Novels by Author_Smegsy

Lucien leaned down until his shadow completely swallowed the man, his voice dropping into a low, terrifying growl. "And if we do decide to go to this industrial plant, and we find out Wesley moved her, or that this was an ambush... your core won't even get the chance to crush you. I'll rip your throat out myself.""She's there," Silas gasped, backing up as far as his cuffs allowed. "I swear it! They keep their high-value hostages in the lower basement near the generator room!"I stepped out of the cell into the hallway, signaling for Lucien and Daniel to join me. I leaned my back against the cold concrete wall, folding my arms over my chest as a cold, calculating spark ignited in my mind.Wesley had sent a secret weapon inside our walls to tear us apart from the shadows. His goal was to make us drown in paranoia and nightmare-fueled rage, blindly watching to see if the person we loved the most would stab a knife through our backs. He had no idea that his sleeper agent was now chained

"N-No!" the man stammered frantically, shaking his head until his bangs whipped across his blood-stained forehead. "I can't control the specific scenarios! My power... it only implants the core emotion—the precept of ultimate betrayal and deepest despair! Your own minds fill in the rest based on what would break you the most!"I let go of his shirt, letting him slump back onto the cot, my mind spinning as I turned back to Lucien.If the precept of the nightmare was betrayal, how was me shooting myself a betrayal to Lucien? Betrayal was supposed to be a blade in the back, a push off a cliff, a loaded gun pointed at a lover."Lucien..." I began carefully, looking up into his dark eyes. "How is that betrayal? It's supposed to be an attack from the person you trust most...""You don't get it, Amber," Lucien rumbled, his voice cracking with a raw, agonizing intensity that vibrated right through the concrete floor. He didn't look at Daniel, nor at the traitor—his burning, dark gaze was lock

I looked at him for a while and laughed."Hah, as if I'd let a mind-weaver—a parasite that sneaks into people's minds—stay in my fortress," I scoffed coldly, drawing my sidearm in one fluid motion and leveling the barrel directly between his eyes.The traitor’s eyes widened, sweat breaking out across his forehead as he pressed himself flatter against the damp concrete wall. But even with a barrel pointed at his face, a desperate, twitchy grin tugged at his bleeding lips."Go ahead! Pull the trigger!" he choked out, leaning forward just enough to press his forehead right against the cold steel of my gun. "But know that you’ll regret killing me. I've already implanted the mental frequencies into all three of your brains while you slept! It's an anchored psychic resonance loop!"I kept my grip steady, my eyes completely unreadable, but I didn't pull the trigger just yet."If you blow my brains out right now," the traitor hissed, his voice rising into a manic, breathless pitch, "the shock

Lucien flinched as if I had struck him. His storm-cloud eyes widened, dark static flickering in his pupils as he stared at me in genuine, stunned shock."How did you know...?" he rasped, his hand coming up to wipe a sheen of cold sweat from his forehead. "Did you see something in your foresight?""No," I replied, my voice chillingly calm as I glanced back at Daniel, who was now standing upright, his lazy demeanor completely vanished. "Daniel and I had something similar."Daniel looked at me, his brow furrowing as a sudden, sharp realization crossed his features. "Wait... that was what your dream was about too?"I shook my head, keeping my eyes locked onto Lucien's trembling frame."No," I said softly, the words echoing off the cold granite walls of the kitchen. "I didn't dream about choosing between you and Lucien. I dreamt about..."I paused, watching the colour completely drain from Lucien's face."...I dreamt about Lucien pushing me off the edge of the northern rampart."Lucien’s b

The dark, suffocating weight of the dream pulled me under before I could even try to claw my way up to consciousness.It had been a long time since I had any dream at all, not to talk of nightmares. And this time, it felt so damn vivid that it was suffocating.In the dream, the northern ramparts were crumbling into dust under a blood-red sky. I was standing near the broken ledge, bleeding, holding out my hand toward Lucien. He was towering over me, his massive frame framed by black smoke. But his eyes weren't filled with the possessive, ferocious intent I knew so well. They were hollow. Cold. Heavy with an agonizing, silent guilt that cut deeper than any blade."Lucien...?" I choked out in the dark.He didn't say a word. He reached out, his broad palm settling flat against my chest, and gave me one slow, deliberate push.The wind howled in my ears as I tumbled backward into the endless, snapping jaws of the dark below. The last thing I saw before hitting the abyss was the agonizing t

The refugees gasped, throwing their hands into the air in pure panic."Please! We didn't do anything!" the bearded man shrieked.I clutched Lucien's vest, my breathing ragged, my chest heaving as I forced my dim, unfocused eyes to open. Blood was dripping down my chin, staining his dark uniform, but my mind was racing through the blinding pain.The alarm. The coughing. The fainting.Those weren't random complications happening in the compound three days from now.They were distractions.The blank spot in Person Fourteen’s future meant his actions were directly tied to a major timeline event that my foresight couldn't fully render yet—because his sole purpose for being here was to trigger an orchestrated sabotage from the inside.I leaned my head against Lucien's jaw, my voice raspy, broken, but dripping with absolute, unwavering certainty as I pointed a trembling, blood-stained finger toward the fourteenth man at the end of the table."He doesn't get a room," I rasped, my cold gaze lo

​The next day was a whirlwind.​They went out to select a wedding dress, and Elena came along without hesitation. Elena refused to miss the opportunity to help pick out her younger sister’s wedding gown, entirely unbothered by the fact that Lisa was marrying her own husband. All Elena cared about was making sure Lisa was happy and taken care of.​After trying on three different dresses, they all agreed on a magnificent gown—simple, clean, but exquisitely elegant.​That very evening, Lisa got dressed, her hair pinned up in soft, delicate curls. They drove to the quiet courthouse on the edge of town, where Adrian stood waiting at the small altar in a sharply tailored suit. In front of the official and with Elena as their sole witness, they signed the registry and spoke their vows.​Happily ever after... right?​Well, there was still the matter of school.​Because of Lisa's petite frame, the baby bump progressed very slowly. By the time her final semester got into full swing, her stomac

Arthur picked up his napkin, dabbing his mouth with deliberate slowness before tossing it onto his plate. "I am done eating. The rest of this mess is yours to manage, Adrian."​Without another word, the patriarch stood up, his towering frame casting a brief shadow over the table before he walked out of the dining hall, his heavy footsteps fading into the cold marble corridor.​The moment the heavy doors closed behind him, the suffocating pressure in the room eased, but the silence remained thick and awkward.​Elena let out a quiet, tired sigh, pushing her plate away. She didn't look at Adrian, nor did she look at Lisa. She simply stood up, smoothing down her immaculate skirt. "I'll be in the car," she said smoothly, her voice completely devoid of emotion as she picked up her handbag and walked out.​Now, only the two of them were left at the grand mahogany table.​Adrian shifted in his seat, turning his full attention to Lisa. His large hand remained tightly wrapped around hers benea

That evening, the grand estate of the Moreno's family looked less like a family home and more like an imposing fortress of glass and cold stone.​The dining room was bathed in the warm, artificial glow of a crystal chandelier, but the air inside was thick, suffocating, and dead silent.​Lisa sat near the foot of the long mahogany table, her knuckles white as she squeezed her napkin beneath the white linen tablecloth. She wore a high-collared, modest dress that Adrian had chosen for her—one that covered every dark, lingering mark he had left on her neck in the car hours prior. Beside her sat Elena, poised, pristine, and perfectly composed, cutting her steak with precise, silent strokes, as if she were simply attending a routine business dinner rather than endorsing her husband's second marriage.​At the head of the table sat the patriarch, Arthur Moreno. His sharp, gray eyes were framed by heavy brows, his presence alone commanding a terrifying weight that explained exactly where Adr

"We're going back to have dinner with him today," Adrian murmured, his lips trailing hot, deliberate kisses down the sensitive column of her neck and over her collarbone.​Lisa gasped, trying desperately to keep her mind straight as his heavy weight pressed her into the leather passenger seat. "T-today?"​Adrian didn't answer right away. His large hand slid up beneath her top, his warm, thick fingers reaching for her breast, gripping her through her bra with a firm, possessive squeeze. Lisa arched her back slightly, her breath hitching in her throat as his thumb flicked over her sensitive, hardening nipple.​"Better now than later, Lisa," he nodded against her skin, his gravelly voice low and vibration-heavy against her chest. "Elena agrees to this, too."​Lisa’s eyes fluttered open, staring blankly at the roof of the car as his words registered. ‘Elena agrees?’ She wondered silently if this was the exact cold, unthinkable compromise they had reached behind the closed doors of his stu

Lisa didn't even feel guilty. Down deep beneath the exhaustion and the fear, a numb, hollow acceptance had taken root. She had known, with a chilling certainty, that he would find her. He always found her.​She didn't ask how he tracked her down. She didn't want to know if he had followed her phone, checked her location, or simply knew the only place left in the world she would run to. None of it mattered anymore.​Without a single word of resistance, Lisa slowly slid out of the wooden chair, letting her hands fall away from Ethan’s frantic, trembling grip.​"Lisa, no... please, don't—" Ethan choked out, his voice cracking as he reached for her, his eyes wide with absolute panic.​"I'm sorry, Ethan," Lisa whispered softly, her eyes dull and resigned as she looked down at him. "I'm so sorry."​She stepped away from the table and walked straight toward the dark silhouette waiting for her.​Adrian didn't say a word to her. He simply reached out, his large hand wrapping firmly around her

Ethan’s breath hitched, his throat suddenly going dry as her words hit him like a physical blow. The noise of the bustling café—the clinking of porcelain cups, the hiss of the espresso machine, the quiet chatter of strangers—faded into a dull, terrifying buzz.​"W-what?" Ethan stammered, his blood running completely cold. He leaned across the small wooden table, his voice dropping into a frantic, hushed whisper. "He... he saw it?"​Lisa kept her head down, staring blankly at the dark wood of the table, her hands clutching her coffee mug so tightly her knuckles turned stark white.​"I flinched when he tried to wash me, and he saw the soreness," she whispered, her voice trembling with a terrifying fragility. "He knew instantly. He was going to come back to your apartment, Ethan. He was going to ruin you. I begged him... I cried and I promised him I would never see you again, just so he wouldn't come find you and... and fight with you."​Ethan sat frozen in his chair, a sudden wave of na