Novels by adediraniyanuoluwa077

The tunnels were endless. Cold air pressed against Evelyn’s lungs as she followed Alexander through the narrow, echoing passage. The only light came from his flashlight, a thin, quivering beam that sliced through the darkness and shimmered against damp concrete walls.The smell of rust and earth filled the air. Water dripped rhythmically from overhead pipes, each drop echoing like a ticking clock. Every sound, every step, every breath felt amplified in the silence.“How far does this go?” she asked, her voice low.“Until it doesn’t,” Alexander replied without turning.“That’s not an answer.” she argued.“Neither’s the question.” he said.She glared at his back, the faint silhouette of his shoulders tense beneath his black shirt. “You’re impossible.”“And you’re still alive,” he said evenly.They walked for nearly an hour before the tunnel widened into a small chamber. Rusted ladders led upward, and faint city sounds bled through the cracks in the ceiling, the murmur of traffic, the di

The forest swallowed them whole.Branches clawed at Evelyn’s clothes as she stumbled through the darkness, her lungs burning. Alexander’s grip on her hand was unrelenting, his pace relentless, part soldier, part machine. Behind them, the distant hum of drones pulsed like a heartbeat in the air, too close, too precise.The ground was slick from rain. Twice she slipped, and each time he pulled her back to her feet before she hit the mud.“Keep moving,” he ordered, voice low and urgent.“I’m...” she gasped, “trying.”“Try harder.” He said.She wanted to yell at him. To tell him she wasn’t one of his soldiers, that she was exhausted, terrified, and barely keeping up. But then the red glow of another drone sliced through the treetops, and she bit back every protest.After what felt like an eternity, Alexander stopped beside a rocky outcrop. His hand pressed against a section of moss-covered stone, searching for something unseen. Evelyn bent over, gasping, the cold air biting her lungs. The

For a long time, Evelyn didn’t move.The rain had stopped, but the world outside still looked bruised and gray. Through the fogged glass, she could see his silhouette, his broad shoulders, hands resting at his sides, face tilted slightly down like a man waiting for judgment. Alexander Kane.The man who had given her life and has stolen it in the same breath.Her hand trembled on the doorknob. She could still feel the weight of the flash drive in her pocket, the echo of Marcus’s last words.“Whatever’s on this… it’s the reason they want you back.”She didn’t trust Alexander. She wasn’t sure she ever could again. But if what he said was true, if they were coming then she had no choice. She opened the door.He stood there, drenched and pale, his coat soaked through, dark hair clinging to his forehead. He looked different,he looked less like the ruthless billionaire and more like a man running out of time. For a moment, neither spoke. Then his eyes met hers. That familiar storm of guilt a

The rain hadn’t stopped for hours. It fell in sheets, a relentless downpour that swallowed the world in silver and shadow. Evelyn stumbled through the forest, the mud dragging at her boots, her breath tearing through the cold air in ragged bursts.Branches clawed at her arms and hair, their wet leaves slick against her skin. She didn’t dare look back. She didn’t dare think about Marcus or what had happened to him. The gunshots still echoed in her ears like phantom thunder.She had to keep moving, going North and to follow the creek. That’s what he’d said.The flash drive in her hand felt like it was burning through her palm. Hours later, her legs gave out. She collapsed onto a moss-covered rock beside the narrow stream, chest heaving, soaked to the bone.The woods were silent now except for the soft rush of water and the hiss of rain.Evelyn pressed her forehead against her knees, shivering. Every muscle in her body ached. The cold gnawed at her bones.And beneath the physical pain, s

The mansion was too quiet. It was the kind of quietness that presses against the skin, making the heartbeat sound like thunder in the ears. Evelyn stood in the hallway, her hands trembling as she clutched the strap of a small leather bag, the one she had packed in secret over the last few hours.Every step she took felt like a betrayal, and yet every breath reminded her why she had to go.The woman in that bed upstairs, the original Evelyn was a ghost she could never compete with. And Alexander, he was a man who had loved that ghost so deeply he’d built another just to keep her near. No amount of affection, no whispered apologies, no broken confessions could change that truth.Evelyn wasn’t leaving because she hated him. She was leaving because she couldn’t afford to lose herself trying to be someone else. The clock in the corridor struck midnight.Each chime echoed through the marble halls, counting down to the moment her courage would either save or destroy her.Mrs. Alvarez’s room

The mansion was too quiet. It was the kind of quietness that presses against the skin, making the heartbeat sound like thunder in the ears. Evelyn stood in the hallway, her hands trembling as she clutched the strap of a small leather bag, the one she had packed in secret over the last few hours.Every step she took felt like a betrayal, and yet every breath reminded her why she had to go.The woman in that bed upstairs, the original Evelyn was a ghost she could never compete with. And Alexander, he was a man who had loved that ghost so deeply he’d built another just to keep her near. No amount of affection, no whispered apologies, no broken confessions could change that truth.Evelyn wasn’t leaving because she hated him. She was leaving because she couldn’t afford to lose herself trying to be someone else. The clock in the corridor struck midnight.Each chime echoed through the marble halls, counting down to the moment her courage would either save or destroy her.Mrs. Alvarez’s room