Novels by StoryWeaver

"Speak up! Who sent you?" Robert demanded sternly, his hand tightly gripping William's throat.William glared back at him, his face stained with blood, eyebrows furrowed in pain.Through gritted teeth, he insisted, "No one... no one sent me, I swear. If there was someone, I would have... I would have said by now."Seeing that relentless questioning yielded no results, Robert instructed the officer, "Check his call records and contacts, find out who he has been meeting recently.""Yes, of course," the police officer quickly agreed. "We will initiate an investigation immediately."Then he hesitated, wondering why he was following this guy's orders.Even if he was a special forces operative, that was abroad.He had no jurisdiction here. But he dared not voice his objections aloud.The police immediately recognized that this group of people was far from ordinary. They were individuals of significant influence in the big city—beyond the scope that regular police could handle.Robert glance

Arabella quickly grabbed a jacket to cover herself and then jumped off the bed to turn on the lights. The bright light illuminated everyone in the room, exposing them.Still panting, Arabella looked at the rude, rough man who had just attacked her. His weathered, dark skin, robust build, and ugly features suggested he was a local. The man with the gun pointing at her head had dark skin, a crew cut, handsome facial features, and a cold expression. He wore a sleek black leather jacket on his tall and straight figure.It was Robert.Arabella hastily put on her jacket, smoothed back her disheveled hair to regain composure. Feeling dignified, she asked, "Robert, what are you doing here?""I'm meeting a client in the area," he replied.Arabella was puzzled. "You came here to meet a client?""Yes, I'm here to collect some antiques," Robert said gently to her, then he moved the gun to the man's temple and sternly asked, "What's your name?"The man's raised hands trembled slightly, his rough l

Emily sighed as she looked at the mural, "Our Arabella's mind is sharper than a camera. She remembers every detail of something she has seen once, and can even perfectly recreate it. We should have brought her here."Upon hearing her words, Professor Graham's eyes flashed with admiration. "Heroes abound, your generation is truly talented!"Emily said, "Of course, Arabella is a once-in-a-century genius."Arabella lightly tapped her, indicating she should lower her voice.Emily quickly closed her mouth.Arabella modestly told Professor Graham, "Oh no, we still have a lot to learn from experienced professors like you."Professor Graham laughed heartily, "I heard you are the granddaughter of Percy Sisalvos?""Yes," Arabella replied."I have admired his work for a long time. In fact, I collaborated with him on several projects in the past. It's a pity the old professor passed away."Thinking of her late grandparents, Arabella felt a wave of sadness.She paused for a moment and then continu

After their marriage, they maintained a respectful distance. Following the storm of divorce, it seemed that their relationship had greatly improved. Their intimate and affectionate gestures resembled those of newlyweds. After a moment of contemplation, Arabella spoke, "I'll be working there, and it will take at least ten days to two weeks to complete. You're usually busy with work, so don't waste time on this."Reginald briefly considered and replied, "Then I'll assign a few more bodyguards to protect you. Four should be enough, right?"Arabella was taken aback by this suggestion – it seemed too extravagant. Going to restore some paintings while being followed by four well-dressed bodyguards. Just imagining that scene gave her a headache."One is enough; I'm going for archaeology, not warfare. Others aren't bringing bodyguards, and if I have them, it'll be too ostentatious and not aesthetically pleasing.""At least two, taking turns to protect you," Reginald's tone allowed no dissent.

An ordinary worker dared to betray her!Chloe was furious, feeling like her lungs were about to explode. She angrily shouted at the driver, "Go after that worker! Damn it, I've been humiliated! Now Reginald will hate me even more!"The driver quickly responded, "Yes, miss."He started the car engine to locate the construction worker.The worker walked silently along the road. It was an affluent neighborhood with no buses, let alone taxis.His legs grew tired, and he couldn't find a taxi. Just as he looked around in confusion, someone suddenly threw a piece of clothing over his head. Soon, he was dragged behind the bushes by the roadside,thrown to the ground, and subjected to punches and kicks.As the assault began, the wailing siren of an alarm sounded in his ears. The driver felt guilty, abandoned the worker, and attempted to flee. Unfortunately, before he could get in the car, he was detained by police who jumped down from a patrol car.The driver was arrested for assaulting someon

Chloe could hardly believe what she was seeing.No mistake! The worker in front of her was the one who had spilled the bucket from the scaffolding that day. Her father had secretly bribed him so that she could capture Reginald's heart using the tricks of a distressed maiden.But now, this worker suddenly appeared on the estate.It's over! Only one thought remained in Chloe's mind — her conspiracy had been exposed!Although the weather was pleasant, she felt like she had been thrown into an ice cellar, shivering from the inside out.She really wanted to rush over and strangle the worker.This way, she could kill him and keep him silent.She regretted her previous overconfidence and carelessness. She should have been more vigilant and prepared. She had missed such a good opportunity.Reginald gave Chloe a cold look. "Miss Chloe, don't you have anything to say?"She sat there dumbfounded, unable to utter a single word.Northridge looked at her with confusion, then turned to Reginald. "Wh

Quentin pushed open the doors of the emergency room and said to Lorneauxs, "I heard you brought in a young girl covered in blood.""Another late-night shift, huh, Doctor?" Quentin didn't wait for an invitation, striding purposefully towards the gurney.As Quentin briskly walked past, Lorneauxs didn't attempt to stop him. He knew it would be futile; Quentin would find out what he wanted to know one way or another."I was dragged out of bed to assist with this emergency," Quentin casually replied as he reached the bedside.Quentin bent over the gurney, carefully examining the pale, unconscious face of the girl. He could see delicate features and youthful skin still retaining a glow of youth. She seemed to be in her teens."Poor child. I wonder what happened to her," Quentin muttered under his breath.Judging by her delicate features and obviously underage appearance, she was exactly the type Lorneauxs favored.Quentin straightened up, mocking, "You know, she bears a striking resemblance

Claire quickly rushed back to her room, still trembling all over.From now on, her goal was to prevent Lorneauxs from doing anything inappropriate, especially within the confines of this house. "Especially in this house, she would be scared out of her wits."In Lorneauxs' home, Claire, as usual, locked the door before going to sleep, but she didn't bother with the windows. If Lorneauxs wanted to come in, no door could keep him out.In the midnight hours, Claire woke up again. But this time, without external disturbances, she woke up due to pain."Ugh," Claire groaned, clutching her stomach.Curled up in agony, she tossed and turned, feeling her cheeks damp with cold sweat."Hmm," she frowned. Then, a sudden thought struck her. "Why am I hurt so badly... is it my period?"However, she had never experienced cramps like this before during her menstrual cycle.With a slight movement of her legs, Claire felt the inner thighs slippery and wet. Translating into English,But strangely, she ha

Having worked here for so many years, Lorneauxs's father had never given him anything.So when he showed up tonight with a gift, Lorneauxs immediately became suspicious."I just came in, said nothing," his father's amiable smile disappeared.His father walked over and placed the gift down."If you're not up to something, why are you giving me a gift?" Lorneauxs said."I've discreetly slipped things to you more than once," Lorneauxs's father muttered with bitterness.But he still accepted the gift, this rare thoughtful gesture surprising his father.Looking at Lorneauxs, his father took a seat across from him."You're approaching 30, son. Don't you think it's time to start dating?" his father asked.Lorneauxs set down the gift, locking eyes with his father. "I don't consider it a priority," he calmly replied."Tell me honestly," his father leaned in, "is there a reason you're avoiding romantic relationships? Is there something you find difficult to discuss?"His father subtly hinted th

"You answered Miss Garcia's call, so you should know that David wants to meet me," Claire innocently said under Lorneaux's dangerous gaze, suddenly recalling his earlier question.She muttered a curse under her breath but dared not show any displeasure, answering meekly."You can meet, but don't meet him alone again," Lorneauxs said in a calm tone.He knew that David wanted to meet Claire but was unaware of their private meetings. Imagining her sweet smile at David, Lorneauxs gave her another cold look. "Don't meet men alone."A hint of confusion flashed in Claire's bright eyes as she quickly widened them. "I was just having dinner with David."First, she wasn't allowed to eat barbecue, and now she couldn't meet David alone—did Lorneauxs really want to control her life?"Stop asking, if I say no, then it's a no," Lorneauxs said sternly, his icy gaze intensifying, warning her in a commanding tone.Claire glared at John, preparing for a visual showdown. But soon, she huffed angrily, tur

Lorneauxs's cold eyes narrowed, laser-like, locking onto Amanda. He had never seen her so at ease and genuinely smiling in his presence. Seated across from her was a casually dressed man with a stubble on his chin, appearing quite handsome yet exuding a sense of decadence and nonchalance.Suddenly, Lorneauxs came to a halt, causing his entourage behind him to break out in a cold sweat, fearing that tonight's business might go south. Drenched in sweat, they stood still, holding their breath, anxiously waiting.Claire and Williams were engrossed in conversation, oblivious to a tall, cold-looking man approaching them. "So, the filming can really start next month?" Claire's bright eyes sparkled with excitement as she eagerly gazed at David Williams.The thought of her script finally getting approval filled her with immense joy. "Of course, the funds have been secured for quite some time now."David Williams looked at Claire, in high spirits. However, before he could finish his sentence, t

"Hey, Claire, what are you looking at?" Lorneauxs asked, leaning back with his long legs and a neatly placed file on his thigh. He kept his head down, completely engrossed in his work, seemingly oblivious to Claire sitting beside him.Claire stared boldly at Lorneauxs, her gaze unwavering. Lorneauxs didn't even glance in her direction, as if she didn't exist at all. She wondered what he was thinking—calling her to the car and then ignoring her like that.Lorneauxs had handsome features, exuding an air of wealth and aloofness."Hey, Claire, what are you looking at?" Lorneauxs asked, leaning back with his long legs and a neatly placed file on his thigh. He kept his head down, completely engrossed in his work, seemingly oblivious to Claire sitting beside him.Claire stared boldly at Lorneauxs, her gaze unwavering. Lorneauxs didn't even glance in her direction, as if she didn't exist at all. She wondered what he was thinking—calling her to the car and then ignoring her like that.Lorneaux