Novels by Alexandra Mira

But even then, she wasn't weak. She had always been quick and smart. She knew if she didn't act fast, she could become a victim of sex trafficking or worse.So she made them a deal, claiming she could program and hack. At first, they laughed in her face. But then she noticed the man's phone on the table, the open laptop, the half-inserted flash drive.By the time they realized what she was doing, she'd already emptied their accounts and locked them out of their own system.Their shock turned to anger, then to amusement, and finally to respect. That was how she began working for them—hacking and helping them siphon funds. But over time, she grew weary and longed for freedom. They wouldn't let her go; she was an asset her father had sold.An asset to exploit.So she planned her escape meticulously, and when the time was right, she ran without looking back, leaving a warning they knew better than to ignore. With nothing but a backpack, her laptop, and her skills, she disappeared into the

The roar of thunder echoed as lightning flashed across the sky. The downpour splattered against the windows, and the hollow sound of the wind always reminded Jade where she came from and the night tragedy struck. It was the same kind of night; Cold, angry, and unrelenting when her world crashed and everything she knew fell apart.This was before she met Roura Kane and her daughter Imani. Before she learned how to protect herself and weaponize what others sought to exploit.She was seventeen when her father lost everything. His business failed repeatedly, forcing him to sell what remained of the corporation. His legacy, gone. Investors refused to trust him, calling it "a leaking tank that just drains and produces no profit."But her father had dreams. He hoped to make it big, even though the company was already dying when he inherited it. He took out loans, but nothing could stop the internal rot. Eventually, he had to sell everything to pay the debts, but it wasn't enough. So he tur

The flicker of the monitor cast a blue glow over the room, the hum of the air conditioner filling the silence between them. Lines of code danced across the screen while the decryption program worked its magic. “We might be here all night,” Jade sighed, pushing her curls out of her face. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, a study of determination as she worked to decrypt the coded file. "Remind me again why we encrypt things we'll eventually need to decrypt? I can't tell if I'm decrypting data or summoning the underworld." Passion flared in her eyes as she kept typing, her hands moving so fast Imani feared the keyboard would catch fire. Imani snorted softly. “You’re the one who insisted on doing it yourself... Don’t act like you don’t enjoy this.” She gestured toward the screen. “I offered my assistance and you outright refused to even get close to the system.” “Because I don't believe anyone is better at this job than I am, and the last time you clicked ‘open file,’ my enti

The Spindle Diner stood on the corner of a dimly lit street, its flickering white and red sign buzzing luminously in the night. It was quiet inside, with only two customers and a waitress wiping down tables. The smell of coffee and cream carried a homely feel that lingered like an old song.She chose a booth near the back, her eyes scanning the room. No one looked suspicious, yet the pit in her stomach wouldn’t ease.Her phone buzzed.Jade: "I’ve got a location ping. Whoever texted you is already there. Two booths ahead, left side. Black jacket.She spotted him instantly: a man in a black jacket sitting in the farthest booth, facing the exit.“Alright, let's do this,” she muttered under her breath as she stood and walked toward him.He was tall and broad-shouldered, his features partly hidden by the shadow of his cap. His eyes, however a deep gray with an unreadable calm met hers as soon as she approached. She could see he was in his mid-thirties, with a neatly trimmed beard, nursing

Imani barely slept that night. She tossed and turned, closing her eyes, but all she could think about was what her father had said and the cold indifference in his voice. Every word echoed in her head like a curse she couldn’t shake: “You will do as I say… the deal is final.” Like hell she would follow his wishes. She sat up, opened her drawer, and took out the photo in its silver frame. Her fists clenched around the old picture of her mother smiling, radiant, alive. She remembered the day they took it: a picnic, just her and Mum. Father had said he was busy something she didn’t believe anymore. Now she could see the strain between them, the small cracks she’d ignored. Was it really a heart attack? Or something darker? The thought sent chills down her spine and anxiety nearly crippled her. Father wouldn’t, right? she asked the empty room. Night answered with silence. She held the frame to her chest and let the tears fall. Sleep finally won the war. By morning the house felt empt

Her father sighed, rubbing his temples as if this entire situation was nothing more than an inconvenience. “I think we should sit down,” he muttered, already lowering himself onto the brown mahogany couch. His posture was relaxed, but she knew better. That particular sitting stance she has come to dislike .His Legs crossed, hands folded as If he ruled the world ,it was one he used when delivering news she wouldn’t like. She remained standing. Her father arched a brow, clearly annoyed by her defiance, but she didn’t care. She crossed her arms, the weight of frustration pressing against her chest. “Suit yourself then,” he said, shaking his head. She scoffed. “Just start talking, Father. I don’t have the patience for your games.” His lips pressed into a thin line. “Then sit down.” Her jaw clenched. She wanted to refuse on principle, but she needed answers more than she needed the upper hand in this power play. With a sharp breath, she sat across from him, her posture rigi