Novels by JOY OLOKUNGBOYE

"How do you feel?" Ethan asked softly, his voice cutting through the noise.Felicia’s lips curved into a small, uncertain smile. "Strange. I feel different. Stronger."He glanced at her, his expression unreadable. "Good. You're awakening. This night will show you just how much you’ve changed."Felicia nodded, but her gaze shifted, scanning the room as if something beyond the chatter was pulling at her. The guests were still oblivious, but Ethan's sharp eyes saw everything. He could feel the subtle shifts in energy, the quiet undercurrents of fear, hope, and manipulation that ran just beneath the surface of the seemingly perfect gathering.His appraisal ability ignited, and in an instant, every guest was laid bare before him. Their true intentions, desires, and fears became clear as day. He saw the lies behind the smiles, the hidden alliances that were forming behind closed doors, and the motives cloaked in innocence."Do you see them?" Ethan murmured, his voice soft but laced with qui

Felicia sat at the table, her hands folded tightly in her lap, staring blankly at the flickering candles. Ethan could feel the weight of her thoughts from across the room, the underlying pain she tried to bury with every breath. It was becoming unbearable for him, not to help, but to witness her suffering.He approached her, each step measured but gentle, and when he reached her side, his voice broke the silence."Felicia," he began softly. "How are you feeling?"She blinked, startled, her gaze lifting to meet his. The faintest of smiles tugged at her lips, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "I think I’m alright," she said, her voice small, uncertain.Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he assessed her. His appraisal power surged, digging deeper into the layers of her pain. He could see it, plain as day—the trauma, the years of manipulation, the fear that had clung to her like a shadow."I know it's not alright," he said gently, sitting beside her. "But we can fix this. We can heal

But as the grandfather turned to bark orders at his men, something within Ethan stirred. His fingers curled into fists, and for the first time since his return, the dormant energy of his dragon ancestry began to awaken.Felicia caught the subtle shift in Ethan's posture, but she had no idea what was coming. Her eyes flickered between him and the doorway where the guards were starting to pour in, their footsteps heavy and determined."Ethan," she whispered, her voice strained, "what’s happening? What are you going to do?"Ethan didn’t reply, but his gaze never left the advancing guards. The moment they stepped into the room, something changed. The air grew thicker, charged with an unseen force, as if the very fabric of reality had shifted.One of the guards, a burly man with a grim expression, reached for Felicia, but before he could get within arm’s reach, Ethan’s eyes flickered with an unnatural intensity."Stop!" Ethan’s voice rang out, more powerful than it had any right to be. The

The sound of the front doorbell echoed through the mansion, interrupting the tense silence that had settled over the room. Ethan stood by the window, his arms crossed, watching as the butler appeared at the entrance. The man was as composed as ever, his face neutral, though Ethan could sense that something was off.A moment later, the butler entered the room, holding a sleek black envelope, sealed with an elegant red wax stamp. His movements were calm, but the weight of the situation hung in the air like a storm cloud."Master Ethan, a letter has arrived for Miss Felicia," the butler said, his voice even and respectful. He extended the envelope toward Felicia, who was sitting near the edge of the couch, her arms still crossed, eyes narrowed.Felicia's eyes flickered toward the butler, but the moment she saw the envelope, her expression shifted. Her lips parted slightly, and for the first time since she had entered the room, she looked uncertain."A letter?" Felicia asked, though she d

Felicia stood at the edge of the grand hall, her gaze lingering on Ethan as he conversed with the grandfather. The skepticism in her eyes was clear, and as she crossed her arms, a low chuckle escaped her lips.“You really think you’ll get an invitation?” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “After everything that’s happened? Do you honestly believe they’ll welcome you back into the fold like nothing’s changed? You’ve been gone for years. Don’t fool yourself.”Ethan didn’t respond immediately. His eyes were fixed on the old man, who was glaring at him with a challenge written all over his face. He could feel the weight of the situation, the pressure mounting as the seconds ticked by. But Felicia’s words, they barely registered. The doubt in her voice was just another layer of the same disbelief that had surrounded him since his return. And he’d never been one to pay attention to doubters.Instead, his gaze shifted slightly as he subtly activated his appraisal power. The ability d

The tension in the room was suffocating. Ethan stood tall, facing the grandfather, who sneered at him with a look of utter disdain.“You really think you can just waltz in here and take everything back after five years?” the grandfather mocked, his voice dripping with scorn. “You’re no monarch, Ethan. You’re just a failure who’s managed to crawl back from the gutter.”Ethan didn’t flinch. His gaze remained cold, studying the old man with a mixture of indifference and calculation. His thoughts raced, but his face remained an unreadable mask.“I’m not here for your games, old man,” Ethan replied flatly, his voice calm but laced with authority. “I’m here to take what’s mine.”The grandfather snorted. “Take what’s yours?” He scoffed, clearly dismissing the idea as ludicrous. “You’ve been exiled, forgotten, for years. Do you think a little show of strength will change anything? You’ll always be that weakling I sent away.”Ethan’s fingers tightened into fists, but he held his composure. The