Novels by ExoShaneey

Kathleen's breath quickened the moment she crossed the threshold. The grand hall, usually bustling with life, stood eerily silent. She moved with such urgency that the maids, preoccupied with their duties, failed to notice her abrupt entrance. Christian's stride followed closely behind, though not quick enough to evade Haneul, who caught up effortlessly. "Sir, they've already left that room," Haneul's voice rang out, almost frantic, breaking the silence. Her words startled Kathleen, prompting her to spin on her heel toward the source of the revelation. "Where are they?!" Kathleen's voice trembled as she darted back to Christian, who now stood poised beside Haneul, his expression tense. "Dr. Andersen is at the pavilion with Tomoya-ssi," Haneul informed them, her hand gesturing toward the hallway leading to the distant structure. "She's woken up again?" Christian voiced the very question swirling in Kathleen's mind, his tone laced with hope and urgency. Kathleen didn’t hesit

"Is she asleep now?" Takumi asked quietly the moment Tomoya stepped out of the room, his voice barely louder than a whisper, as if raising it would disrupt the fragile peace inside.Tomoya nodded, his expression a mixture of weariness and relief. "Yes," he murmured. "She needs to recover her strength. Whatever energy she expended earlier took more of a toll on her body than I anticipated."The memory of Samantha collapsing replayed vividly in Takumi's mind. After their unexpected encounter with her, she had crumpled to the ground, her legs giving out as though the very act of standing had drained her completely. Without hesitation, Takumi had carried her to the spot where Tomoya had been resting earlier, her weight feeling far lighter than it should have.He sighed, his gaze drifting downward to Tomoya’s hand, where traces of blood smeared faintly around the spot where the IV line had been connected earlier."You should take care of that," Takumi said, gesturing toward the barely scab

“Are we finished here?” Takumi inquired, his voice steady but edged with the faintest hint of impatience as Zach’s team regrouped in the center of the grand living area. The soft lighting of the space, coupled with its immaculately curated decor, belied the tension lurking in the atmosphere. Zach straightened, his gaze fixed on the papers in his hands before addressing the room. “The estate is extensive, Takumi. A thorough search would require several days at the very least. That said, based on my team’s preliminary report, no incriminating evidence has been discovered thus far. So far, so good.” He paused, lifting his head to glance around the room with a measured air of authority. “However, this isn’t the end. We retain the right to continue our search, and I assure you, my team will return tomorrow.” He gestured nonchalantly toward Sai and Dryzza, who stood at a slight distance, visibly affected by the opulence of their surroundings despite their best efforts to project an a

"Is everyone prepared?" Tomoya muttered, his voice laced with a quiet intensity, as he observed through the vast window of the house. The gates creaked open, revealing a procession of officers and three faces he knew all too well. He had suspected this visit was imminent since his earlier interaction with Dryzza and Sai. With a sigh of resignation, he couldn't help but flick his imaginary long hair in a dramatic flourish before turning to the five maids standing in wait behind him. "So, how do I look?" he inquired, purposefully inclining his face toward them, eager for their judgment. In unison, they raised their thumbs, a silent affirmation of his presentation. "Totemo ii desu, Tomoya-sama! Hontō ni, onaka ga yokatta hito mitaina kanji desu." ("You look incredibly good, Tomoya-sama! Like a real person with stomach issues.") Kotomi, the youngest of the maids, smiled as she tapped his shoulder. Haneul, around his age, also tapped his other shoulder. "Geunyeo neun ilgga, T

"Zach, how delightfully uninvited you are to be here," Takumi remarked dryly as he stepped out of his car, his gaze narrowing in faint irritation. At the sound of his voice, Zach, Sai, and Dryzza turned to face him, their surprise fleeting but palpable. One of Takumi’s guards quickly approached, taking his car keys with a bow before driving the sleek vehicle through the gates. “New car?” Zach asked, his eyes lingering on the vehicle’s elegant frame until it disappeared into the estate. Takumi allowed a faint smirk to curve his lips. “Yes, La Rose Noire Droptail. A small indulgence.” The mention of the car left Dryzza and Sai visibly stunned. It wasn’t every day someone casually referenced owning the most expensive car in the world. Dryzza, in particular, shifted uncomfortably, almost tempted to shield her own modest vehicle from view. “I sometimes wonder how much you really make as a psychiatrist,” Zach quipped, though his tone carried a knowing edge. He, better than

Theresa observed as Takumi meticulously arranged the items he had procured for her—technically through the assistance of his household staff, who had been tasked with purchasing essentials such as clothing and undergarments on her behalf. Before Takumi could place the newly purchased items into the bag—also one of his thoughtful acquisitions—a maid entered the room and seamlessly took over the task, her movements efficient and unassuming. Takumi stepped aside, allowing her to continue, though his presence lingered, offering a subtle reassurance. Theresa sat nearby, her fingers pressing anxiously against the call card hidden in her pocket. She longed to share the truth with Takumi, to tell him everything she had discovered. Yet, each time the words formed in her mind, they dissolved under the weight of uncertainty. How could she articulate the inexplicable? How could she explain that Kaiser and Kim were far more than they appeared to be? The fear of disbelief, or worse, the impli