Novels by Dharniel

Chapter 13.WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE.Clary's POV.“You don't get it, do you?” Reggie asked, the words clenched angrily around his teeth as he pointed a finger towards the door. “If I open that door right now, then it's over for us. What would we tell them that we're doing here, huh?”“I get it, alright.” I said, in a soft voice as I looked into his eyes. “However, they are only going to get more suspicious that something is going on if you refuse to open the door for them.” “I think I prefer that option over opening the door for them.” he said, gripping the headrest of the chair which he was sitting on as he dropped his arm. “I won't have anyone of them set their foot in here.” “So are you just going to keep them waiting outside, is that the plan?” I asked, raising a brow. “You heard him right, if you don't open that door in the next few seconds, he's going to ask his men to bring it down. Is that what you want? Or does it sound like a better option to you?” “We should have just take

Chapter 12.ONCE UPON A TIME.Clary's POV.“What are you going to do with that?” I asked, glancing at Reggie as he gripped a crow bar. His back was turned to me. Perhaps, he was contemplating on whether to use it or not. I know he didn't ask, and by the look of things, it was obvious that he won't. Still, if he wanted my penny worth of advice, then I'd tell him to drop it. If anything, he's got every weapon he needs in his head. So, why does he need to take a physical one? “What do you think?” he said, turning to face me as if he'd made a decision.Watching him walk towards the door, I needed no one to tell me what decision to took: he had made up his mind to use the crow bar on whoever was behind the door.“Hey,” I called, gripping his arm as he was just about to walk past me. “Are you sure you want to do this right now?” “Of course, I am.” he said, in a low voice. “We don't know who is behind that door. It could be anyone. It could even be the government military. Right now, this

Chapter 11.A PAINFUL PAST.Clary's POV.“You know, if you've got something to say, then please do.” Reggie said, turning back to face me while holding a pan with one hand. “Looking at me that way won't help.” “Oh really?” I said, with an edge to my voice. “You don't practice anymore? Or what was it you said? However, from what I saw back there, I think it's quite different.” “Hey look, I know what you must be thinking right now.” he said, moving the pan over the fire from the cooker. “However, it's just like I said; I don't practice anymore. I just know a few spells to keep myself safe.” “That's what you keep saying.” I said, using a measured tone as I slammed a hand on the table. “To me, it feels like you're using that as an excuse. For goodness’ sake, I almost lost my life back there.” I pointed a finger towards the door.“I mean, if you knew that you were going to do something like that, don't you think you should have told me about it beforehand?” I added, dropping my arm. “Y

Chapter 10.FAITH AND FEAR.Clary's POV.“Where are we going?” I asked, the sound of dead leaves crumpling under my boots as I followed behind Reggie. “We have been walking for the past ten minutes, yet it doesn't seem like we've made any progress.” “Just a little more.” he paused, turning back to face me. “We will soon arrive.” “Alright then, just a little more.” I said, exhaling sharply as I swept my eyes all over the place. “I just hope we don't eventually lose our way.” “Have some faith; we won't.” he said, with a shrug of his shoulder. “I know this woods like the back of my palms because I've been here longer than you think.” “Well, it doesn't matter. The sun's down; we need to find some place to rest.” I said, watching my steps. “We don't know what could be out there. The last thing I would want is to leave my home only to end up dead here.” “No one is going to end up dead, Clary.” he paused, and turned to face me again as he shook his head. “Well, at least not today.” “Mo

Chapter 09.FEELING LOST.Clary's POV.Staring out through the window and watching the trees go behind, a tear rolled down the side of my cheek. It's been like that since I got into the car. No matter how hard I tried to make myself feel a bit better, it just felt like a waste of time. I mean, even if I was fortunate enough to return the following morning, I would have to face the reality that I'd go find a new job. Although it was quite painful because I knew what I went through before I got the job at Russell's bar. However, one thing was certain: I couldn't continue working there anymore. Staying there would only mean that I have to abide by his rules which I wasn't prepared to do. Besides, why should I remain in a place where I keep getting harassed and my boss who's in the best position to protect me does nothing about it? “Hey, are you alright?” Reggie asked, his voice cut through my thoughts like a whip. “You haven't said anything since we left your house.” “Does it look li

Chapter 08.A MISUNDERSTANDING.Clary's POV.“It's not what you think, Mrs Williams.” I said, shaking my head. “You are getting it all wrong.” “Oh, really?” she said, narrowing her gaze at the words. “What am I getting wrong here? Or have I suddenly gone blind that I don't know what's going on right now? You're leaving, Clary. And that's it. You just shut the door and the young man standing beside the car over there has just put your bag in the trunk of the car. So, what exactly am I getting wrong.” “There's a situation right now.” I said, without an idea of how to help her understand what was going on. “However, that's all I can say to you right now. You need to understand me, Mrs Williams. I'm not trying to run away.” “But that's exactly what it seems like you're trying to do right now.” she said, her voice rising to a scream. “Else why would you tell me you would pay up your rent by Saturday. You knew that it wasn't possible. All you wanted was for me to leave so that you can ru

Savannah sat beside Everly on the hospital cot and searched deep into her eyes, while Jenkins leaned on the wall with arms folded across the chest and legs crossed. “Hey, what's wrong?” —she patted Everly's face as tears streamed down her eyes, but, Everly returned the gaze with a painful stare. She wouldn't have thought that the answer she sought for months, the reason she'd to abandon her dreams of a model for a prosecutor, was right in front of her all along. How thoughtful of a father to steal the happiness of his daughter. She figured It must have been him who ordered to drop the investigation on Karl's attempted murder. How sure was she that her father didn't have a hand in this accident or in the mysterious murders in the city if he could attempt to eliminate Karl.Hot tears welled in her eyes, remembering the words said to her by her mother. Never did she imagine that her father would be on the other side of this war. Perhaps, her mother was aware of it but chose to stay

“Can you go faster, please?” Every said, a flicker of impatient shone in her eyes as her words forced a smile out of Graeme Clough's lips.The harder he thought about it, the less he understood the reason she fought so hard to meet with Karl, despite being told he's got a woman with him.“Ok, I'll.” He fired the engine of his car and took a glance at the side mirror, then he noticed a black car on their tail. His skin prickled with alarm.“We're being followed. Hold on tight.” —Graeme Clough fired the engine of his car again, drifting between lanes as he overtook other vehicles while Ercan who had Allender with him, brought his car to a halt. Having drove some few kilometers ahead, Graeme Clough stole glances at the side mirror but didn't see a trace of the car trailing them. If they weren't after him, then why did they stop? Unless they'd other plans. He felt his blood rise in a wave of heat through his body. “Did we get away from them?” Everly asked, her heart pounding beneath

The living room held beautiful frames on the thick wall, some of which had Graeme Clough's pictures, designs of clocks while others held a glimpse of nature.Mild light from the sun shot through the windows framed with blinds, scattering its rays over the end tables holding a flower vase. Ellie perched on the edge of the couch with a colorful pillow as she brushed her feet against the area rug and swept her eyes up and down the room.“We thought you died,” —Diane, killed a year halfway in her cheek. “Well, the doctor said so. Days, weeks, and months went by, yet I'd to live with that pain that I couldn't save you.” Karl gazed at Ellie who was beside him yet paid little or no attention to the words said by Diane. “Why would you hold in to that pain?” —Karl turned to Diane. “You did all you could, besides, I haven't thanked you enough.”“You wouldn't understand,” Diane said, a teary smile creased her lips. “I once had a son who unfortunately died in a fire incident.” Th

The indistinct chattering of people, hissing of pop cans opening and chairs scraping the floor could be heard as Darron stood in the doorway, his gaze darting from one line to the next while he clenched his tray of hamburger and energy drink searching for a perfect spot to seat. The bright florescent light strips running across the ceiling painted soft irregular patterns on the tiled floor. The recent happenings in the city had left him with no choice than to take a break from all working activities and breathe the freshness of a new self.Meanwhile, he noticed a vacant seat at the extreme right corner of the sleek wall, just opposite the cash register stand. He ambled past the rows of long tables with comfortable plastic chairs spaced along them, then he carefully placed the tray on the round table and pulled a seat for himself.He showered warm breath on his palms as he rubbed them together before getting hold of a hamburger, just halfway to his mouth his phone rang. He picked u

“This is taking too long.” —Everly complained under her breath. She could barely welcome the thought of something else, not even that of herself except Edwin's as she glanced at her wristwatch sporadically. Waiting wasn't the best of exercises she loved doing, at least, not now that she knows he's alive and out there somewhere.“He'll be here soon.” —Phanuel flashed a smile across her worried face.“How sure are…”The honking of a car in a distance stole the rest words from her mouth. “Told you, he's here.” Immediately, Everly bolted out of the station to meet with Graeme Clough. She wouldn't spend another minute waiting for him because she's been doing that for a long time, waiting for answers.“You're him.”“Yes, I'm” —he shuffled some steps forward. “Let's go in.”“No,” —she clutched his arm with a desperate look in her eyes. “I wish to see the bodies of the murdered victims.” “Why do you wish to see that?” “It's” —she tossed her head down, blinking back tears. “It's per

Allender rose to his feet, gripped his arm behind him and bowed as Hubbard strode into his office in a white instead of his favorite black suit. The devil dressed as a saint. The color of his outfit always complimented his mood, and this was just that part of him no one would beg to see. The sudden change sent icy chills down Allender's spine. Despite being a highly skilled hitman, he knew Hubbard wasn't the type to joke or joke with because his past was able to cripple the minds of those who would dare to give a listening ear.Be it in his youthful days or presently, Allender knew quite well he was no match for him so if he'd requested to meet in his office, then it wasn't just a bogus statement, it'd to be a fact. Hubbard fully aware that if Edwin, now Karl, happens to be alive then it was only a matter of time before fate brings him to his daughter.“You may have your seat.” —Hubbard loosened the knot of his tie and sat. “I don't know what to believe anymore.”“I shot him and I