Novels by Amon Jackson

Eden's POVMy eyelids stirred as I struggled to open them. A moan escaped my lips while trying to adjust my body in an uncomfortable chair. But to no avail, my hands and feet were bound tightly to the chair. I took a moment to grasp my situation as the memories of being taken by Sylar's mother flooded my mind. My first thought was Sylar. Had they killed him? Was he alive?Then reality hit me.Whatever had happened to him, I was the one they had taken. I struggled hard, yanking and shaking to try and break free from the ropes.The big dark room seemed more imposing by the second.Beads of sweat began to form on my forehead as panic set in. A single dull footstep echoed as it closed in on the room. The door swung open and a man walked in. I squinted to see better, but couldn't make out much in the darkness. “Who are you?” My voice shook towards the end, betraying the confidence I was trying to show.He took short unhurried steps as he wordlessly approached me.“Stop. Don't come a

Eden's POV I opened my eyes to see Mr. Wayne holding Candice's hand for a second. Their eyes locked in an unspoken conversation. Candice pulled her hand from his grip and walked away with an unreadable expression. “Let's go.” Mr. Wayne said coldly as he walked out. After a heartbeat, I followed him. My face was still stinging and my eyes refused to shed a tear. We climbed into the backseat of his luxurious car while James drove us to his private genetics laboratory.“Why me?” I turned to face Mr. Wayne. My eyes did nothing to hide my fury. “Why did you pick me to be your surrogate? Did you think I was an easy target for your wife to bully or a gold digger your money can control?” My voice was steady but my eyes burned even hotter. Mr. Wayne met my gaze with an unreadable expression. “My best friend was diagnosed with HEMA-7 at age fourteen. During that time, none of the pharmaceutical companies bothered to try to save him. The research was too expensive and HEMA-7 was a rare,

Eden's POVThe tall, rough looking bodyguard who he called James took me up to a room and left.I freshened up and sat on the bed recounting the events that had just occurred in my head with utter disbelief. From being taken unconscious by Dr. Isaac, to meeting Mr. Wayne and miraculously being picked as his surrogate.I tossed and turned on the bed restlessly but despite my worries, exhaustion won. I drifted into a calm sleep on the very soft bed. Knock. Knock. Two gentle knocks on the door woke me up the next morning. My feet clumsily moved to open the door. “Good morning, Ma’am. You will have a meeting by 8 a.m. with Mr and Mrs. Wayne. I'll be here to assist you with all your needs.” A plain looking middle aged maid stood right in front of my door with an unreadable expression.With only under an hour to go, I rushed through preparing and was provided a dress, courtesy of Mrs. Wayne. The walk to the dining room felt longer as I looked through the halls seeing different photos

Sylar's POV“What could my mother possibly have offered you to turn on me, Thomas?” A dead calm voice cut through the private genetics laboratory.The voice belonged to me. I had just finished another ten hours clinical trial run when I was informed that Thomas had been caught.With short easy strides, I towered over Thomas who was held down on his knees by two of my men.Thomas's body shivered as he finally locked eyes with me. “Mr. Wayne. I swear, all I did was report basic information to your mother. Your whereabouts and some of your deals. That's all, I swear. I didn't know she would use it against you like this.” Thomas hurriedly tried to explain. “You didn't know?” My voice steady as I clenched my fist hard. “Yes! Yes! Mr. Wayne, I…..” My leg moved with a speed that cut through the air, stomping hard on Thomas's face.He groaned in pain and knelt even straighter. “Plea..se, Mr. Wayn… how.. how coould I refuuse your mother?” Thomas struggled to string his plea due to a few mi

Eden's POV“Claire, Claire!” I yelled as my little sister's body landed with a dull thud on the ground.Seeing her body turn ghastly pale in an instant, I knew it was happening again. My hands trembled as I dialed 911. As time slowly passed with Claire in my arms, the sirens flooded my ears as help arrived. I stared at the tiny clock ticking away in Dr. Isaac's office. I completely zoned out, hardly noticing the movements of his mouth. “Ms. Eden?” He called out. His eyes slightly avoided mine as his lips tensed. I looked at him as my vision slightly clouded.He had just told me that my little sister was dying and only the treatment from Sylar Wayne’s pharmaceutical company could save her. “Dr. Isaac, please, save my sister. How could I possibly get enough money to pay for treatment from that company?” My eyes finally gave up as tears flooded down my cheeks.My little sister was going to die, slowly, in a hospital and I'm not going to be able to do a damn thing. “There might…” Dr