Ruv Novels & Stories

“Mathieu’s old drives. They were backed up on the MoreauCloud, but not accessible unless decrypted. I thought I’d try. One of the folders was titled Raven.” “What was in it?” I ask, my voice a whisper. “I found something. A business—Raven Co.. It was discreet, cloaked under dummy shell corps, but it took on a massive debt dated approximately ten years ago. It was a tech-based logistics firm operating in South America. On paper, it looked promising… but the numbers were rotten underneath. And Mr. Mathieu was tied to it.” I blink, stunned. “Raven Co.?” Andy exhales. “Yeah. The Moreau name wasn’t on anything, but Mathieu—he funneled company capital into it. A lot of it. He kept it off the ledge

I say deflating in seconds. After a short cab ride, all three of us are standing at the ruins of a blown-up bus, although there are nobodies lying around on the street you can still see the bloodstains from where they were, the whole area has been cordoned off, there are still police and investigators looking around so there's not much chance of us being able to get near the site without being spotted, I stand at the edge of the tape, close my eyes and take in as much air as I can, I breathe deeply trying to concentrate on the smell around me but all I'm getting is the scent of the humans around me and burnt remains of the explosion

Voice curt and void of emotions. Saying so, he turned around and was about to enter inside his car when a voice from behind called for his attention. "Sir! What about him?" Theodore turned to have a look at man, the officer had pointed at. Rudha. He was bounded to the pillar with clothe covering his mouth, his eyes horrified and face paled, probably from what he had seen all this evening. Looking at him for quite good minute, Theodore looked back at officers. "Who wants a raise?"

Alex asked, poking a metal fork at one. "A- yes ma'am." Alex scrunched her nose in disgust. She knew it. "What's this then?" She tipped the glass of pink stuff towards him. "That's rooart. It's made from fermented moss." "It's not too bad," she said, taking a generous sip. Weylin looked away. "How old are you?" she asked in between roars of excitement from the crowd. "Seventeen cycles, ma'am." "Call me Alex, not ma'am. It makes me feel old."

This made me scared. "Please, who are you?" I asked in the most polite way possible. I did not want to annoy the woman; she was unbalanced. "Ah, finally asking me the right question." She said, smiling. She cleared her throat, I knew it was all an act, but nonetheless, it made me more attentive. "I am Ruhun Daji, and my name is Kurwa, the spirit of nature, good fortune, bliss and wellness."

We smile awkwardly in silence, yet we both seem to be unable to undo our stare from each other. The room has gotten cold, making shiver as I feel the cold breeze coming from the opened window hit my body. Russell chuckles and comes close rubbing my arms with his hands. "Sorry, the heater isn't working. I gotta take a look at it. Let me close the window for you. Why don't you take a seat while I make a cup of coffee. You do like cooffee right?" He walks towards the kitchen and grips the coffee pot, pouring water inside and placing a coffee filter full of ground coffee beans inside the machine.

The bare land below is planted with some vegetables, turmeric, and ginger. In front was a pond as wide as a lake. On the banks of the pond also grow all kinds of vegetables, fruits, a bunch of corn. The land is fully utilized. To Plum's bold attitude. The man thought. "She's the one with a husband and children, otherwise he would eat melons, thinking she meant something to him." This house does not use bath soaps of all kinds. He felt extremely uncomfortable, but Plum was full of praise. “Herbal bath with grilled locust. Safe, clean hundreds of times more industrial products.

Lathering my hair with Scents of rose and lavender, I hummed as the warm water hit my skin. Massaging my body once more, I winced as I pressed at the bruised parts of me. Rinsing all of the soap from my hair and body, I then rung out any extra water from my waves before stepping out. Grabbing a towel from one of the bamboo racks, I gently patted myself dry, making sure not to irritate my sensitive skin. Loosely wrapping the towel around my body, I walked over to the vanity and picked up a tube of aloe vera Alex had set out and rubbed it over my wrists as well as any. other open cuts, soothing them almost immediately.

After a few minutes of bypassing the security protocols, the folder finally opened. My heartbeat slowed. Company names filled the screen. Dozens of them. Each linked through shell corporations. Money moved between them in complicated patterns that made my stomach tighten. Some connected to known criminal organizations. Others to politicians. Private military contractors. Banks. International shipping companies. The deeper I scrolled, the colder I became. Then one name stopped me. Raven Holdings. Owner… Armani Rossi. My breathing caught. No. I clicked it. Transaction histories appeared. Shell companies. Offshore accounts. Payments routed through countries I'd never even visited.

But curiosity had always been my fatal flaw. ‎ ‎My fingers trembled as I approached a shelf, drawn to a black folder with a photograph sticking out. I quickly turned on my flashlight to see a man in an expensive suit shaking hands with another figure whose face was circled in red ink. Notes scrawled in Daniel’s sharp handwriting covered the margins: “offshore accounts, money laundering, eliminate loose ends.” ‎ ‎The blood in my veins turned to ice water. ‎