Novels by Solomon Emmanuel

Sophia’s POV The submarine’s missile launcher gleamed in the rain, my father’s former lover, Dr. Maria Cole, standing at its helm, her eyes blazing with vengeance, her voice a chilling snarl: “The cipher’s not done.” The clearing trembled, the EMP’s pulse fading, leaving us exposed as the child—Liam’s brother—clung to Lily, his cries softening, a spark of hope in his eyes. My heart pounded, the journal and three drives clutched against my chest, their weight a tether to my father’s cipher—my memories of Orion’s stars, the key that had broadcast the Syndicate’s secrets, dismantling their empire with the microchip’s virus and the clearing’s EMP. Liam’s arms were around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath shallow but his love a fire that burned through my fear. His kisses in his penthouse, his vows under the city’s glow, were my lifeline, mending the trust fractured by his family’s betrayals. My mother and uncle, wounded but fierce, fired at the submarine, while Lily, her

Sophia’s POVThe Syndicate tank’s cannon roared in the clearing, its barrel locked on us as Dr. Voss stood at its helm, his missile launcher gleaming, his eyes cold with vengeance. His voice—“You’ll never escape”—sliced through the rain, a chilling echo of his betrayal as my father’s mentor. My heart pounded, the journal and three drives clutched against my chest, their weight a tether to my father’s cipher—my memories of Orion’s stars, the key that had broadcast the Syndicate’s secrets, dismantling their empire with the microchip’s virus and the clearing’s relay. Liam’s arms were around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath shallow but his love a fire that burned through my fear. His kisses in his penthouse, his vows under the city’s glow, were my lifeline, though his family’s betrayals—his parents and brother—fractured my trust. My mother, wounded but fierce, fired at the tank, while Lily guarded the child—Liam’s brother—his eyes haunted but clear. Claire, her redemptio

Sophia’s POVThe submarine’s missile launcher gleamed in the rain, Dr. Voss’s daughter—Anya, thought dead in a Syndicate purge—standing at its helm, her eyes blazing with vengeance, her voice a chilling snarl: “The cipher’s mine.” The clearing trembled, the EMP charges’ pulse fading, leaving us exposed as the child—Liam’s brother—cried out, his neutralized chip no longer a threat but his fear a haunting echo. My heart pounded, the journal and three drives clutched against my chest, their weight a tether to my father’s cipher—my memories of Orion’s stars, the key that had broadcast the Syndicate’s secrets, dismantling their empire with the microchip’s virus and the clearing’s EMP trap. Liam’s arms were around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath shallow but his love a fire that burned through my fear. His kisses in his penthouse, his vows under the city’s glow, were my lifeline, though his family’s betrayals—his parents and brother—fractured my trust. My mother and uncle,

Sophia’s POVThe Syndicate helicopter’s spotlight blinded us in the clearing, its guns whirring as my aunt, her face a twisted echo of my father’s, leaned out, her rifle gleaming, her voice cold: “The cipher belongs to us.” The child—Liam’s brother—clung to Lily, his chip pulsing with the cipher’s backup, a final threat to our victory. My heart pounded, the journal and three drives clutched against my chest, their weight a tether to my father’s cipher—my memories of Orion’s stars, the key that had broadcast the Syndicate’s secrets, dismantling their empire with the microchip’s virus and the cove’s mine detonation. Liam’s arms were around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath shallow but his love a fire that burned through my fear. His kisses in his penthouse, his vows under the city’s glow, were my lifeline, though his family’s betrayals—his parents and brother—fractured my trust. My mother and uncle, wounded but fierce, fired at the helicopter, while Lily, her shoulder b

Sophia’s POVThe satellite strike’s flames roared through the cove, the explosion’s heat searing the air as Dr. Voss stood on the submarine’s deck, his missile launcher gleaming, his eyes blazing with vengeance. His voice—“You thought you’d won?”—cut through the chaos, a chilling echo of his betrayal as my father’s mentor. My heart pounded, the journal and three drives clutched against my chest, their weight a tether to my father’s cipher—my memories of Orion’s stars, the key that had broadcast the Syndicate’s secrets, dismantling their empire with the microchip’s virus and the cove’s satellite uplink. Liam’s arms were around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath shallow but his love a fire that burned through my fear. His kisses in his penthouse, his vows under the city’s glow, were my lifeline, though his family’s betrayals—his parents and brother—fractured my trust. My mother and uncle, wounded but fierce, fired at the submarine, while Lily guarded the child—Liam’s bro

Sophia’s POVThe Syndicate tank’s cannon gleamed in the rain, its barrel locked on us as Dr. Voss’s protégé stood at its helm, his eyes cold with vengeance, his missile launcher a chilling promise of destruction. His words—“You’ll pay for this”—cut through the storm, a dark echo of the Syndicate’s relentless pursuit. My heart pounded, the journal and three drives clutched against my chest, their weight a tether to my father’s cipher—my memories of Orion’s stars, the key that had broadcast the Syndicate’s secrets, dismantling their empire with the microchip’s virus and the tunnel’s pulse device. Liam’s arms were around me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath shallow but his love a fire that burned through my fear. His kisses in his penthouse, his vows under the city’s glow, were my lifeline, though his family’s betrayals—his parents and brother—fractured my trust. My mother and uncle, wounded but fierce, fired at the tank, their rifles flashing, while Lily guarded the child—