Novels by Descendant

The red chilli pepper joined the red beef on the burner. A bottle of nice wine laid on an ice filled bowl on a nicely carved glass table with a disco player beside it, playing the melodious "Charlie in the West" disco music."Beef is ready," a well built man showed up in the living room, dancing his way to the kitchen which was six steps away. "Old Charlie road, built in the west," the man sang along, "take me home, I'll go to rest." He took the pot from the fire and emptied it in a wooden plate, grabbing a spoon from the cutlery tray."Free me, oh Charlie!" he kept on flowing with the loud music as he lifted the wine from the bowl and popped it open following with a "uh" sound then poured a good amount into a cup. As he stretched his butt on the sofa, he lifted the cooked beef watching it dangle till it was almost close to his lips, unfortunately, the little joy was cut off as his phone rang out loud."Shit," he cursed, then cursed again, seeing the name that popped

"And just like that Paul died," these were the only words Anna muttered as she watched the lifeless body of her closest friend being carried away, into an ambulance van.It did seem like a miracle as to how his killer had absconded within a flash of an eye, all she did was scream and he disappeared into thin air. Who was he?"Who was he?" Joe asked again interrogating his sister-in-law in a more official way than usual, it was obvious he was more concerned about the death of his wife than of Paul's, all he wanted was to connect the dots, the missing dots."I don't know," Anna remarked in fear, 'he was well covered.""He?" Joe shook his head in confusion, staring at the blonde who wasn't looking so well to be called a McLain's daughter.The sound of Anna's gulps of saliva increased by the second, one would think she had a hand in Paul's death but that wasn't the case, she kept on blaming herself for everyone's death. "His face was covered though I

Anyone could have expected a bad news on a gloomy day, maybe a birthday boy got kidnapped on his big day or the most expensive jewelry shop caught fire on the day of the auction for the rare diamond or a million other things but losing a loved one after being dumped on your wedding day is more than just a bad news, it's a catastrophe.For Anna, it was a death sentence, she had left for the hospital when she got the horrible news from her dad. "Yes dad....Whaat!" and now she looked like a red eyed monster ready to devour any other person who tells her, 'it's gonna be alright.'Just like her life, the hospital was so dull, the cops had surrounded all corners which meant there was no going in and out for anyone except the McLain's till thorough investigation on the death of her sister, Janet McLain.It was still a shock to her as it wasn't just an ordinary death but murder, her sister was murdered in cold blood and now all she wanted to do was find the murderer and pluck

“Get your filthy hands off me!,” a voice cried out from behind the curtains.The noise was louder and louder that she couldn’t take it anymore, she needed to see things for herself. Slowly, she picked up her shoes and put them on, walking out of the room.“Don’t hold me!” the person shouted again.She walked towards the sound and found the door, when she opened it, she could hear nothing again, only a creak and the sound of moving shoes.“Who’s there?”She peeped through the curtains and found something fantastic; a dead body of a lady. “Jesus!”Her face was scarified with blood and she had a blue ink on her left ear.She shouldn’t be seeing this. “I would go call the nurse,” she turned to leave when someone dragged her from behind. “Ah!”********“Tell me! What happened to her?” The man in uniform yelled with fist clenc

The Lexus Jeep came to a halt at the beginning of Murray street, there in Salt lake City. The car was parked in a nicely flowered compound with a building in its middle.The building wasn’t an ancient one, it looked newly built with a large lamp by its side.A man was hovering by the door way, he had a phone in hand and was talking over it.She stepped out of the car and hurried to him. “Hey Paul, what’s it you wanted to show me.”Paul frowned and welcomed her in, clearing way for her passage into the main building. “Come in Anna and see for yourself.”The last time she had visited Finn’s building was at his family get together party where he had introduced her to his family as his fiancée, but now it looked so abandoned with an alarm clock beeping so loudly at the far end of the parlor.She tried finding out what Paul was going to show her but it was up to no avail as nothing looked so interesting to deliberate on.“Here Anna,” Finally, Paul called. He was

The glittering light of the nearby VIP pub covered the whole street. It was a beautiful sight, watching the shadows of people entering into the pub.She also walked in, with her purse held in hand.Her beauty was one no man in the room could deny. Her big eyes like that of the bright stars, it was sparkling in the dim light. She just smiled and found a sit.The hip hop sound escaping from the big speakers were nice ones, giving rhythms to the ear, women had their men in hand with a no-one-dares-come-closer look to the other single ladies and Anna wasn’t excluded.She turned to the bar man. “I need a glass of white wine,” she shouted trying to over take the music but failed.The bar man nodded and walked away.Anna was busy fiddling with her dark hair, she had added a darker color to it, changing it from blond to black, a tradition of every four months.The corners of her eyes were focused on the numerous couples who had some

"Hmm, what an interesting discovery," the lady in red muttered again, filling another empty cup with red wine. Her eyes were fixed on a bracelet on the table, the one she had taken, no, stolen from the library, even as she muttered her thoughts out, she couldn't get her eyes off it.She dipped the wine out of the cup in a despicable way. "You know, the girl, Sloane isn't useless, she could be of some help.""How?""Oh Amy," She uttered, it was obvious her mouth was filled with unsaid words as she stared at the maid sitting right in front of her. To her, Sloane wasn't one of her options, she was her only option. "The lady is planning to leave.""You did a great job spying, Demi,"Demi gave out a rude laugh with her eyes following every trail of it. "Did I? I have my ways Amy. Thanks to her.""So what is next?"She smiled, lifting her legs off the table, staring at the bracelet. She walked to it and held it between her fingers. A ten carat diamond br

The street was dark by the time she got there. Was it really the street or was it her life which had always been filled with darkness? She alone had the answers to the questions building up in her head, she alone could make things right, but how? things had already escalated to a point of no return.She saw darkness in the walls of lightness, it was so little, so tiny that she had taken it and built her life in it. 'Sloane, the thief of her time.'The restaurant wasn't far from her standing point, in fact she could see Rey sitting miles away. He was checking around with the corners of his eyes and when he finally sighted her he gave a hand up to the air.Sloane waved back and headed for the restaurant. Her legs were exceptionally swift as she ran to the door and pushed it open. Rey had already walked to her, helping her to the table he had chosen for them. "Thanks," she managed to say as she gasped for breath."Please have your seat Sloane," he pointe

She could had left immediately after the woman in men clothing but her mind couldn’t stop racing. Something deep told her the woman was someone she knew so well, someone she despised and even when she was looking directly at Fred, her heart couldn’t stop beating fast.“You could leave now,” Fred ordered, walking to sit on the bed.Sloane still stood in the same spot, not moving at all. She had met her past and she knew about everything. Phoebe was right after all. She didn’t know when she fell on the bed into Fred’s arms.He was looking directly into her eyes. Could he see her pains? “What are you doing?”Her legs were stiff looking into his eyes, she was so stupid for going on a mission this risky, her lips were closer to his as she tried to move away but the more she tried the closer they were. And soon her lips were on his. She could feel the intense love. No! She shouldn’t fall in love.Fred pulled away and left the bed, leaving her lying helplessly. “You sh

Rose stopped the cab at The Manchester’s mansion and paid the taxi driver, grabbing her coat on the chair handle. Her legs made loud noises as she walked on the wet ground with splashes wetting her hard boot.It was a not too good weather for a woman of her type.The last time she had visited this mansion was twelve years ago when she was still in good terms with Sloane’s father. The citizens had been invited for the wedding between Ray Manchester and Nike Raymond, an extended family to Maxwell Manchester that was the first and last day she had entered the building.From day one she had the feeling that Phoebe knew something about her long lost daughter and the feeling was right, Phoebe was Sloane’s friend.She thought about all this as she made her way to the back of the building, dodging all eyes. But why was she at the back of the building?It was still raining heavily and the tall building was beaten by the unfor

The window to the mini apartment flung open by the wind as the heavy downpour began. The meowing of cats and hooting of the night birds made it even worse to think straight. It was a scary hour in Mission Hills.Phoebe ran to the door of the apartment with hand tucked to her pocket, she knocked on it with the strength left in her after a whole race from nature, finding no excuse to bring the door down if no one answered, but there wouldn’t be a need for that as the door creak came loud in her ears and someone signaled her to come in.With hands still tucked to her pocket, she walked into the lit house.“I’ll help with your coat,” the woman smiled, helping her pull off her jacket. She took it away from her hands and hung it on the wall close to the door. “Please have a sit.”Phoebe smiled and sat in the old couch, with furs on it like that of an unshaven yeti.The apartment was not too bad as she had thought, the lamps were brightly lit like those in scary movies

When Fred woke up, he felt a sense of relief, one he couldn’t place.Drinking to stupor wasn’t a norm but the best relief during the times of pain. He could remember her touch, feeling her breath on his bare chest, but her face was blank. Shit! He shouldn’t have drank to stupor. Two empty bottles of whisky on the floor was an evidence of his carelessness.He wouldn’t be heading to the company today, he would spend some solid time in the library since his annoying father had left for a meeting in New Orleans.The chirping of the birds drew him to the window where he witnesses, again, a clear view of utmost victory, Fremont. A smile was worn on his face seeing beautiful families roam the streets; husbands kissing their wives, turning their little kid’s face away, wives cautioning their husbands to play it cool. Fred smiled.It was a tradition in the family to get married at an early age, he had broken that rule as the oldest ag