Novels by Happy girl

Elena’s POV ---The world didn’t end with fire.It ended with silence.Not the peaceful kind.The kind that presses against your skull, fills your lungs, and makes your heartbeat sound like thunder in a void.I floated somewhere between consciousness and nothingness. My body felt weightless. My mind… wasn’t mine.Not fully.Whispers curled around me thin, electric threads brushing against my thoughts like cold fingertips.Subject 07 detected.Neurolink active.Awakening sequence: 14%.I tried to scream, but the sound stayed trapped inside me.No.No, no, no.I forced my eyes open.The real world snapped back hard.The shattered window.Snow drifting into the room.Alex kneeling beside me, calling my name his voice sharp, desperate, terrified.But I barely heard him.Because something else was pulling me under.A flood.A memory.A program.A command.Project Rebirth wasn’t just inside my body.It was inside my mind rewriting, unlocking… invading.I clutched my head, nails digging int

Alexander’s POV ---“Elena!”Her body went rigid before she crumpled to the floor, a strangled sound leaving her throat. I caught her just in time for her head fell against my arm, eyes wide and unfocused, pupils dilating.No, no, no.Her pulse was erratic fast, then weak. The kind of instability I’d only seen once before back in the labs when they tested neural implants that could fry the brain from the inside out.“Elena, stay with me,” I said, my voice breaking despite the steel I tried to hold onto.Her fingers twitched against mine. “It… hurts…”Then she screamed.The sound tore through the villa, sharp enough to crack the air itself. The lights flickered, static danced along the walls and then I realized the source wasn’t the power lines. It was her.Electric energy rippled across her skin, faint at first, then growing brighter a pulsing golden glow that illuminated her veins.Her body arched violently in my arms.“Stop!” I shouted to no one. “You’ll kill her!”But Project Rebi

Elena’s POV ---The steady hum of the jet’s engine filled the silence between us. Clouds stretched endlessly beyond the window, soft and serene a cruel contrast to the storm building inside me.Alexander hadn’t spoken a word since we left the compound. His jaw was set in that familiar way tight, unreadable, dangerous.I’d seen him furious before. But this this quiet restraint terrified me more.I folded my arms, staring out the window, trying to ignore the weight of his presence beside me. “You’re angry,” I said finally.He didn’t answer.“Fine. Then I’ll start. What the hell was that back there? You blew up half the facility without confirming if anyone was still inside”His head snapped toward me. “They were gone, Elena. Do you think I’d risk innocent lives?”“You didn’t even check!” I shot back. “You just reacted. Like you always do.”Something flickered in his eyes. Hurt. Or maybe regret. It disappeared as fast as it came. “You’re questioning my judgment now?”“I’m questioning yo

Alexander’s POVThe darkness wasn’t empty.It breathed.Every monitor in the estate had gone black, yet the air hummed with something alive low, pulsing, electric. It wasn’t the generator; it was coming from her.“Elena,” I called, my voice cutting through the dark. “Stay with me.”For a heartbeat, nothing. Then a faint glow her eyes, lit from within, pale blue like lightning trapped behind glass.My stomach dropped. “No,” I whispered, moving toward her.She was standing perfectly still in the middle of the room, hair falling in wild dark waves over her face. The shadows painted her in silver. She looked almost weightless, almost unreal.“Elena,” I tried again. “Look at me. You’re safe.”Her lips parted, but the sound that came out wasn’t hers. It was layered her voice mixed with a mechanical echo. “Alexander… I told you to run.”My pulse spiked. Hale’s signature. His code. His ghost.I stepped closer anyway. “I don’t run from you. Ever.”The lights flickered once, twice and then the

Elena’s POV ---The storm had quieted by dawn, but inside the estate, the chaos refused to settle.The screens were dead. The air smelled of burnt circuits and ozone. And I could still feel the faint hum beneath my skin a soft vibration like a trapped heartbeat that wasn’t entirely mine.Alexander was pacing near the shattered window, his shirt half undone, blood streaking his jaw from the fight. He hadn’t said a word since Hale’s message vanished from the surveillance screen. The silence between us was heavy, too full of things neither of us were ready to face.I stared at my trembling hands. “It wasn’t supposed to happen,” I whispered. “That light it came from me.”He stopped pacing. “I know.”“I hurt him. I could’ve hurt you.”Alexander’s gaze softened, though his voice stayed firm. “You saved me, Elena. Don’t twist that into guilt.”But guilt was all I felt. Because for every second Hale was out there, breathing and plotting, I couldn’t tell if I was truly free of him or still

The door slammed open before Alexander could even take aim. The night burst inside the wind, the salt, and the heavy scent of blood.He fired once.The bullet split the darkness, hitting nothing but shadow.“Elena, stay behind me!” he barked, scanning the doorway, his stance low and predatory.But Elena wasn’t cowering anymore. She stepped forward, eyes locked on the silhouette stepping out of the storm.Richard Hale.He looked nothing like the man she remembered. The elegant arrogance that once defined him was gone. His face bore new scars, a pale line cutting across his temple. His hair, streaked with gray, was slicked back, and his suit though immaculate was soaked with rain.“Alive,” she whispered. “You’re alive.”He smiled a slow, cruel stretch of lips that didn’t reach his eyes. “Did you miss me, darling?”Alexander’s hand tightened around his weapon. “One more step and I’ll put you down this time.”Hale ignored him completely. His gaze was fixed on Elena. “You think I died that

Saphira povThe night tasted like metal.Cold. Bitter. Heavy on my tongue as the wind rushed past my ears while I stood at the threshold of the shattered compound the place Lars once called the academy, though everything about it looked more like a graveyard for the forgotten.The last coordinates he’d ever whispered before the world stole him from me.The world had already gone silent when I stepped inside.But this silence was different.It wasn’t empty.It was watching me.I tightened the straps on my gloves, forced my breath to steady, and pulled the cracked door open. The hinges exhaled a long, tortured groan that echoed down the hallway like I’d just awakened something that had been sleeping.Or hiding.A warped sign hung crooked on one wall, its lettering half-burned:WARD C NEUROBEHAVIORAL DEVELOPMENTMy gut twisted.“This is your legacy?” I whispered to the shadows. “This is what they turned you into… before you fought your way out.”The lights flickered even though the buil

(Saphira’s POV)They say the worst pain is losing someone you love.But they’re wrong.The worst pain…is finding out they might still be alive.---I woke to the taste of smoke.And metal.And fear.My eyes snapped open to unfamiliar shadows, the world tilting sideways before it clicked into place. A ceiling fan spun lazily above me, its creaking rhythm scraping against my nerves. The sheets beneath my fingers were rough, not the silk of the penthouse, not the sterile fabric of a hospital.A safe house.Or something pretending to be one.Pain pulsed through my body sharp in my ribs, dull in my shoulders, angry beneath my skin. I tried to sit up, but the room spun like I’d been tossed off the edge of the world.“Easy.”A hand pressed gently to my shoulder.Caelum.His voice was low, steady, but the tension rippled beneath it like an underground river.“You inhaled too much smoke,” he said. “And you took a nasty hit to the head. You were unconscious for two hours.”Two hours.Two hours

Saphira’s POV---Love makes you blind, they say.But no one warns you about what happens when love opens its eyesand the person staring back isn’t the same one who left.---The world fell away the moment his gaze met mine.Christian.Or what was left of him.For weeks, I’d whispered his name into the dark like a prayer. I’d imagined his voice, his laugh, his touch every piece of him etched into the hollow places grief couldn’t reach.But the man sitting in that glass cell was a ghost wearing his skin.“Christian…” The word slipped out before I could stop it.He looked at me, slow and deliberate, as though the syllables meant nothing. His lips curved not the warm, easy smile that used to melt the world, but something crueler. A replica with the soul stripped out.Caelum’s hand tightened on my arm. “I said wait.”I barely heard him. My body moved on instinct, pushing forward, pressing a trembling palm to the cold glass. “Christian, it’s me. Saphira.”He blinked, head tilting slightly

Saphira’s POVThey say ghosts can’t hurt you.But they never said what happens when the ghost is the man who once saved your lifeand now holds it in his hands.---The hum of the engines was too steady, too calm for the panic clawing at my chest. My arm burned from the gunshot, the metallic scent of blood mixing with cold recycled air. I pushed myself upright, blinking through the fog that blurred my vision.The man standing before me shouldn’t have existed.“Caelum,” I whispered, my voice breaking on his name.He looked the same and yet utterly different. His dark hair was shorter now, streaked faintly with silver at the temples. His jaw was sharp as ever, his suit immaculate despite the turbulence, but it was his eyes that hit hardest no longer the steady, guarded warmth I once trusted, but something colder. Calculated.“Hello, Saphira,” he said softly, as if we’d met for coffee, not after months of death, loss, and betrayal. “You look… tired.”My pulse thundered. “You were dead.”

Saphira’s POV---They thought taking him would break me.But grief has a strange way of becoming purpose.And love real love doesn’t die quietly.It turns into something sharp, dangerous, unstoppable.Tonight, I’m done waiting for ghosts.I’m going to bring him home or burn the world down trying.---Rain hammered against the city, each drop slicing through the night like falling glass. I sat motionless before the darkened laptop screen, my reflection staring back ashen, hollow-eyed, trembling but alive.The message still glowed in bold white letters:He lives because we allow it. Come alone if you want to see him again.I must’ve read it a hundred times, searching for hidden meaning. Each word burned deeper, a cruel reminder that somewhere, he was alive but suffering.Christian.His name was both a wound and a promise.The world thought he was dead. They’d buried the story, swept it under the smoke and twisted metal. But I knew better. I’d seen him. Bloodied, restrained but alive. A

Saphira’s POV ---The world burned around me, but I could be heat.Only the hollow echo of his name Christian ringing through my bones like a prayer the universe refused to answer.They said he died in the explosion.But I knew better.Love doesn’t vanish that easily. It leaves traces like smoke, like whispers.And somewhere beneath the ash, I could still feel his heartbeat.---The night was painted in shades of ruin.Smoke curled from the penthouse like the last breath of a dying star, painting the skyline in bruised gold and gray. Sirens wailed in the distance sharp, merciless cries that tore through the silence and echoed against the marble towers of the city. The air stank of gasoline, ash, and broken promises.I stood there barefoot on the cracked pavement, my dress torn and streaked with soot, the taste of blood still metallic on my tongue. My ears rang with the memory of the explosion the deafening roar, the blinding flash, the shockwave that sent me crashing into the concret