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

Harrison’s heart pounded as Mr. Smith’s cold gaze settled on him. “Step away from Gavin, boy” Mr. Smith ordered, in a low tone. Harrison hesitated for a brief second, his fists clenching at his sides. He wanted to fight, to stand his ground, but he knew he couldn’t fight Mr. Smith or Austin. He made a mental note to remind Gavin to teach him more of his advanced fighting skills when they got out. That’s if they would end up leaving here. “Don’t make me lose my temper!” Mr. Smith’s voice picked up. He was staring at Harrison who hadn’t obeyed his words. Reluctantly, Harrison took a step back. Mr. Smith smirked. “Good boy. Now, Austin—escort him out.” Austin grabbed Harrison roughly by the arm, already dragging him toward the door. “No! Please, just spare him!” Harrison pleaded, struggling against Austin’s grip. “You don’t have to do this! If you need to hurt someone, hurt me instead!” Mr. Smith chuckled darkly. “Oh, I could hurt you, but I won’t. You see, you’re not the

Gavin lifted his gaze, staring back at the window where he had just seen Harrison whose eyes were wide with concern.Harrison flashed him a thumbs up then he began to mouth out words. Gavin tried his best to understand what he was saying but he couldn’t.Suddenly, Gavin heard the sound of the door and he snapped his face in its direction. His eyes landed on Mr smith. ‘What did he want again?’ Gavin thought to himself. The moment that thought settled he turned to the window. He was relieved when he noticed there was no sign of Harrison. The last thing he wanted was for Harrison to get caught. He was his ticket to getting out of there.The sound of the door opening again caught Gavin’s eyes and his eyes landed on Austin, who was, grinning like a predator ready to sink its teeth into wounded prey.Gavin clenched his jaw, just the sight of Austin disgusted him.“I told you my plan would work,” Mr. Smith said smugly, clasping a hand on Austin’s shoulder. Austin smirked. “I never dou

Gavin’s heart pounded in his chest as the heavy creak of the door echoed through the room. His wrists ached from the coarse rope around his skin.He barely had time to brace himself before a figure stepped through the doorway. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the man walking in.It was Mr. Smith. Gavin couldn’t believe his eyes. It was like he was stuck in a dream or this case a nightmare.Did Mr. Smith come to save him or did he bring him here?As that question settled in Gavin’s mind he noticed a slow, smug grin spread across Mr. Smith’s face as moved closer to him. “Gavin,” Mr. Smith drawled. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Gavin furrowed his brows. His mind raced with questions, but he knew better than to show fear. “What are doing here?” he demanded, his voice rough from hours of shouting for help. “Are you behind my kidnapping?”Mr.Smith chuckled, his dark eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Well of course I am. I just wanted to hang out with you. Haven’t

Gavin strutted into school that morning, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. The moment he stepped through the main doors, all eyes were on him. “Gavin! My guy!” A junior high-fived him as he passed. “Bro, you have become Legendary,” another student laughed. “Can’t wait for the party this weekend!” a girl called from her locker. “Yeah, it’s gonna be insane!” another voice added. Gavin barely acknowledged them, only offering a lazy smirk. “Everyone’s invited,” he said smoothly, then turned his gaze toward the jocks at the end of the hall, where Ethan and Chase were standing. “Except for them.” Ethan’s jaw locked, his fists curled into a ball, but he said nothing. Gavin could see that he was holding back his anger and that only made his smirk widen. Harrison appeared at Gavin’s side, shaking his head with amusement. “You’re really rubbing salt in the wound, huh?” Gavin shrugged. “They deserve it.” As the first bell rang, Gavin headed to class, bidding Ha

Gavin saw the flash of the muzzle and felt the heat of the bullet slicing through the air straight toward him. His body tensed, but before the bullet could reach him.Then suddenly he heard the voice he had been waiting for.[REVENGE SYSTEM ACTIVATED.][DANGER DETECTED. EVASION MODE DOWNLOADING.]Gavin felt fear take over as the system's voice could no longer be heard.He could feel his heart beating loudly. Where was the Damn system?After a few seconds, he heard the voice pick up.[EVASION MODE DOWNLOADED….]His body moved before he could even think. A sharp jolt ran through him as his muscles reacted on their own, twisting to the side with unnatural speed. The bullet zipped past his ear, shattering a shelf behind him. Glass and bottles crashed to the floor. The two masked men froze, their expressions hidden but undoubtedly shocked. “What the hell—?!” one of them shouted. Gavin flashed them a smirk. His body moved again. He lunged forward, gripping the man's wrist and twisting

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