Novels by ARPAN PORAME

The Final HarbourNew York’s dawn had spilled fully across the Long Island horizon, bursting with brilliant, unfiltered light. Warm morning sunlight streamed in unobstructed through the tall, floor‑to‑ceiling glass walls. It cast a massive, golden shimmer over the surface of the sea, which lay completely calm now, its waters still and ripple‑free.The remnants of the mechanical storms, the chaos of corporate warfare, and the sabotage at the harbour inlet last night were now officially nothing more than a clean page in their history.Inside the private suite, once again wrapped in absolute peace and rigid luxury, the strong cries of their newborn son slowly softened into a small, utterly contented murmur, held safe within his parents’ arms.This final, total purification has been accomplished perfectly leaving not a single legal loophole or space for survival for our enemies.Liora Thorne leaned back with effortless grace against the stack of soft wool pillows on the master bed. Her

Dawn of a New DynastyThe pulsing yellow lights on the cyber wall panels slowly faded into total darkness, replacing the cross‑continental digital tension with a heavy, rigid silence as dawn began to break.Beyond the massive glass walls overlooking Long Island, the morning sun spilled brilliantly across the eastern horizon, sweeping away the last traces of the storm that had raged fiercely through the night and battered the coastline.Yet, inside the villa’s private sanctuary, the atmosphere shifted abruptly into something far more gripping a rhythm entirely different, and far more heart‑pounding.This sharp, searing pain could not have chosen a worse moment, Liora Thorne thought, her fingers clutching tightly at the sleeve of Mavric’s sturdy linen shirt. Beads of cold sweat began to gather at her temples, her face turning deathly pale. Every past trauma, every ounce of physical exhaustion, and the relentless strain of managing capital conspiracies all night long have combined to t

The Sole Authority of Wall StreetThe yellow indicator lights along the cyber control panels lining the private chamber walls flashed with an increasingly rapid rhythm.Transmitting rigid emergency signals that warned of a high‑level bureaucratic intervention penetrating the company’s legal defenses.Beyond the large glass windows, the dawn of New York began to spread faintly across the Long Island horizon, casting a cold, silvery‑grey reflection upon the ocean surface waters only now starting to settle after the fury of the previous night’s storm.They planted a bureaucratic bomb right within our own domestic legal system. Liora Thorne thought, her grip tightening around the edge of her military‑grade tablet until the veins on her wrist stood taut and visible. Using the influence of Manhattan’s chief justice to sign an order for a total asset freeze is a rigid, swift, and highly structured legal maneuver. Marcus’s old faction knows full well they have already been defeated physica

Counterstrike Across Two ContinentsThe stock market graphs on the large monitor screen in the corner of the private chamber kept flashing bright red. Market capitalization index figures plummeted sharply within seconds, sending very real financial panic flowing all the way from the Asian hemisphere to the eastern shores of Long Island.Liora Thorne stood tall at the center of the room. Her beautiful eyes tracked the movement of those shadow capital flows with cold, precise calculation.You think vast wealth can bend the rules of our customs laws, Liora thought, drawing a long breath and suppressing the tightness that began pressing against her chest from physical exhaustion. Attacking our subsidiaries on the Asian exchange before dawn even breaks in New York is the most foolish misstep you could have made. You have deliberately exposed the identities of every shell account you have hidden under federal surveillance radar all these years. The child growing inside me has given me

A Voice From The PastStatic cut through the silence of the satellite connection in a steady rhythm. Its mechanical hiss sounded sharp and cold, echoing slowly through the private chamber’s emergency lighting, which had only just flared back to life.Liora still held the specialized device pressed firmly against her right ear, her posture perfectly straight. Mavric Thorne moved with calculated steps to her side, his sharp, hawk‑like gaze locked and fully alert.“Long time since we last heard from you on the exchange, Liora,” came an aged, rough baritone voice from across London’s customs perimeter. The weight of ancient legal authority in its tone was heavy and pressing. “Did you honestly believe the tactical drone explosion at the dock beneath Long Island just minutes ago had put an end to this second round of capital intrigue?”Liora drew a long breath, forcing her emotions to remain firmly under the control of reason, without the slightest physical hesitation. Her eyes were co

Threat From The DepthsThat low‑frequency vibration traveled steadily upward through the thick concrete foundation. It penetrated layers of wool carpeting all the way to the tips of their toes. The sound rumbled deep and low. Hoarse. Like a primeval monster waking up at the bottom of the Long Island seabed.Inside the pitch‑black isolation chamber, the indicator light for the water depth sensor on the control panel wall suddenly flashed a deep, vivid orange. Alternating against the rigid shadows of the night.This is no longer just a tactical strike above the water’s surface.Liora pressed her right palm firmly against the surface of the black marble table, which was also shaking violently. They have brought an underwater fleet to bring this private dock down completely, right from beneath the ground. That East Asian Consortium is truly staking every last bit of remaining capital they have just to make sure I and the child growing inside me vanish without a trace for the law. Th