Novels by DeeMaverick

Professor Phenyo had an obvious charm to him, he was tall, dark and had great confidence, but there was one thing I disliked about him, he was a very secretive man which made me question his intentions. To prevent conflict I put my head down, but still remained weary.“I hope you know the reason for being here, I also hope you are willing to work together as being a part of this organisation requires individuals who are willing to work as a team, no one works alone, that is why the board has paired you all. “Mr Phenyo announced.All the initiates, including myself were each given a partner to work with. My partner was a serious looking, tall man by the name of Mika Ludik, who was originally from Moscow. The Russian man had effective skills in bomb making and weapon design, he previously worked in the Russian military for two years and had achieved approximately 100 kills within the two year duration in the military.“Why did you retire so early in th

One night as I was taking my usual runs in the cold street’s of Montagu , I noticed a dark peculiar shadow laying on the side road. I got closer only to discover the horror that would eventually change my life entirely. The shadowy figure was an injured me.His facials indicated that he was about sixty years of age. The greyish beard on his wrinkled face had been covered with blood. It seemed as if he were fighting with an animal, his face was covered in scratches down to his chest area. I grabbed his hand to check for a pulse, fortunate enough it was still pounding which meant that he was still alive. My apartment was close by, I ran back to get my car, placed the man into the car and drove all the way to the nearest hospital. I begged the staff nurse who was attending him to contact me as soon as the man’s condition became better. Even though the man was a stranger, I felt a great deal of sympathy for him. The following day around 4pm,I received a call from the nu

The benign influence of pure air covered the entire Montagu area, unlike the contaminated air of Joburg city where I came from. The city of gold had left me with bittersweet memories I chose to wipe out from my mind, however there was one thing I could not seem to forget, which was my mother’s cooking. I especially loved the manner in which she would prepare ”bohobe” they call it in my Sotho language. Made from a combination of flour, yeast, and sugar, served with my favourite.. boerewors. I was certain that I would miss her. Deep down I knew that she would do alright on her own. She was afterall she was a sophisticated, strong, independent woman who was capable of taking care of herself. “If your father gives you any troubles you call me alright!”my mother saidShe still saw me as her little girl.“I will be okay.Dont worry yourself needlessly. I have waited a long time for this moment. All that I need from you is your support and I’ll be fine.”M