Novels by dtwrite712

"Allow me to assist you with your business here today Mr...""Derek." Derek took in a deep breath as he followed after the bank manager. Robert welcomed Derek inside the vip and showed him the couch to sit."What exactly do you want sir?" The manager asked."I want to know the exact amount in my card." Derek raised his brows. The manager then smiled and said, "But sir we would need to verify that you own the account." Derek smiled. He remembered old wacko had made sure everything was in place. "Sure."The bank manager gaze swept Derek's body and he found it hard to believe that Derek could own a gold vip card.Robert was in charge of all the vip in the bank, and never has he met Derek before.Robert ope ed the safe and bright out the fingerprint identification device then turned to Derek, "Place your hand here." Immediately Derek did, it turned green. The details flashed on the verification screen. Balance, $200,000,000,000Robert almost choked trying to count the number of zeros

Derek stepped into the grand entrance of the bank, he stood tall as he accessed the people in the bank. He was used to the stares, the sneers from people who judged him before they knew anything about him. Today was no different.He walked toward the counter where a wealthy woman, decked out in layers of gold and diamonds, turned to look at him. Her face twisted with an emotion he was familiar with, disdain. "What is this?" she scoffed, her voice loud enough to echo across the lobby. "Security, why is this homeless man allowed in here?" Her words dripped with venom, and she made no effort to lower her voice. Derek could feel the weight of her judgment, but he kept walking.A security guard appeared beside him, he was there to escort Derek out. "Sir," the guard said, his tone measured, "I’m going to have to ask you to leave.""I’m not here to cause trouble," Severin replied calmly. "I’m here to withdraw some money."The woman, hearing this, let out a shrill laugh. "Money? You? Don’t m

Derek rolled his eyes at her. Her worries were understandable, seeing as the patient, Henry, was family to her. However, since her grandfather looked better than before and it was all thanks to his abilities, the least she could do was show her gratitude and let it end there instead of doubting him.“What did you give him?” Laura demanded, her voice rose after each word, “What kind of pill was that?”Derek glanced at her, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes but he forced his face to remain calm.“The pill doesn’t matter,” he said, his voice firm. “What matters is that your grandfather is alive.”Laura took a step forward and tilted her chin in defiance,“Are you even a doctor? What gives you the right to—”“To what?” Derek interrupted, his anger got away from him,“To save his life? Would you rather I had stood back and waited for an ambulance? By the time they arrived, he would have been dead.” He crossed his arms, staring her down. “But I guess you’d prefer a man in a white coat to hand

"Where are you going?" Derek had his eyes raise from where he was standing. He stared at his father whose eyes seemed guilty as though he was caught. "I'm going to work Derek." Maurice responded to his son. "But I've told you that there is no need to work anymore. I have enough money now to care for you both." Derek's heart saddened at every glance at his father. He neared his father and grabbed his work bag from him. "There is no need for this." He said to him.Judith rushed out from the kitchen upon hearing their voices. She watched as Derek threw his father's bag to a corner."From today, both of you will cease to work." Judith she ghed as she walked to her husband, "Derek who is this person that you claimed to have given you enough money?" She asked as her eyes squinted in concern."It's a friend I met in prison. You both don't have to worry anymore." "Derek, don't be mad. We are used to taking care of ourselves. It's been five years, staying at home and doing nothing feels

Derek stood in the kitchen, leaning against the worn counter as he watched his mother stir a pot of stew. The warmth of the small stove filled the room, but it couldn’t melt the heaviness in his chest. The years apart had been brutal for his parents.As Judith turned to give him a taste of what she was preparing, Derek feigned a smile as he stared at the lines on his mother's face. They were deeper, her hands more frail, and her movements slower.“I’m just so happy you’re back, Derek." Judith said softly, her voice thick with emotion. She glanced over her shoulder with a smile that reached her tired eyes. “I’m going to cook you something special. You’ve been away too long. You must be starving.”Derek smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. He watched her hands tremble slightly as she chopped vegetables for the stew. His heart ached, knowing how much his parents had sacrificed during his imprisonment. “You don’t have to do that, Mum."Judith paused, her shoulders slumping for a m

Derek stood at the entrance. It was dark and the snowflakes fell on him.The coldness of the weather couldn't freeze the tears that trickled down his cheeks as he watched his mother pacing in the cold, with shoes that wasn't strong enough to keep her feet warm.She had no socks, neither was her coat thick enough to keep her warm. Derek lowered his head, panting heavily as he struggled to stop the tears that were flowing like a cascade.Judith stopped to look at the gate again. On seeing Derek, she heaved a sigh of relief.Her lips widened as a smile appeared on her face. For a moment, she was scared that they were going to take her son again. "Derek, come inside." She called out but Derek didn't move an inch.She walked to him and grabbed his hand leading him inside the house."Derek!" she exclaimed, her voice shaking. "Did they hurt you? What happened? I was so afraid!"Severin forced a smile, though the fury still churned in his chest. “No, Mama, I’m fine. They didn’t hurt me.” He