Abdul J Kalam Novels & Stories

WRITER’S POV A man in his early forties is in his house when he heard a sudden knock on the door. His name is Detective Joha. Once a public detective but retired by himself when he couldn’t bear to watch the injustice in the police department. Certain he was expecting no visitor, he stood still for seconds wondering who it could be. But when the knock came again repeatedly, he knew whomever was knocking wouldn’t leave until he steps out. He firstly peeped through the tiny door hole but whoever was knocking was smart enough to shield his face from the angle of the door hole.

This was only the second time in six months that she had visited “The Sanctuary”. True to its name this building housed one of the most capable, experienced, honest and dependable persons in the world. Senior Advocate Prativadi Bhayankar Chakravarthy or PBC as he was known was one of the fiercest advocates of truth and justice. He stood by the real victims getting them justice. He was also a close friend of Sahithi’s grandfather Mr. Jagannatham which was why she had come to here. As their family lawyer, he held answers to many questions.

It was Martin Luther King Day. Aperture threw a benefit concert in light of the holiday. It was all Jesse's idea. He had always been an advocate against racial discrimination. Even if he grew up spoilt rotten, he never turned out to be a mean kid - he was just lonely. And growing up without the presence or any semblance of family, he sought attention and companion from the house help instead. They were his family - just some of the very few of the people in his life that he really and truly cared for.

envelope to give to Dalton, “Why are you cuffed? I thought you were working for Argent.” I said it more as a statement because when I saw him at the police department he acted like Argent’s body guard and now he is sitting in front of me with a busted up face and hands cuffed in front of him. He was going to answer but he dropped his gaze from mine. I kicked at the ground and got my so-called brothers attention. He looked up at me and rolled his eyes, “Look, I’m not Argent is using me. Long story short, I was adopted when I was a newborn. I grew up in Alabama and when I got into my teen years I found out I could,” he looked at his hands and rubbed them together, “do things. With my mind. I

I ask Luke because I’m so certain that we have met before. Luke bursts into laughing. Why is he laughing at me? Did I say something funny? “And why is a high school kid asking me if we have met before?” Luke asks me ironically. There’s no need to be rude. I just want to know who he is. Is he so important that I cannot ask who he is? “Ignore him. My father owns the biggest ranch, and my family runs it. We sell organic beef and other stuff. Even livestock.” Justin explains to me.

Surely- this was my Uncle Caleb, Dad, and Uncle Fred's brother. "That's me. Who do I owe the pleasure to?" I reply, making him chuckle. "Right. Let me introduce myself. The name is Caleb. Caleb Knight, I'm the owner of Knight's Enterprise and the father of Andrew Knight. It's come to my attention that you are the man of the night." he says smiling, extending his arm for me to shake. I shake firmly, making his smile widen. "It's a pleasure, sir," I say, playing it off. Does he really not know we are related? Or could he be trying to pull my leg? Either way, I have a feeling I need to be careful with him.

He read the name written in bold out loud in question. Opening a new tab, he put his research skills to work. There were too many profiles that popped up under the name but one look at the brief information sent alongside their new mission, it was easy to find their next target. An old man who was in his late seventies popped up and Rod was not all too surprised about that.

Something with the way he smiled, did not set well with her, there was a starnge jealousy, something she oculd not name, something she did not want to name. Buried herself in work and a romantic book was her exit from the world however now, someone was occupying her mind nowadays. Something that did not set well with her morals. . Later that day Ansuhka was instructed to give Abhinn and Dinesh the resume file, at last she was given two resumes, one of them was janvi’s to call her and issue an appointment letter to her as the new ielts teacher at STRAIGHLINE the starnge ache was back in her chest

It was his cloak. “Alpha Dalton?” One of the warriors standing behind him called out. The handsome man turned his head towards the man who had spoken. A gasp left my mouth before I could stop it as I stepped back in fear. This was the Alpha Dalton. He was known for being reckless, intimidating and merciless. He normally wouldn’t think twice before killing someone who dared defy him. With a cold voice, Alpha Dalton asked “What the fuck is going on?” Sensing the coldness radiating from his voice, I flinched.