Novels by chriswrites

DETECTIVE JOE POV The final statement of Chief Johnson became my fuel that reignited my passion for this case. Leaving the Chief office, I moved straight to the database unit. I hope everything works in my favour. "Detective Joe", a man by the door of the database unit called out to me. "Yes!""We expected your visit as the Chief informed us on your visit", he said while opening the door signalling me to go inside. "It's ok, let's get straight to business", I said while moving past him. He nodded as I moved in with expectations. The unit was incredibly large in space which was used properly. Given a seat, I knew the business of the day was just beginning. I was asked for a file report of that day which I provided. Since the names of the officers were boldly written in the report, he began inputting their name to the system. This was to check the authentication of their names which might pull out the mole eventually. After a while, the man mentioned that all names there are real o

DETECTIVE JOE POVThis discovery is not really shocking to me since we are in an organization that trust can fail anytime. I have encountered this before when I was still a newbie in this department. The difference here is that I wasn't involved in the investigation process. Currently, I don't know what to do since I don't know who to trust again in the organization. I think I have to follow my heart during this investigation. First, I have to look out for the men in operation during the failed mission. If I can remember vividly, I was with 6 men. That's enough information for my search since the number wasn't much. I couldn't continue anything without consulting the consent from the Police Chief. He hasn't been around this period due to an engagement he had. Fortunately for me, he was in his office, so I went straight to business. After a soft knock, he gave the permission to enter his office. The office was nothing less than an gallery of awards and recognitions as his works durin

LUCAS POV For Benta's & Co, it was a good day since the investor happened to sign a deal with us. She was supposed to take the clause home for further examination by her but it wasn't the case. She sat there and looked through her clause and even called her legal team to the company immediately. For me, I didn't want to say anything as she was in a type of mood I've never seen before when it comes to investors. She was different in her own ways. After her legal team found her clause to be impressive and best for someone of such personality, they endorsed it for her. There, I signed the contract with her and she was happy for doing that like everyone in the Benta's & Co. The happiness didn't last long for me as the previous case pressed on to me again. The company has a new investor and is secured in its net worth compared to others in the field. But Kayla is locked up there and the chance of her well-being is unknown since I haven't had any chance of seeing her. This thought affect

KAYLA POV "Will this confined space become my permanent residence?" This question was one that pop up every single hour while enduring the pressing loneliness in that room. At times, I wondered if the colour of the sun has changed because I've seen it in what I can call ages. I woke up and discovered that my legs are just pacing around the room for no reason. Most of the time, I do wonder if I was the wrong person mistaken for this job but it seems I'm the person they're looking for. Day after day, they bring in supplies in foods, change of clothes but I'm not permitted to see the sun in first person perspective. While thinking deep and still pacing around, the door yanked opened violently. From behind, the two half masked men I do see came in but they walked someone else. In their midst, a man with dark clothing and full on dark mask moved in too. His presence at that moment was filled with unspoken aura. With that, I calculated that this is their supposed Boss. They moved in gen

LUCAS POV Entering through the gate, I felt the surge of uneasiness as if I'd entered an uncharted ground. Benta's & Co was like my second home as I had an unexplained peace when I passed from the gate to my office properly. But, I just felt off and I can't tell why. Raymond drove smoothly to my allotted parking lot which he parked the car perfectly. I hesitated for a while before coming down from the car. I picked my phone and work tab from the car which happens to be my favorite luggage while going to the office. I left the parking lot while moving through the reception. The workers around greeted me with both words and gestures which I responded to some and couldn't with others since it was numerous. At the end of the reception, I took the elevator which took me to my office floor. In no time, I located my office and moved in quietly. Looking at Kayla's office, it was empty but clean. The grief I was avoiding for a while came back fully. It felt like my body weight was too heav

LUCAS POVThere might be a light at the end of this dark tunnel. Installing a secret cam on the street was underrated but not for me in this situation. Detective Joe came to the scene with a paid cab, so he will be returning with me in my car. That wasn't a big deal I guess, so our destination will be the New York Police department. Raymond began the journey as it was just silent. I had to use that opportunity to check on the company through my phone. Simultaneously, Jasper called immediately and I had to answer such a call. He told me of a big investor coming in and I had to be present for a presentation. I asked about the preparation concerning the presentation and he said everything has been settled. With that, I assured him that I'll be available later in the day while I end the call. Back to reality, Detective Joe was just sitting quietly and I decided not to break the decorum. The journey was a bit slow due to morning rush. But we arrived at the station where Detective Joe cam

MaliaHis text seemed to call out to me.My thumb hovered over the screen. I should have just ignored him and should’ve tossed my phone across the room and buried myself in assignments or music or literally anything else that doesn't include continuing the conversation.But my pulse began to race with anticipation, with Maverick, you could never be certain. Before I could talk myself out of it, I hit video call.The ringing barely lasted two seconds before his face filled the screen. Maverick was sprawled across his bed, shirtless just like in the photo he had sent and on his face was a lazy and satisfied grin, like he knew he’d already won.“Finally,” he drawled. “Took you long enough.”I swallowed hard and tried to mask my nerves with annoyance. “You’re ridiculous.”“Yeah? Then why’d you call?” His eyes gleamed, shifting as he angled his phone lower. He stretched and I saw his muscles ripple, he made a show of settling back into his pillow.I rolled onto my side, clutching the phone

Later that day, as per our new routine, I waited for Maverick by his car for him to take me home.The ride home was quiet and not in a peaceful way, it was undeniably heavy with the things neither of us wanted to admit out loud. Thankfully the hum of the engine filled the silence while I diligently scrolled through my phone, pretending to be invested in posts I wasn’t even seeing.From the corner of my eye, I could see him watching me intently. I could tell before he even opened his mouth that he had come up with something to say.“All day, I’ve been thinking about how funny some things are.” Maverick said in a voice edged with a familiar tease. “Rumors have a way of being right sometimes.”Heat flooded my cheeks and before I could stop it, the words were out of my mouth. “You’re insufferable.”His grin widened. “And yet…” his eyes flicked to my face, catching the way I was biting down on my lip, “…you can’t even deny it without blushing.”I groaned and sank lower into my seat, glari

Malia The smell of grease and overcooked fries from ether cafeteria amped up my discomfort, I felt like I was walking into a boxing arena ready to take hits. I could feel the looks before they landed, hear the hushed whispers before they were spoken, my skin buzzed with negative anticipation, today was going to be the same as yesterday, if not worse. As I walked into the cafeteria, tray in hand, I could feel like somehow things had quelled down. Had someone else become trending news? Some sort of relief flowed through me. I clutched my tray tighter, bracing myself as I scanned the room. It didn’t take long to figure out why things had changed. Venessa. She sat on top of one of the long tables, With her legs crossed and her glossy hair catching the fluorescent light. Around her, her group leaned in, hanging on to her every word like she was performing. Which, knowing Vanessa, she absolutely was. Her voice carried, loud enough for the entire cafeteria to hear. “Oh my God, can we

Malia The silence in my room felt heavy. Dinner was over but the weight of it hadn’t left me. I could still feel the ghost of Maverick’s hand against my knee under the table, a touch no one else had noticed. Now he leaned against my wall, arms crossed over his chest, eyes pinned on the floor instead of me. His shirt stretched tight across his shoulders, and the chain at his neck reflected the dim lamplight. He looked untouchable, like he wanted to stay that way. I sat on the edge of my bed, pretending to adjust the hem of my dress, but really I was trying to figure out how to breathe in a room that seemed too full of him. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and full of warming. “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t need pity.” My chest squeezed, what I felt for him wasn’t pity, it wasn’t not even close. What I felt for him had weight and the kind of ache that came from watching him act like nothing touched him when I knew deep down everything did. “It’s not pity,” I counte

Malia Before the dinner, I had been pacing around my room since I returned from school. My stomach tangled in knots after everything that had during the day. Ethan’s careful voice still rang in my ears, his eyes sharper than usual when he asked me about the rumor, and I had pretended like it rolled off me. Pretended like Maverick’s stare in the cafeteria hadn’t burned me through and through and like I wasn’t still restless, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I leaned over the mirror, fixing my hair for no real reason. My reflection looked flushed and uncertain. I tugged the hem of my dress straight, smoothing the fabric against my thighs as if that would settle me. I knew dinner downstairs would be nothing more than my mom talking too much, Maverick brooding in silence, and his father pretending to play the part of a man who cared but still, my pulse picked up. Maverick would be there and my body couldn’t wait. Mums voice rang out from downstairs. “Malia! Dinner!”

Maverick By the next morning, the rumor had teeth. Before I even got to my locker, I could feel the stares on me. They were staring for longer than they usually did, and then pretended not to, then leaned close to themselves to whisper. I knew exactly whose name was in their mouths, and it made my blood run hot. Then I saw Nancy walking like she was proud of herself, all sway and lip gloss, eating up the attention. I didn’t hesitate. I fell in step a few paces behind, silently and steady. She didn’t notice of course, why would she? She was too busy smiling at the mess she’d made. She pushed through the back doors, sunlight hitting her hair just right, like the world had staged it for her. Out on the field, it was quieter and we were without any audience. That was when I called her name. “Nessa.” She turned around and looked at me with her stupidly fake smile. “Maverick,” she said, like she’d been expecting me. I closed the distance, and the smile slid off her face