Gman Novels & Stories

"I swear I'll pay you back, Kane. Just—just help me out this time." The request lingered between them. Kane was a lot of things, but he wasn't heartless. He knew what this world did to people. Finally, he sighed. "I'll send you some money. Drop your details don't bother paying back ." Relief flooded Spade's features. "Fuck, man. Thank you. I won't forget this." Kane clapped a hand on his back. "Work smart, kid. Don't let this place swallow you up."

“Sandra?” My hand slowly moves away from my hidden weapon, and my eyes look at his frame for immediate help. Zane uses his strong arms to forcefully pry Gage’s slimy fingers off my neck, shielding my body right behind his broad back. “Mr. Gage, what exactly are your claws doing to this female?” Gage, fuming with pure rage, snaps back with a loud growl, “And who the hell are you to stop my hand?” “I am the General Manager of the Newsom Pack's trading house, Zane.”

He was young, barely twenty-five, with frightened eyes. "What do you want?" the man wheezed. "Who hired you?" "I don't know his name! I swear! We call him 'The Handler'." "Where is this Handler?" "He moves around. He never meets us in the same place twice. He contacts us through a server. An encrypted app." I glanced back at Rylan. Rylan nodded and pulled out a tablet. "I need the app name." "GhostChat," the man gasped. "But it’s not on the store. You need an invite code."

At least the female he wants accepts the fact he lost. I turn my attention back to the field to see Moor preparing to fight with the Hassin commander and my hands tighten in my lap. The Gaimo champion looks strong as he displays his bulging muscles and scale-protected skin, but just like with the Vaal... The Hassin is bigger. The copper-colored beast of a male looks unbeatable compared to Moor.

GATEMAN (into intercom) Wait make I confirm something. He reaches for the landline to call the main house— The gate phone buzzes inside. The house phone rings on the side table near the stairs. The housekeeper, dressed in grey and white, wipes her hands and answers. HOUSEKEEPER Hello? GATEMAN (V.O.) People dey outside. Dem say na Miss Imani dem come see. HOUSEKEEPER Okay, I’ll let her know. She hangs up, and just as she turns toward the staircase—

I didn't like to ask twice but for his sake I did. “Your highness, my deepest apologies,” a man who donned the imperial robes came out of the building that was being guarded, bald, pot-belly, and everything that shouldn't have been in a soldier. I couldn't help but feel irritated. And also confused as I questioned his identity, “You are the commander of this district?” He smiled, “Your highness, it's an honor to be in your presence, your grace. I am General Guzman of the first district, Crystal blue pack,” he introduced himself, no doubt he was definitely the general.