Novels by blueylittle2

Goodbye, general Desmond Ice!Thirty soldiers lined up at both sides of Desmond as he made his way to the private jet. It has been three years already. Three years since he left the city for this place. Three years since he promised the Old man. For those three years, Desmond had gone through things. He'd become both fearless and strong. Weak couldn't be tagged near him.He boarded the plane bound for his home country. As he settled into his seat, his gaze lingered on the view outside the window, lost in thought. His mind replayed the events of the past five years, pondering on how drastically his life had changed. He remained lost in these thoughts until the plane touched down.When the plane landed, a convoy of cars were already waiting for him. He climbed into the car at the center of the fleet, and the others cars also followed.At the mansion gates, the stationed soldiers immediately opened them and bowed in respect as the convoy approached.During the ride, Desmond kept his eye

The next morning, Desmond woke up with a sore body. After returning to bed the second time, he had struggled to sleep again, leaving dark circles under his eyes.He headed to the bathroom, which was just as luxurious as the room itself, and took a quick shower. The old man had mentioned they would speak today, and Desmond didn’t want to be late. Afterward, he went to the wardrobe, already stocked with clothes tailored for him, and chose a black top and white trousers before heading out.As he descended the stairs, he saw the same people from the living room the previous day, now gathered around the dining table for breakfast. He hesitated, unsure whether to join them or not.“Desmond, you're awake! Come over!” Rebecca called out, waving him over.He sighed and, feeling a bit awkward, made his way to the table. The old man was seated there as well, so Desmond greeted everyone before quietly joining them for the meal. He was surprised by the silence that hung over the table—was it becau

“What?” Desmond gasped.He tapped his ears, unsure if he'd heard correctly.“You’re taking over from me. Everything I own is yours from now on,” the old man repeated, thinking Desmond hadn't understood.“I know, but... why are you saying this?” Desmond was still in shock, his breath unsteady.Perhaps he had misunderstood. His excitement started to fade, unsure if he'd heard right.The old man chuckled, reading Desmond's thoughts. "Don't worry, Desmond. I'm not joking. I'm completely serious. Sit down."Desmond, who had risen in surprise, quickly sank back into his chair, his heart racing.“You know, when I went to Biol Mountain, it was just for a vacation. I’m a military man. And now, all my military fortune will be yours.”“Military?” Desmond’s eyes widened. “So, those soldiers outside... and the photos... they’re because of your status?”The old man nodded.Desmond’s mind raced. The first shock hadn’t worn off, and now this... His head felt like it was going to explode!“You’re stil

After an hour-long drive, the car finally pulled to a stop outside an estate. Desmond, feeling confused, turned to the driver.“Why did you stop?” he asked, wondering if the car had run out of fuel or broken down.“We’re at the address. I can’t go any further, sorry,” the driver replied.“But–” Desmond glanced around, wanting to ask more questions but decided against it. He stepped out of the car.The estate was eerily quiet, the air thick with an unsettling stillness. Desmond could only admire the surroundings before remaining rooted to the spot.After standing there for a while, he began to walk towards the large green gate, but his steps faltered as security guards—or were they soldiers?—stood at the gate. Desmond blinked in confusion.He started to wonder if he had come to the wrong address. If this was the right place, why were soldiers guarding it?“Excuse me, is there a way to get inside?” he asked cautiously.The soldiers immediately turned their attention to him. Though calm,

Desmond eyes flashes on seeing the branch manager looking so calm and indifference.Didn't he hear what was happening here? Desmond chose to follow the reasoning that the branch manager didn't hear otherwise why was he so indifferent at such a situation.“Branch manager, that man Desmond, here's he.” She shouted at Desmond.The branch manager glanced at Desmond before speaking. “Hello, Mr. Desmond Ice,” he greeted, his tone indifferent.“Hello,” Desmond replied. “I received a call asking me to come here.”Despite his frustration, Desmond kept his tone calm.The branch manager nodded. “Yes, Mr. Ice, I did request your presence. It’s nothing major, just a matter concerning your outstanding debt balance.”“What?”“It’s regarding a loan.”“A loan balance? I don’t understand. I’ve never taken a loan from this bank.”He had already checked the sign outside and was certain he’d never had any dealings with this company.“You must be mistaken.”“No, Mr. Ice. Our records show you as one of our

Desmond was stunned and bewildered. He glanced at them again, becoming even more certain he'd never seen them before.But since they claimed to know him, what choice did he have? Maybe they were telling the truth.He remained silent, waiting to hear the man's response. Even though he waited, it didn’t mean he wasn’t ready to ran if something felt off.He already had enough on his plate; he couldn't afford to let this become another burden.“You are?” he repeated, seeing him silent.“You'll find out when you come with us,” the man replied, offering the same response. Desmond could tell from his attitude that he wasn't going to say anything more."How frustrating!" Desmond groaned in irritation.Since they insisted on keeping their lips sealed, he decided to do the same. He stood firmly, clearly indicating he wasn’t about to follow them anywhere.He’d rather stay put than go with them.What if they were kidnappers? They looked wealthy, but that didn’t ease his suspicion."Can I get your