Novels by vickyosuocha001

With a haughty grin, the man introduced himself, “Oscar Evans. I don’t think you know me, do you? Well, I'm not surprised. It's obvious you don't belong here.” His eyes swept over Jason dismissively before he added, “I see Ms. Karl has gone out of her way to bring along her driver. Maybe it’s best if you left before you embarrass yourself.” His tone dripped with condescension, and Jason felt a flicker of irritation.Before Jason could respond, Oscar continued, clearly enjoying himself. “This venue is strictly for the upper echelon. You’re out of your league, friend,” he said, sneering. “A driver like you couldn’t possibly appreciate any of this.”Jason clenched his jaw, determined to hold back his frustration, though it was becoming increasingly difficult. Though he was dressed in casual clothes, he wasn’t here to draw attention or start a confrontation, but Oscar’s smug attitude was testing his patience.Just as Oscar finished his tirade, a muscular man entered the hall, drawing atte

Lisa paused, watching the expression on Jason's face. He still had an expressionless look on his face, so Lisa couldn't tell if he was okay with her request or not. She bit her lips as she thought of what to do next. “I have a feeling you don't like stuff like banquets and dinner parties, but... I would... I would still love for you to come with me," She stammered trying to convince him. "I just… I don’t feel comfortable going alone, especially after everything that’s happened.” “Lisa, I think you might be overthinking this. Nothing is going to happen to you,” Jason replied gently, though he could see the worry etched on her face. Lisa sighed. "I know, but..." She paused. She didn't know what else to say to him. Jason kept his eyes on her. He didn't want to budge, but her pleading expression softened his resolve, and he couldn’t bring himself to turn her down. Finally, he nodded. “Alright, if it’ll make you feel safer, I’ll go.” Lisa's face lit up with relief. “Thank you, Jas

"Well, I would love to tell you why I am here, but it is not a matter best discussed at night on a porch," the man said, his tone, though polite, still carrying a touch of pride in it. "So tell me, Mr. White, can I come in? Or should I say, Mr. Winston?"Jason watched the man carefully, remembering Stark’s words about a powerful ally called the Owens family. There was no mistaking it now, Jason thought; the man in front of him was part of that hidden network."Yes, you can," Jason replied, a smile on his face as he stepped aside, gesturing for Xavier to come in. "And I prefer Mr. White."Xavier let out a low chuckle. He walked in and settled himself on the couch with a measured almost unsettling calm. Jason, on the other hand, sat beside Lisa on another couch, keeping her within reach, his posture protective. He took out a box from his pocket, lit a cigarette, and took a slow drag from it, his gaze hard and unblinking. “So, what brings you here?” he asked in an even tone, though his

Jason looked down at Lloyd, his expression hardening with contempt, and then he scoffed. Without a word, he delivered a swift, brutal kick to Lloyd's chest, sending him sprawling backward. Lloyd hit the ground with a thud, his body crumpling as he slipped into unconsciousness, a hollow silence following his collapse.A few of the special forces men started for Jason to try to hold him back, but Robin raised an arm, signaling them not to interfere.Jason, barely paying attention to them, slightly glanced at Lloyd before turning his focus to Stark, who quivered, his earlier swagger was now scattered. He moved with a quiet intensity as he approached Stark, his gaze cold and unyielding. Stark’s face paled as Jason loomed over him, his eyes blazing with a silent fury.“Why did you go after Lisa?” Jason demanded, his voice low but filled with menace. The tension in the room was thick, and everyone could feel the weight of his words.Stark stammered, his confidence utterly shattered. “It...

"If your friend doesn't show up, who is going to save you then?" Stark asked with a smirk on his face.Jason gave a calm, almost playful smile, brushing off the tense atmosphere. “If backup doesn’t show up soon," he said with an air of unbothered confidence. "I’ll just have to handle this myself,” he remarked, his words carrying a subtle but unmistakable warning.Stark chuckled. He felt no concern. His expression remained one of absolute authority. Besides, he was the notorious leader of Alderfall’s most feared gang.As a man who had ruthlessly crushed all opposition in his rise to power, he had grown used to instilling fear. His previous rival had been eliminated discreetly by his powerful backer, leaving Stark in control of the area without any real opposition. For Stark, this situation with Jason and the Winston Consortium was a chance to send a clear message to them and everyone else, which is that he was the one who held control in Alderfall, and anyone challenging him would eith

Lloyd was visibly startled as he stared at Jason. Then a mocking grin spread across his face as he tried to stifle his disbelief. “You have no idea what you’re dealing with,” He said, sneering at Jason. “Do you even know who’s backing me here? This is the head of the Viper Gang and his gang members!” He yelled as he pointed towards Stark, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as if he expected Jason to recoil. But Jason didn't flinch. His calm response was just a simple shrug. “Never heard of them,” he replied smoothly, his expression unruffled. The dismissiveness in his tone struck a nerve, and Lloyd’s face twisted in frustration. Beside him, Stark, the bald leader of the gang, raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Though it sounded like a lie, Jason was telling the truth. He had never heard of a Viper Gang before. “Oh, so you’ve got a sense of humor?” Stark retorted, folding his arms. “Don’t worry. By the end of today, you’ll know exactly who