Novels by Pen thinker

Jeremy stepped out of the crisp morning air and into the FBI's Thompson office. The receptionist, a stern-looking woman with a tight bun, greeted him with a nod. "Mr. Jeremy, Agent Thompson is expecting you."As Jeremy entered the agent's office, Thompson stood up from behind his desk, a hint of a smile on his face. "Mr. Jeremy, it's an honor to meet you. I've heard a lot about your... accomplishments in your country."Jeremy's expression remained neutral, but he acknowledged the agent's words with a slight nod. "Agent Thompson, thank you for seeing me. I'd appreciate it if we could get straight to the point about my uncle's case."Thompson's smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. "Of course, Mr. Jeremy. Please, have a seat."Jeremy sat down, his eyes locked on the agent.Thompson leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Our investigation has uncovered some... disturbing information about your uncle's past, Mr. Jeremy."Jeremy's expression didn't change, but his eyes

Jeremy paced back and forth, his eyes fixed on the clock on the wall. It had been 24 hours since he'd spoken to the FBI agent, and the wait was eating away at him. He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of his stomach.Avery, his wife, tried to coax him into eating something, but Jeremy just shook his head. "I'm not hungry," he said, his voice distracted.Avery placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Jeremy, you need to eat something. You've been going on coffee fumes for the past 24 hours."Jeremy forced a smile, but his eyes betrayed his worry. "I'll eat later, okay? Just...just let me wait for this call."Avery nodded understandingly and sat down beside him on the couch. Together, they waited in silence, the only sound the ticking of the clock.Jeremy's mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions. His uncle's anonymous letter had raised more questions than answers. What did his uncle know about his mom's death? Why had he waited so long to reach out?The q

Jeremy pondered for a few moments before responding. "Calling on Jefferson for assistance may not be the best course of action. He has a lot on his plate, and involving him in this unsettling matter doesn't seem wise." His gaze remained fixed on the anonymous letter.Avery, offered a solution. "I believe we should involve the FBI instead of Jefferson. They have specialized departments that could help us track down the sender of this anonymous letter." "Let me see if there's any useful thing about him on the internet," Jeremy, resolved to uncover more information, headed towards his laptop. Typing in his uncle's name, "Smith Wilsonville," he searched, desperately hoping for a useful detail or image to pop up on the screen. Alas, his efforts proved fruitless. The only results that surfaced bore little resemblance to his uncle, with no pictures matching the description given by his mother years ago. The search seemed to only increase the mystery surrounding Smith Wilsonville’s whereabou

"Who was at the door?" Jeremy asked, turning his attention to Avery as she stepped into the living room."A guy from the post office," Avery replied, her brow furrowed as she looked at the paper she was holding. "He gave me this letter addressed to you, and when I asked him who sent it, he said it was anonymous."Jeremy's confusion was evident as he received the letter, his eyes darting from Avery's face to the unassuming envelope. The anticipation of the unknown hung thick in the air, suffocating the room with tension."A letter from an anonymous source?" Jeremy echoed, his voice a tense whisper.Avery's brow furrowed in worry. "Babe, will we ever get the peace we deserve?" she asked, her voice shaking with fear. "This is disturbing. No one's supposed to know we're here, so why would someone send us a letter like this? I don't like it. I don't like it one bit."Jeremy held the letter between his fingers as if it were a poisonous snake and stared at it with a mixture of disgust and in

Mr. Smith's assistant entered his office, his footsteps quick and urgent. "Sir, they've arrived," he announced, a hint of apprehension coloring his voice.Mr. Smith gave a satisfied nod. "Did you give them the full treatment, as I requested?" he asked, his voice carrying the weight of his authority."Yes, sir," the assistant replied, a slight tremble in his tone. "Everything has been arranged, just as you specified."With a nod, Mr. Smith dismissed his assistant, his mind already turning to the next phase of his plan."Are you sure this is a good idea?" Mrs. Smith questioned, her voice tight with apprehension. "We're treating Jeremy and his family too well. It's bound to raise their suspicions about us."Mr. Smith gave a dismissive snort. "He's my nephew," he retorted, his voice edged with irritation. "Why shouldn't I treat him with respect?"Mrs. Smith's expression hardened. "That didn't stop you from letting your own sister die," she shot back. "What makes you think Jeremy will spar

Jeremy and his family arrived at Relagas Private Inn, only a few minutes away from their temporary lodgings. They were immediately greeted by a smiling gentleman who welcomed them with a warm, "Welcome Mr and Mrs Nathaniel!"Then, a little girl, who appeared to be about the same age as Mia, stepped forward and presented the couple with a beautiful bouquet of flowers."Wow, this is such a lovely welcome," Avery exclaimed, her voice warm with gratitude. "It's very unusual to receive such a friendly greeting from a business when it's not work-related."The smiling gentleman nodded in agreement, his voice polite and professional. "Ma'am, all of our international guests are welcomed like this. But your visit is especially important to us, as our CEO has prepared a special banquet for you and your family."Avery took the bouquet of flowers from the little girl, handing them over to Mia with a smile.As the family stepped through the grand entrance of Relagas Private Inn, they were greeted b

Damien left the banquet with a satisfactory smile on his face as he walked towards his car. But his thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his phone.He took it from his pocket, his brow furrowing as he saw Sophia's name on the display. With a puzzled expression he answered."Sophia?" Damien asked, the weariness in his voice obvious."Hello Damien," the voice on the other end of the line said, her tone polite and slightly nervous. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I can call back later if you're busy."Damien, though tired, forced a smile at the sound of her voice. "No, Sophia, it's fine. How have you been?" he inquired.Sophia's voice brightened noticeably. "I've been great, Damien. In fact, I have some wonderful news to share with you!" she exclaimed, her excitement infectious.Sophia's voice bubbled with excitement. "Damien, I have amazing news! After days of scouring every botanical source I could find and making few calls, I have finally found the two rare herbs you've

At that moment he atmosphere in the banquet hall was suffocating, the air heavy with the weight of impending retribution. Bradley's voice cut through the tension like a thunderclap, his words carrying an authority that left no room for argument.“Take them away,” Bradley commanded, his tone devoid of emotion.Without without wasting anymore time his men immediately began to move, their footsteps echoing in the silent room as they approached the trembling family members.However Damien stepped forward, his gaze icy as he addressed the room. “Your betrayal isn’t just an insult to my family’s legacy—it’s a crime. And crimes come with consequences.”At that moment Megan and her mother, Jolene, exchanged panicked glances, their earlier arrogance completely shattered. At that moment Megan clutched her mother’s arm, her face pale and desperate.“ Damien, please,” she stammered, her voice breaking. “We’re sorry! It was a mistake!”Jolene, once so proud and overbearing, now knelt on the

At that moment The tension in the room reached a boiling point as Damien stood unflinching against the taunts and threats hurled his way. His calm demeanor only seemed to heighten the unease that had begun to creep into the banquet hall. With one time call from Damien, the doors to the grand room burst open, and a group of bodyguards in sleek black suits filed in, their movements precise and intimidating.Immediately the air thickened as the suited men positioned themselves strategically around the room, cutting off any potential exits. The guests, once smug and condescending, now exchanged uneasy glances, their bravado replaced by a creeping sense of dread. Jefferson, however, attempted to maintain his composure. Rising from his seat, he barked, “Do you think you can intimidate me with hired thugs, Damien? You’re playing a dangerous game! I’ll have the law on you for this. You won’t get away with it!”Hearing what Jefferson just said.Damien didn't respond immediately. Instead, he

At that moment the tension in the banquet hall was already palpable, but it escalated when a young man, dressed in a tailored suit and exuding an air of smug arrogance, strode confidently into the room. His posture was self-assured, his chin held high as he surveyed the scene.Immediately the murmurs around the hall subsided as all eyes turned to him.“I’m from the Nathaniel family,” the young man announced, his voice ringing with authority. “More importantly, I’m related to Sophia’s father. This is my family’s jurisdiction, and I can resolve this... unpleasant matter.”At that moment his words carried a weight that made many of the guests relax slightly, as though his presence was the solution they desperately needed. Immediately Jefferson smirked, nodding approvingly, as though the young man’s arrival would tip the scales back in their favor.“You see, you should have thought twice before barging in here, Damien,” the young man said smugly, taking a step closer to Damien.“But I’m

Damien agreed to pay his relatives some visit, since they are hosting a party.The Grand Imperial Hotel shimmered under the glow of its grand chandeliers, the celebratory banquet was in full swing. The ballroom was a sea of polished faces and hushed whispers, all centered around the long, gilded table at the room's heart. At the head of the table sat Jefferson, the head of the family in absence of Damien's father, a man whose commanding presence was matched only by the sharp gleam in his eyes as he addressed his gathered relatives.“To maintain our control over the family company,” Jefferson began, his voice carrying a weight of authority, “we must solidify our alliances and ensure no one dares to challenge us. This company is our legacy now, and I won’t let anyone disrupt that—not even him.”At that moment a murmur of agreement rippled through the room, the family members nodding in unison. Among them was Megan, who immediately sat upright, a confident smirk gracing her face.She

Hearing what the gang leader just said.The debt collectors remained frozen, their minds racing to make sense of the situation. Just moments ago, they had been the aggressors, confident in their cause, but now they were reduced to trembling figures kneeling in submission. The imposing gang leader’s men stood nearby, their presence suffocating. The air was thick with dread, the collectors' earlier arrogance crushed under the weight of fear.At that moment One of Bradley’s men stepped forward, his tone respectful but laced with a quiet menace. “Master. Damien,” he said, inclining his head slightly, “do you wish for us to handle these fools? Say the word, and it will be done.”Upon hearing what the man just said, the collectors immediately broke out into a chorus of desperate pleas. “Please, sir! Have mercy!” one of them cried, their voice trembling. “We were just doing what we were told! We didn’t mean any harm!”Another added, “We didn’t know who you were! It’s all a misunderstanding—