Novels by Ainsley C.

“We apologize for what happened. Stan Welsh, reportedly, was sighted in the other area and we fastened security there, but never thought it could be a trap.” Said a bulky police officer in his tidy uniform. Owen and Jim stood on either side of him, listening to him carefully. Jim furrowed his eyebrows to hear him being a murderer. “Stan was on run for several months from the mental facility. At first they hushed up the case, but later they admitted their negligence and were punished for that. He had been hiding with one of his friend whom he later killed by stabbing with a sharp piece of glass. And he dumped his body in the river after it decomposed. Neighbors complained about smell, but he scared them off.” The officer sighed to see Jim’s widened eyes, while Owen looked miserable. Jim saw Amy behind the officer, running towards them when the officer asked for his leave. He nodded, and Amy joined them. “How is he?” “Doctor said. He’s fine. Just lost too much blood and when we found

His doorbell rang as he combed his silvery hairs down to his temples. Looking excited, the person he expected all day had come and on time. The sky illuminated the dusky glow with the setting sun. His heart thumped. It was like a dream. He slapped his cheeks to get out of it, but was glad to see it was real.Ryan walked confidently to the door. This time was different. They had no feud, no disagreement, and they were just going to reconcile officially with whatever dispute they had before. The memory lane of the day he confessed came down to him. The face, he remembered, the stone face insulting his feelings. But it was a long ago.He should not dwell on that painful past and accept this present like a god sent gift. His steps staggered near the door. He took a deep breath and opened the door, his face delighted to think he was meeting him.But the moment he opened the door, his eyes found a strange man peeking at him, a man in his forties, a face

Chapter 61: Linda’s last favorThe hall filled with gloomy conspiracies of how Natalie must have killed her husband and attempted to kill his son too, just for his wealth, and stepped back from her any chance they got. Natalie glared around those people gossiping and found her daughter in a stunning white dress in the crowd, glaring at her. She never saw this kind of look on her face. It was disgust, a pure disgust that Natalie had never received from anyone.The stage was hectic, and a pair of wide hands grabbed Ryan’s neck firmly. He staggered behind. His windpipe tightened, and he felt no air inside him. These hands belonged to Lavenda, who was out of her mind, he guessed. Her blood-red eyes darting him and cursing at her top voice, he heard not much. People from beside them pulled her off when, a minute later, he found his neck released. The sudden gust of air slammed into his lungs. He felt his life coming back slowly.Jim was behind him, holdin

Chapter 60: The eventRyan looked up at the enormous chandelier hung from the white ceiling, sparkling the whole place with its mesmerizing shine. It covered the entire ceiling of the great hall of the banquet palace they hired for this event. He himself dressed up like a prince in his all white three-piece suit, a glimmering wrist watch, his grandfather gave him two days ago.His grandfather called him a day before yesterday evening suddenly to his mansion. Although not quite satisfied with this family, Ryan reconciled with him and decided to throw this event on his grandfather’s eighty-fifth birthday. He was more than delighted to hear his arrangements and Lavenda too, threw a family get together for her father but on Ryan’s request they turned it into a big event.He looked at his square golden watch. Mr. Dayholt specially ordered it from France to gift him. It was around eight o’clock and the hall was filling with their expected guests. He

Jim lunged at his feet, startling her, and he mistakenly stepped on her feet and was about to scream in shock, but Amy slapped her palm on his lips, forced to mute him. Her strength made him stagger, and his back stamped on the wall behind.Amanda, on top of him, glared at him to stay quiet. Her feet must have hurt a lot. He saw her watery eyes. The torch rolled down the ground; it lit the entire floor.The lady outside quieted down and her heels slapped against the floor further away. Amanda sighed with relief, still cupping his mouth in her palm. Jim tried to speak to tell her about the uncomfortable position they were in. His chest pressed against hers, his ears burning. He felt his torso tensing up, and wanted to push her off, but he can’t thrust her off with a person lingering outside.“Shhhhh…” she flapped her finger on her lips, “I think it’s Stephanie. She must have stayed late,” she wh

A faint caramel aroma spread through the table where Amanda sat alone. People around her gossiped on their table in their own world, trying out the delicious desserts they ordered. The walls on her side had peculiar looking arts hanging through the entire wall.Maybe art lovers will see the beauty in it, but Amy only saw some unusual blocks and colors mixed together. The owner must be a well off art lover to afford these art pieces, she reckoned when a gentle young boy, around in his teen, walked in with a tray full of desserts and served the ones she ordered.He looked as delicious as those desserts, but she had to refrain her hungry heart from doing some terrible act of flirting with a teenager. The boy left for another table and she addressed the desserts. The mouthwatering fragrance choked her. Now she understood why this place was so popular on the internet. It was far from where she worked now but a safer place in case someone eavesdrop at the