Novels by Just_For_Fun

The sharp click of heels echoed through the hospital corridor, each step slow, deliberate, and filled with authority. The air shifted, thickening with an invisible weight, as if the temperature had dropped a few degrees. It wasn’t just the sound of footsteps—it was the sound of someone who owned the ground they walked on.Arnold and Rex's attention shifted instinctively toward the source.A woman strode toward them, her presence swallowing the hallway whole. She didn’t rush, nor did she hesitate—she moved with the controlled grace of a predator, exuding a confidence that made even the air around her still.She was tall, her sharp features framed by the sleek ponytail that flowed down her back like dark silk. The black-tailored suit hugged her figure perfectly, its crisp lines emphasizing her poised yet commanding posture. Her cold, piercing eyes flicked over the area, scanning, calculating, and assessing as if she had already figured out everything before even stepping in.There was n

Arnold paced back and forth in the waiting lounge, the cold hospital air biting at him. The red light above the operation theater glowed ominously, each passing second stretching his nerves tighter. The muffled sounds of hurried footsteps and faint voices from the staff beyond those doors only added to the unbearable tension.'Come on, Grandpa. You’re tougher than anyone I know. Don’t give up on me now.' He prayed that his grandpa would try his best to win another battle.He clenched his fists at his sides, his nails biting into his palms. His whole body was tense, fueled by helplessness and anger, and he focused on figuring out the culprit responsible for this event from his recent knowledge about Williams. Every passing second felt like an eternity. He clenched his fists, trying to wash away the exhaustion creeping over him from the blood transfusion. He couldn’t afford to collapse now—not when so much still needed to be done. He shook his head, trying to focus. The sound of hurr

The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and white as Arnold sped through the streets, the roar of his engine cutting through the quiet of the night. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter with every second, his knuckles white. The words from Rex’s panicked call echoed in his head, louder than the hum of the tires on the concrete road.“It’s Mr. William… He’s been in an accident.”A cold weight pressed on Arnold’s chest, making it harder to breathe. He couldn’t imagine the image of his formidable grandfather—always so composed, so unshakable—with the idea of him lying helpless in a hospital bed. The thought of happening something bad was making his heart throb like a drum. Pulling up to StarLife Hospital, Arnold jumped out of the car, his heart hammering as he pushed through the revolving doors. The sterile smell of antiseptic and the low murmur of voices filled the air, but he had no time to process it. His eyes searched for a familiar face, and within seconds, he spotted

As the tension in the air thickened, Arnold found himself surrounded by Ethan’s bodyguards. They loomed over him like a pack of wolves, fists clenched, eyes hungry for violence. Ethan’s sneer was sharp, his smugness practically oozing as he stood there, ready to watch his hired dogs harassing Arnold to show off his power.Arnold stood his ground, his hands at his sides, unfazed by the threat. His heart pounded, but his face remained calm, and controlled. ‘Is this really how he wants to play it? Pathetic.’ He glanced around the courthouse steps. He could call for backup, but that would be playing into Ethan’s game. The guy lived for this drama. Arnold didn’t.“Still think you’ve got the upper hand?” Ethan’s voice dripped with arrogance, his eyes flashing with triumph. “You don’t. You never did, Arnold. I can finish you off even if you are damn hell.”Arnold raised an eyebrow, his voice cold. “The upper hand? Over what? You, your debt, and your miserable attempt at showing off? And abou

As the doors to the conference room swung open, Arnold was met with a wave of enthusiastic applause. The sound echoed in the grand room, filled with polished wood and towering windows that offered a panoramic view of the city. His heart pounded in his chest, but he forced himself to keep his posture steady. ‘Is this really happening?’ he asked himself, trying to grasp the gravity of the moment.At the head of the long table, his grandfather, Aron William, sat in the main chair. His presence commanded respect, even more so with the way the board members looked at him—admiration and reverence in their eyes. The lawyer stood quietly to the side, his expression neutral but attentive.Aron raised a hand, silencing the applause. He began to speak, his voice deep and measured. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been running this company since I was eighteen years old.” His eyes scanned the room, ensuring that every person’s attention was locked on him. “Sixty years,” he paused for a moment to catc

Arnold leaned back in his seat, a sly smile playing on his lips as he glanced at Rex, who looked at him back without questioning anything. The hum of the car’s engine was low, almost a whisper compared to the storm of thoughts brewing in his mind. ‘Time to give Ethan Black a taste of his own medicine,’ Arnold thought as he dialed the claims adjuster.The phone rang twice before a crisp, professional voice greeted him, “Good morning, Mr. William. How can I assist you today?”Arnold’s voice was smooth, but there was an edge of amusement in it. “I believe you can. I need to discuss a certain claim—against Ethan Black.”The adjuster paused, likely taken aback by the mention of such a high-profile name. “Before we proceed, Mr. William, I need to verify your identity for security purposes. Can you confirm your full name and the vehicle involved?”Arnold rolled his eyes slightly but complied. “Arnold William. Vehicle registration number… BXL111.” He delivered the information casually, almost