Novels by June girl

The dim light of the early morning filtered through the broken windows of Edgar’s mansion. Joe stood in the center of the abandoned estate, the weight of the situation settling heavily on his shoulders. Joe’s heart pounded in his chest as he made his way through the mansion’s dark hallways. Edgar had told him the document was hidden in a secure room—a secret vault that only Edgar knew how to access. It was a good thing, Edgar had directed him on how to go about it. As he walked through the old mansion, his eyes landed on old portraits of Mitford family. They looked so happy, huddled together and Joe couldn’t believe that the Sanchez gang had whipped out all of them—The three brothers and their parents. Joe wondered how Edgar could have felt striving through the walls of their mansion all alone. It must have been sad moment for him. Joe snapped off out of his thoughts as he stopped in front of a wooden door at the end of a long corridor. The lock was old and rusty, but the mech

“Speak to me!” Joe demanded as he watched Timothy crumble. Tears were still falling down his face, and Joe felt his heart ache as he started at his friend. He moved closer wrapping his hands around Timothy. Timothy’s pale face moved in Joe’s direction, and during that moment he managed to wipe off his tears. He swallowed hard before speaking, his voice was low and filled with sorrow. “Joe… you don’t know everything, do you?” Joe’s brow furrowed in confusion, his mind racing to make sense of the words, but it was hard to focus, hard to understand. “What are you talking about? What happened to them? To Mr. Adam? He was—he was looking for me, right? He was out there searching for me after I—after they said I was dead.” Timothy nodded slowly, the sadness in his eyes deepening. “Mr. Adam never stopped looking for you. He never believed that you were dead. The moment he heard about the accident, he knew something wasn’t right. He started investigating, digging into the people around hi

The morning sun streamed through the windows of Joe's office. Joe sat behind his desk, scanning the itinerary for an upcoming business trip. Mr. Adam stood across from him, arms crossed, with a look of concern etched across his face. “It’s just a two-day trip,” Joe said, his tone exasperated as he looked up at Mr. Adam. “I don’t need a bodyguard or a driver. I can handle this on my own.” Mr. Adam shook his head firmly. “Joe, this isn’t up for debate. After everything that’s happened, I’m not letting you go without some form of protection. This isn’t about distrust; it’s about being cautious.” Dexter, who had been leaning against the doorway listening quietly, chimed in. “Adam’s right, Joe. You’ve made a lot of enemies over the years, and you know that. It’s not about being paranoid; it’s about being prepared.” Joe sighed, leaning back in his chair. He pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated. “Dexter, it’s a quick trip to a neighboring town. I’m not flying to anothe

With John behind bars and the chaos finally settling, Joe began to lean on Dexter more. The man who had once been a stranger was now an ally, and slowly, Joe found himself trusting him. One day, as they sat in Joe’s office after a meeting, Joe asked, “Dexter, have you thought about what you’d like to do.” “You know workwise, I mean?” Joe added. Dexter looked thoughtful for a moment before replying, “If I could choose, I’d want to work with Mr. Adam. He seems like someone I could learn from, and... I’d like to be part of keeping you safe.” Joe smiled. “I’ll talk to him. I think he’d be glad to have you on board.” True to his word, Joe brought it up with Mr. Adam the next day. “Mr. Adam,” Joe said, stopping him in the hallway. “Dexter wants to work with you and your security team. What do you think?” Mr. Adam considered it briefly. “I think it’s a good idea. I’ll assign him to my team and keep him close. He’s earned our trust.” As days passed, Dexter took to his new rol

The morning was crisp and quiet, a deceptive calm before what Joe knew would be a chaotic day. He knew what was coming next and braced himself for it. Joe went about his day acting like everything was alright. “Good morning John!” He said with a smile which John returned. “Someone looks happy today.” John said. “What’s happening?” “Victory.” Joe said with a smile. “Victory at last.” John looked at joe with a confused look on his face. “What do you mean by victory?” John asked. Joe was hesitant before he responded, he picked up his glass of champagne walking out of the kitchen with an even wider smile. “You will see.” He finally said before leaving the Kitchen. Hours later, Joe stood outside his home, watching as police cars rolled up the driveway. Chief Ken stepped out, with a stern expression on his face. “Are you ready?” Chief Ken asked, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. Joe nodded, his jaw tight. “Let’s get this over with.” Inside the house, John

“It’s John He’s working with Ken Sanchez.”Joe said staring straight into Lady Penelope’s eyes. Lady Penelope’s eyes narrowed. “Ken Sanchez? The gang leader?” “Yes,” Joe replied, running a hand through his hair. “I met with that guy that told me he has answers, his name is Dexter Harrison. He used to be part of the Sanchez gang. He showed me evidence—pictures, recordings—proving that John struck a deal with Ken. He’s been working to take me down.” Lady Penelope leaned back, her face darkening. “Well, that explains why he has been acting weird recently” she said quietly. Joe shook his head, the betrayal still raw. “I trusted him, lady Penelope. I treated him like family. And now... now I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know if I can trust this Dexter guy. What if he’s playing me too?” Lady Penelope reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. “You’re right to be cautious. Don’t trust Dexter fully, but use him. If he’s telling the truth, he’s your best chance at getting

The store was half-empty as Gavin and Harrison walked in, each grabbing a cart. The weekend had finally arrived, and their highly anticipated house party was just a day away. Gavin looked around the aisles, mentally ticking off items from the list they'd made. "So," Harrison began, grabbing a bag of chips and tossing it into the cart. "How’s the invitation going? Did you send it out yet?" Gavin smirked as he picked up a case of soda. "I just posted it in the group chat before we got here. Should be buzzing by now." Harrison grinned. "Nice. This is going to be legendary. Everyone will remember this party. Especially after we make sure it’s fully stocked." They continued down the aisles, throwing snacks, candy, and drinks into the cart. Then Harrison paused near the alcohol section, eyeing the shelves with interest. “We need to get some booze,” Harrison declared confidently, pointing at the rows of beer and vodka. “A lot of it.” Gavin shook his head immediately. “No w

Gavin watched as Ethan stood over a chubby boy, gripping a mop handle like a weapon. The boy was cowering in the corner, arms raised to protect himself. Ethan swung the mop handle, striking the boy's arm. “How many times have I told you to wait for me after school?” Ethan growled, his voice hoarse and filled with anger. The boy whimpered, “I—I thought you weren’t going to train today because of detention!” Ethan didn’t respond. Instead, he raised the mop handle again, and Gavin could see the rage in his eyes. Before Ethan could land another blow, an idea struck Gavin. He quietly took out his phone and began recording.Gavin stopped recording, satisfied with what he had, and stepped forward. “Ethan, that’s enough.” Ethan turned sharply at the sound of Gavin’s voice. When he saw who it was, he let out a laugh. “Well, well, if it isn’t the cafeteria hero. What are you doing here, Smith?” Gavin stayed calm. “I’m here to stop you. Let the kid go.” Ethan grinned, adjusting hi

Gavin wiped the dripping milk from his eyes, his hand shaking as he stared at Ethan. The smug smirk on Ethan’s face made Gavin’s blood boil.“Pig! Pig! Pig!” Ethan began to chant, his voice loud and mocking. The rest of the cafeteria quickly joined in, their taunts echoing off the walls. “Pig! Pig! Pig!” Gavin’s chest tightened. He took a step forward, and the crowd grew quieter, sensing something was about to happen. In the heat of the moment, Gavin raised his hand and slapped Ethan across the face. The sound cut through the room like a whip, silencing everyone. Ethan stumbled back, holding his cheek. His shock quickly morphed into fury. “You’re gonna regret that,” he spat. Before Ethan could react further, Gavin delivered a punch to his nose, sending him reeling backward. The system’s voice echoed in Gavin’s mind. [Revenge System: Combat Mode Activated.][Guidance Uploaded… Execute Sequence Three.]Guided by the system, Gavin followed up with a third blow, catching Et

Gavin’s morning began with anger brewing in his chest as he pulled into the school parking lot, his sleek bike catching the attention of a few students who turned to look at him. He didn’t care about their stares. His focus zeroed in on Austin, standing by the school steps, his face was bruised and swollen from yesterday’s attack . To Gavin’s surprise, Austin avoided making eye contact and didn’t utter a single word as Gavin approached. Instead of his usual taunts or smug attitude, Austin simply walked away, blending into the crowd. Gavin attention shifted from Austin when he spotted Angela walking down the hallway.“Angela!” Gavin called out, catching up to her in the bustling hallway. She turned, her smile fading into a frown. “What do you want, Gavin?” “Why did you post that video of me?” Gavin demanded, in an angered tone. Angela’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she let out a laugh. “I did what I felt like doing, Gavin. Don’t question me.” “Take it down,” he said firml

Gavin parked his bike in the shadows of a quiet alley. The sound of the engine faded, leaving him alone with his thoughts. The adrenaline from his escape earlier still coursed through his veins. He ran a hand through his hair, looking around for a place to settle for the night. The nearest hotel was still pretty far. Gavin was about to get on his bike when he heard the familiar, mechanical voice in his head. [Second quest loading...][1...2...3...4...5...6...][Second quest successfully loaded.][Second quest activation complete.] [Revenge system: Defeat all opponents and save the general as your second quest.] Gavin frowned, his brows furrowing in confusion. "What does that even mean?" he muttered under his breath. His eyes scanned the alley, expecting something—or someone—to appear. But the space was as empty as before. "Is this about going back home?" he asked aloud. "Am I supposed to fight Mr. Smith, Austin, and the guards?" The system didn’t respond, leaving Gavin wi

Mr. Smith grabbed Gavin by the collar when got closer. “Don’t ever talk to me in that manner!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the living room. Gavin stared back at him, his jaw tight but his lips sealed. He knew there was no reasoning with Mr. Smith when he was like this. Mr. Smith tightened his grip, shaking Gavin slightly. “I’ll ask you one last time. Where have you been?” Before Gavin could respond, Austin entered the room with his trademark smirk. “Dad, I’m sure Gavin was out there stealing again,” he said, his tone smug. “Did you know he took money from the school fundraiser and then returned twice as much after Principal Moore threatened to kick him out?” “What?” Mrs. Smith appeared in the doorway. “What’s going on?” Austin gestured toward the driveway. “Mom, have you seen the bike parked outside? That’s Gavin’s. And if you ask him I’m sure he won’t say where he got the money to buy it.” Mrs. Smith’s eyes narrowed as she turned to Gavin. “Is that true? Is