Novels by TheScribe

Alison smiled, feeling a sense of determination and purpose. She was going to take revenge on Bruno and his mother, even if she died trying.The rest of the day passed in a blur, and soon it was getting late and Alison knew that she had to get back to her apartment to prepare for work the following day.“I'd get going now, Aunt,” she said and got off the couch. “It was nice hanging out and thank you so much for hosting me.”“This is your home too, Ally,” Megan said with a soft smile. “Come over whenever you feel like.”“It was nice keeping you company, too Uncle Carlos,” she grinned and the man patted her hair fondly. “See you around kiddo.” He winked and Alison walked out with Aunt Megan, they both shared a hug before Alison got into her car, driving off.***As Alison settled into her apartment, and onto a couch, she couldn't help but feel extremely relaxed and a fresh sense of peace took over her insides.She went to freshen up,before returning back to the living room. She picke

Alison watched as Travis's expression changed, his eyes narrowing as he listened to the person on the other end of the line. She felt a pang of curiosity, wondering who it was and what they wanted.But Travis's conversation was brief, and he ended the call "I'll be right there.""I'm sorry," he said, turning to Alison. "I have to go. But I'll be back soon."Alison nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment. She had been hoping to spend more time with Travis, to do what? She wasn't sure, but she just wanted to be around him…***Alison pulled up at the driveway in Aunt Megan's house, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She had been feeling quite uneasy after the encounter with Travis earlier, she didn't even bother waiting till he returned before she left.Her last case was a big one, and Aunt Megan and her husband played a major role in the success of its completion, she owed them a lot.As she stepped out of the car and walked towards the front door, she noticed something quite

After approximately ten hours of being shut, Alison's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with an unfamiliar ceiling…the last she remembered, her bedroom didn't have a chandelier light, neither was it painted all white, so where was she?She sat up with a start, looking around the room frantically. The room was elegantly decorated with white walls and dark wood furniture. But it was not her room and she was sure about that.Panic set in as she scrambled out of bed, her eyes scanning the room for something, anything, familiar. But there was nothing. No photos, no mementos, no clothes that she recognized.And then, her eyes landed on her clothes. Or rather, the clothes she was wearing. They were not hers. An involuntary scream escaped her throat as she realized that someone had changed her clothes while she was sleeping.Alison's mind was racing. What had happened the previous night? She had gone to dinner with Travis, and then...and then nothing. She couldn't remember anything.Wait…i

The soft glow of the restaurant's interior cast a warm light on Mrs. Francisco's face, but her expression was far from warm. Her bulgy eyes held a disgusted expression as she gazed at Alison and Travis,eating and joking about something.How dare Alison move on? As though escaping from prison wasn't enough, now she was out here flirting and frolicking with one of the wealthiest young men in the whole country.Exactly what did she think she was? The woman kept glaring until she saw them walk out of the restaurant, accompanied by so many guards.From the look of things, Alison just wanted a fling…it seemed like something else was going on, something more serious.“Snap out of it my darling” the woman seated across Mrs. Francisco said tapping the table. “You seem like you're going to eat us all up.”"Look at that," Mrs. Francisco spat, pointing towards the window, her voice low and venomous. "Alison, the little tramp, leaving with Travis Rodrigo. I'm sure she's sleeping her way to the

The soft glow of the restaurant's interior cast a warm light on Mrs. Francisco's face, but her expression was far from warm. Her bulgy eyes held a disgusted expression as she gazed at Alison and Travis, eating and joking about something.How dare Alison move on? As though escaping from prison wasn't enough, now she was out here flirting and frolicking with one of the wealthiest young men in the whole country.Exactly what did she think she was? The woman kept glaring until she saw them walk out of the restaurant, accompanied by so many guards.From the look of things, Alison just wanted a fling…it seemed like something else was going on, something more serious.“Snap out of it my darling,” the woman seated across Mrs. Francisco said tapping the table. “You seem like you're going to eat us all up.”"Look at that," Mrs. Francisco spat, pointing towards the window, her voice low and venomous. "Alison, the little tramp, leaving with Travis Rodrigo. I'm sure she is sleeping her way to t

The dimly lit room was filled with the sound of clinking glasses, thick smoke in the atmosphere and muted conversations. The Elite men were in Marco's mansion, seated around the classy table in his lounge.The blue disco bulbs illuminated their faces, revealing their worried expression. I mean it was not everyday your business partner gets into trouble and narrowly escapes at the cost of the multimillion dollar investment.Of course, the bakery was more than just a bakery, even the club was more than just a club, a lot of other activities used to go on around there, but now…“Honestly, I never envisaged losing the organization,” Marco whispered, taking a long drag from his cigarette.“Me neither,” Enzo mumbled, his hands clenching tightly against the cup he drank from."I still can't believe he won that case," Bruno growled, hitting his right palm against the table in frustrated annoyance. "That judge was blind, or maybe he was just paid off by Travis."Enzo, his expression calm and