Novels by Wheezpen

Dear Readers, Thank you for being part of this incredible journey. Your support, excitement, and passion have made every chapter worthwhile. I really love your commitment. But this is not the end—far from it. Get ready for my next book, "The Crippled Husband Fights Back!" A man cast aside, left

Two weeks after Mr. Gabes death. With Mr. Gabes gone, the balance of power shifted. The Nearl Nation, once an influential force, became the most dominant power in the country. Every major nation and organization acknowledged Bryan’s leadership, either out of fear or respect. Governments worked clo

Bryan’s eyes widened. “What?! Really?” Yvonne nodded, her expression unreadable. “Yeah. Two weeks.” Bryan took a deep breath, trying to process. “You telling me that means…” Yvonne finished the sentence for him, her voice steady. “That you’re the father.” Bryan gulped, struggling for words.

Ava was surprised and just gazed at them. Vivienne put on a weak smile and softly said, "Ava…" Ava nodded, her expression unreadable. “Vivienne. Sir. How can I help you?”. Mr. Thonks gulped and hesitated before explaining, "We just left Mr. Gabes’ place. We went to ask for our money, but he sent

In front of the Nearl Nation headquarters, the atmosphere was electric. Investors, staff, newly hired employees, and even hopeful applicants crowded the area. The company’s reputation had skyrocketed, and news of its high salaries had spread like wildfire, drawing thousands eager to secure a positio

Mr. Gabes stormed into the Blue House, He barely acknowledged the armed guards stationed at every corner, his mind consumed by a single thought—getting his money back. As he approached the president’s wing, a familiar figure stepped into his path—Mr. smith , the president’s secretary. Tall, compos

Sandra and Clara had the audacity to immediately double crossed Stiles and Victoria. "you think you can assault me and just go. haha.... foolish man, I will teach you a lesson today", sandra shouted, then instantly called for the security. "gauurrrds!". Stiles was immediately surrounded by four men, each gripping a baton with heavy intent. Sandra screamed, “Where were you when this unknown piece of shit entered? Beat him to a pulp now!”. The guards grinned, cracking their knuckles. Victoria’s breath hitched as she gripped Stiles' arm tightly. The first guard lunged forward. Stiles moved like lightning—his palm striking the man's throat in a swift snap. A disturbing crack followed, and the man stumbled back, clutching his neck, wheezing violently as he dropped to his knees, coughing so hard it echoed through the lobby. The second tried to be smarter, approaching from the side with a low swing, but Stiles ducked, twisted, and delivered a brutal kick straight to the man’s ankle.

Meanwhile, back at the hospital, the doors burst open. Stiles stormed in. One of the soldiers spotted him instantly and rushed over. “Sir! Sir—”. “Where is my wife?” Stiles snapped. The soldier froze, words catching in his throat. “She... she just left, sir.” “In her condition?!” Stiles growled, grabbing the man by the collar. “She shouldn’t be moving around, let alone leaving the damn hospital!” “I-I tried to stop her!” the soldier stammered. “She insisted... sir, she was determined. I didn’t dare stop her—she said it was urgent!” Stiles clenched his jaw, releasing him with a shove. “Where did she go?” “We’ve already informed headquarters. They're tracking her now.” “Good. Tell them to send me her location. Right now.” “Y-yes, sir!” the soldier scrambled to call it in as Stiles turned and stormed out. --- At the Elliot mansion... Victoria ignored Clara and Sandra’s taunts, her lips trembling but her eyes burning with purpose. “I’m not here for you,” she sai

Victoria started to get up. She threw the covers off and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. The doctor watched her fumbling through the cabinet beside her bed, searching for her dress. “Ma’am!” she gasped, rushing over. “What are you doing?! You can’t leave—” “I’m going to get the drug,” Victoria said firmly, slipping one arm into her dress. “I don’t have time to lie here and wait.” “But you’re still injured! You’re not cleared—” Victoria cut her off with a sharp glance. “If I don’t go, Amelia loses her limbs forever. Do you understand that?” She shoved past the doctor, half-dressed,. Her steps were slow, limping, and painful—but they were hers. She reached the hospital entrance, only to be stopped by a soldier stationed at the door. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but you’re not permitted to leave yet—” Victoria raised a hand. “Don’t worry about me. Leave me alone.” “But, let me escort you...". “Who are you, and what make you think you can stop me” she said coldly, and the steel

Victoria jolted awake, A sharp beep echoed in her ears—the heart monitor. The room spun, sterile white walls and soft fluorescent lights above her. She was hooked to several IVs, her hand trembling as she tried to yank them out. "Amelia!" she screamed, her voice hoarse. "Amelia, where is she?!". The door burst open. Two doctors and a nurse rushed in, urgency in their steps. "Ma’am, please!" one doctor said, gently pushing her back onto the bed. "You need to lie down. You’re still not stable." "I don’t need rest!" she cried, trying to push past the weakness weighing down her limbs. "Where is my daughter?! Tell me where Amelia is!" "She’s safe," the second doctor said quickly. "She’s doing good at the moment. She’s in our pediatric wing under tight protection. You’re the one in critical need of care. You’ve got three fractured ribs, a broken arm, internal bleeding… You’ve been through hell. You need to rest." Victoria’s body trembled, and she tried again to get up—but this ti

Inside…Mr. Howard stepped closer, eyes burning with menace. "Who the hell do you think you are? Barging into a place, filled with big men and my son, and you beat him senseless?!" Stiles didn’t flinch. He stepped forward, his gaze cold."Who the hell do you think you are, letting your scum of a son captivate my wife?.That bastard locked her up, tortured her, and paraded her here like a damn trophy."His jaw clenched."I should’ve killed him. And guess what? I still might."Mr. Howard’s smile dropped. His brows furrowed, and his lips tightened. That was enough for him."Then you are not leaving here alive," he said, voice deathly calm. "Men—leave us. This room's about to get messy."The men hesitated. One even stammered, "we would like to watch how he suffer"."OUT!" Mr. Howard roared.They all scrambled like rats and started getting out. one of them said."He's dead for sure… someone take a picture of his corpse when it's done."Only Copper remained, a bloody grin stretching acros

Copper's eyes lit up with relief as his father stepped through the shattered doorway. His lips curled into a cruel grin, his pain momentarily forgotten. "You're doomed now," he sneered, blood dripping from his leg. Victoria clenched her fists, eyes squeezed shut. "Oh, God… Mr. Howard is here." She turned to Stiles, "Stiles, listen to me. Mr. Howard isn't just this country’s assemblyman—he runs a cartel. He owns a powerful cabal in this state. If you kill Copper, he will hunt us until the end of time. Please… just leave. Leave everything to me." Stiles didn’t move. His gaze was locked onto the man now kneeling beside Copper. Victoria had accepted her fate. Firstly, she was dying, also, she really mess with the officials eye, even if she escaped, she would be hunt down until they kill her. this is a lawless country, the powerful, and the wealthy Rules. "Who the fuck did this to you, my son?!" Mr. Howard held his son. Copper pointed a trembling, bloodied finger at Stiles