himself. It's better for him to know the lion's den he's about to enter than to walk in blindly without any information about who Mr. Valentine White really was.He was still deep in thought when his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Jefferson calling him. He probably wanted to send him the address of Mr. Valentine White like his father had said.He picked up the phone and answered the call. The sooner he made contact with this man, the better for him."Hello Jefferson, how are you?" asked Jeremy to Jefferson. It had been a while since they had heard from each

CHAPTER 480GAME RULE"I don't know why it all sounds too good to be true. It's like everything's coming easy and I feel uneasy. I can't help the way I feel," Jeremy sighed as he took a deep breath.He didn't like the way the emotions were rushing through him, and even though his father had given him everything he had to put his doubts to rest, he couldn't help the way he felt and why he still had doubts."Your problem is that you're a perfectionist, which is the main reason why you worry too much, Jeremy," Jeremy's father reminded him.He understood Jeremy's character and personality and the fact that he likes to be sure of something before he goes for it.This particular situation was about trust and Jeremy wanted to be sure he wasn't wasting his time. Although Jeremy didn't say anything, Nathaniel was able to decipher everything he was thinking."You know me, Father, and I'm sure you're the best person to understand how I must feel. Avery's been through a lot and after what's happe

CHAPTER 479NEW ALLYNathaniel's words instantly shook Jeremy as he felt his heart pounding incessantly, he was completely immobile as he pondered the right answer to give his father.In fact, it was as if his father had been waiting for this question, judging by the speed with which he was able to answer it, and the fact that he had someone in mind was still a mystery to Jeremy."I don't understand you father, are you saying you already have someone in mind or what? Does this person work for you?" Jeremy asked with every ounce of curiosity and surprise in his voice.His father had always been a cautious man and nothing seemed to get past him, nothing at all, only if he allowed it to.Jeremy wasn't going to agree to something he didn't understand, not until he knew what to expect, he wasn't going to take the chance."He doesn't work for me, but we have a unique relationship and I'm sure he would be happy to help you," Mr Nathaniel said to his son with a tone of determination. Mr Nath