Novels by Pen thinker

SCRUTINY Jefferson has been watching Chloe since they entered her ward, but she insisted on not knowing him, which was very surprising.How can you forget someone you've been with for over five years and you never hurt them or caused any trauma that would traumatize them, so how come she doesn't remember him."Hello boss, let me talk to you in private," Jefferson whispered to Jeremy. He walked out of her room and stood outside."What did you want to tell me that couldn't wait until we could get some decent information from your fiancée," Jeremy said uncomfortably. He was getting irritated with everything that was happening."You're not going to get anything from her because you're asking too many questions. Even if she knows something, she will want to keep it to herself because the format has already given her an insight into the problem on ground, but I have a suggestion," Jefferson told Jeremy.That actually made sense to him, maybe they were going about this the wrong way. He dec

THE TEST RESULTSIt was midday when Jeremy walked into the hospital, his heart racing with questions, wondering how the day would turn out.He hadn't slept all night, wondering if not telling Jefferson what the doctor had said was the best decision.It was hard for Jeremy to keep it inside, but he knew from experience that Jefferson was sentimental and such words about his fiancée would have made him angry, so it was better to keep it inside.He went to the station and found Jefferson and Chloe chatting. She seemed to be recovering well, although she claimed she didn't know who Jefferson was."Thank God you're here Jeremy, I was waiting for you before I went to the doctor," Jefferson said with a calm but firm voice. Jeremy realised how long Jefferson must have waited for him. He just nodded in acknowledgement of his words."Let's go Jefferson," Jeremy urged him, walking ahead of him and out of the room, his steps faster but with a weight that resonated with his personality.The moment

SUDDEN CHANGE The news the doctor dropped on Jeremy was like a thunderstorm in his ears, leaving him speechless and equally confused.If it was indeed self-inflicted, it meant that Chloe was still at the top of his list of suspects, making it all the more likely that she had been faking it at the airport."I don't know what to say, Doctor, but I'll have to see Miss Chloe myself and decide what to do next," Jeremy said, the thought still lingering in his mind.The anxiety he had dispelled earlier returned and his stomach instantly had an unsettling feeling, he felt sick at this point."I suggest you be careful Mr Jeremy, if she is indeed pretending as you suspected it would mean she is clearly aware of her situation and it would be bad if you did anything to tip her off," the doctor encouraged, his words were filled with encouragement and Jeremy knew it was best to listen to him.It was obviously difficult to pretend that nothing had happened, but it was a decision he had to make in o

DUBIETY Jeremy didn't understand what the statement meant, he tried to confront the man, but the call ended before he could even ask his question.Why would the man say that he's about to fall off a cliff when they're the ones who are going to fall off the cliff because they stole a project that doesn't belong to them and when Chloe wakes up from her coma, she's going to give them information that will bring them down.Jeremy ponders on the man's word. He found it very surprising and disturbing that the man would ask him such a question, when they're the ones in the wrong.He went upstairs, had his bath and ate his dinner before retiring for the night. Although he was still thinking deeply about what the man had said.The next morning, Jeremy was still lying down when his phone rang. He ignored it at first, but the phone rang again and he decided to answer it."Hello, who is this," Jeremy said immediately as he answered the call because the number wasn't one he was familiar with."He

UNKNOWN Chloe was still in hospital recovering, but the world thought she was dead.They did this to divert attention from her. Jeremy didn't know what to do next, as the person he thought was the culprit,but the attempt on her life had proven her innocent.Jefferson has been devastated since they took her to the hospital. He blames himself for everything that has happened to her. He has been on her side ever since.Jeremy felt guilty, like he was the cause of what happened to her. He didn't know how to console Jefferson, but the doctor assured them that she had passed the dangerous stage, so they had hope.Jeremy was still deep in thought when Agent Thompson approached him in the waiting room."Mr Jeremy, it is done. I've stationed my men to guard your room and others around the hospital to alert us in case of an emergency," Agent Thompson said as he took a seat next to Jeremy."How is he," Agent Thompson inquired of Jeremy about Jefferson's well-being."I don't think he's all right

CHLOE After Jefferson and Jeremy had come to an agreement, Jeremy quickly turned to Agent Thompson to give the order."Agent Thompson please get the airport police on board,they should secure all exits,no one is expected to board and all flights should be delayed," Jeremy instructed Agent Thompson,his voice heavy with expectation.According to him, he was finally getting clarity and he wanted to know what Jefferson's fiancée Chloe had to say and maybe she would be able to solve the puzzle of the investigation."That's not a problem," Agent Thompson replied and began to make phone calls, leaving Jeremy and Jefferson still standing at the scene."Please Jeremy, I don't want Chloe to be manhandled or anything, she's not a criminal or even a suspect, just someone we want to ask some questions," Jefferson reminded Jeremy. He wouldn't like it if they got there and the airport arrested Chloe like some criminal, he would clearly be offended by the whole thing."It's all right, I don't intend

The Brain, recognizing Serenity's subordinate, acknowledged her presence with a curt nod. The subordinate, realizing her mistake, quickly saluted the high-ranking officer. “I apologize, sir,” she stammered, her voice filled with a mix of respect and embarrassment. “I wasn't aware that Damien was here to deliver the herbs you requested.”The Brain's gaze lingered on the subordinate for a moment, his expression unreadable.“It is not your place to question Damien's actions,” he stated, his tone firm but not unkind. “Please leave us and refrain from meddling in his affairs. He is here on official business.”Immediately Serenity subordinate, chastised by the Brain's words, lowered her gaze and nodded.“Yes, sir. I understand.” With a final salute, she turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing through the hallway.As she retreated, the subordinate's mind raced with disappointment and self-doubt. “I can't believe I was so wrong about Damien,” she thought, her brow furrowed in frustr

At that moment London slammed his fist on the table, his anger boiling over. “That lucky bastard! He always manages to slip away, doesn't he? Every single time!” The words tumbled out of his mouth, laced with frustration and resentment.Winston held up his hands, trying to calm London down. “Easy there, London. That's not why we're here, remember?” He leaned forward, his voice low and serious. “We're here to figure out how we can join forces and take down our common enemy. You don't want Damien around, and neither do I. We need to work together, side by side, to make sure we bring him down.”London took a deep breath, trying to rein in his emotions. “You're right, Winston.” He paused for a moment, his brow furrowed in thought.“I've been thinking of something, but I'm not sure if it's going to work.”**Damien's phone rang, the shrill sound cutting through the air like a knife. As he glanced at the caller ID, his face contorted with a mixture of anger and intensity. His body tense

Not long after both London and Winston arrived The location, it was a restaurant.The tension hung thick in the air as London and Winston settled into their seats, their guarded expressions betraying the unease between them. Then they exchanged curt nods, a mere formality masking the reservations they harbored for one another.At that moment London leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. “Let's cut to the chase, Winston. We both know we're not here to exchange pleasantries.” His voice was low and direct, leaving no room for small talk.Winston's lips curled into a wry smile.“Agreed. Damien is the reason we're here, so let's not waste time pretending to be friends.”London nodded, his eyes narrowing. “I saw something at the restaurant the other day, between you and Damien. There's something going on there, isn't there?” He studied Whisting's face, searching for any flicker of reaction.Winston's jaw clenched, a subtle indication that London had struck a nerve. “You could s

At that moment London's heart raced as he faced Mr. Oliver, a mix of determination and unease in his eyes. He spoke in a low, earnest voice, careful not to let his words carry beyond the room.“Mr. Oliver, I need to tell you something, but it has to stay between us. It's about Sophia again.” London paused, gathering his thoughts. “She begged me not to say anything, but after what happened, I can't keep quiet. I'm worried that Damien might be plotting something again, and this time, he could succeed in trapping her.”At that moment Mr. Oliver leaned forward, his brow furrowed with concern. “What do you mean? What's going on?”London took a deep breath, his love for Sophia evident in every word. “I think Damien is up to something, but Sofia doesn't want anyone to know. She's afraid of what he might do. That's why I'm coming to you. I'm begging you, Mr. Oliver, please don't let Sofia find out about this conversation. Whatever you do to protect her, do it quietly. She can't know.”Hear

At that London told Oliver everything he saw and how he saw it.leaned forward, his eyes dark with intrigue. “Ever since then, I've been keeping a close watch. Something doesn't add up,” he muttered, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his chair.“That bastard—Damien—was able to get close to Sophia in such a manner. It’s got me thinking—how? How did he manage that? How long has he been worming his way into her life?”Oliver still, seated across from him, crossed her legs, his expression unreadable. But hos fingers, curled tightly around the stem of her glass, betrayed her growing irritation. “Are you saying Sophia is naive enough to fall for someone like him?” he asked, arching a brow.London scoffed. “Not naive, but maybe reckless. And if she isn’t careful, this could be disastrous. Just think about it. Sophia—the first daughter of the Nathaniel family—tangled up with a mere village doctor? A man with no family name, no social standing. What happens if word gets out? What i

However Oliver still told him it would be difficult to say anything to Sophi especially when it comes to her relationship.Immediately London's face darkened as he leaned forward, his fingers tapping against the edge of the polished table. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls. The tension was thick, almost suffocating, but Sophia’s father remained composed, his hands clasped together as if the weight of the conversation pressed against his spine.“You’re telling me,” London’s voice was laced with disbelief, "that you won’t even try to talk to her?" He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “You’re her father, damn it! What do you mean you know your boundaries? This is your daughter, not some stranger!”At that moment Sophia’s father sighed heavily, running a hand down his face. “London, I understand your frustration, but Sophia is an adult. She makes her own decisions, and I can’t dictate her life. I’ve done that enough in the past, and I refuse to do it again.”

Deborah, seated beside her, adjusted her glasses and turned to look. “Mayor Vincent? What’s he doing here?”As they stepped out of the vehicle, they immediately picked up on the hushed conversations from the small crowd near the entrance.“I still can’t believe it,” someone muttered. “The Mayor actually bowed to him!”“I’ve never seen him treat anyone with that level of respect before,” another said, his voice filled with disbelief.“Who is that man?” a woman asked, her curiosity evident.Hearing the whisper Dahlia slowed her pace, her interest piqued. She exchanged a glance with Deborah before casually adjusting the strap of her purse. “Did you hear that?” she asked, her tone calm but watchful.Deborah nodded, lowering her voice. “They’re saying Vincent personally greeted someone. Not just greeted—bowed respectfully.”Dahlia’s eyes widened slightly. Vincent Crane was not a man who bowed to anyone. He was one of the most influential figures in the city’s political sphere, known f

The morning light streamed through the grand windows of Celestial Manor, casting a soft glow over the polished floors. Raymond sat on the plush leather couch, sipping a cup of black coffee. His mind was sharp, his body energized from the cultivation he had practiced all night.Just then, his phone vibrated on the coffee table. He glanced at the screen—Malisa.He picked up.“Hello, Malisa.”At that moment Raymond’s phone buzzed again, and when he glanced at the screen, Malisa's name flashed across it.He answered, his tone indifferent. “Hello Malisa, What is it?”On the other end, Malisa let out a soft chuckle. “That’s not how you greet someone who’s inviting you to dinner.”Raymond raised an eyebrow slightly. “You’re inviting me to dinner?”“Mhm.” Her voice was casual, but there was something playful beneath the surface. “Don’t look so surprised. I didn’t get the chance to properly thank you for saving my grandfather yesterday.”Raymond leaned back, resting one arm on the couch. “

Raymond stepped into the car without a word, his presence commanding without effort. Sophia shut the door and quickly took her place behind the wheel, merging smoothly onto the road.As they drove, Sophia’s tone was measured. “Sir, I’ve arranged for you to stay at Celestial Manor.”Hearing the word, Raymond arched his brow slightly. Celestial Manor.He had heard of it.Not just anyone could live there. Money alone wasn’t enough— power is needed, status, and influence. Even some of the city’s wealthiest figures had been denied when they tried to purchase some property in the Estate.At that moment the car smoothly glided through the elite district, past extravagant mansions that paled in comparison to what lay ahead. As they neared Celestial Manor, whispers began to rise among the residents.“Who owns that car?” one man murmured, stepping off his porch to get a better look.“I’ve never seen that vehicle before,” his wife whispered, eyes wide with curiosity.“Wait—are they heading to

Later that evening, Dahlia sat in her office, the dim glow of the city skyline reflecting off the floor-to-ceiling windows. The office was quiet except for the rhythmic tapping of her pen against the polished wooden desk.She was lost in thought, reviewing financial projections that didn’t look promising when her phone buzzed beside her. She glanced at the screen.Caleb.She hesitated. The last time she had seen Caleb, he had been humiliated; his family was kicked out of the city's largest business association by Mr.Drake. It had been a public affair.Her finger hovered over the screen before she finally swiped to answer.“Caleb.”“Dahlia,” his voice came smooth and confident, as if the recent disaster had never occurred. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.”At that moment Dahlia leaned back in her chair, tapping the pen against her fingers. How is he still acting so composed?“That depends,” she said coolly. “Is everything alright? Why are you calling?”Caleb let ou

Immediately the leader stammered, his words tumbling out in a rush. “I-it was Caleb! He wanted revenge for what you did to him! so he paid us to teach you a bitter lesson.” Upon hearing It was Caleb, Raymond's eyes narrowed, a cold fury burning within them. He tightened his grip on the thug's collar, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “Listen carefully. You're going to deliver a message to Caleb for me. If he ever dares to come after me again, it won't be just your legs that get broken. Next time, he'll be the one in pieces. Understood?” Immediately he nodded his head. “Yes...understand” Then Raymond let go of him and walked away.At the same time, Caleb paced back and forth in the meeting point, his heart pounding with anticipation. He eagerly awaited the news of Raymond's demise, a triumphant grin playing on his lips. However, his excitement was short-lived as the door burst open, revealing his battered and bruised thugs, limping and groaning in pain. At tha

The old man’s face lit up. “Ah, Mr. Raymond, you’re in luck. I am the president of the city’s medical association. In a few days, we’re hosting a grand medical conference. It’s the biggest event of the year—experts from all over the world will be there, presenting groundbreaking research, showcasing rare herbs, and even electing the new state presidents for the medical associations. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”Raymond’s eyes widened, a flicker of excitement breaking through his usual calm demeanor. “Rare herbs? From all over the world?”“Exactly,” the old man said with a smile. “And as a token of my gratitude, I’d like to give you this.” He pulled out a sleek, black VIP card embossed with gold lettering. “This is one of only ten in the entire country. It grants you access to every exhibit, every presentation, and every exclusive event at the conference. If the herbs you’re looking for exist, you’ll find them there.”Raymond took the card, his fingers brushing over the intr