The Last Station Standing
The Space Station was their home. Now, it's their coffin... and the world's most expensive weapon.
The International Space Station (ISS), a decades-long monument to human collaboration, has been given a death sentence. In just 60 days, it will be plunged into the deepest, loneliest part of the Pacific Ocean: Point Nemo.
Aboard the aging station, Dr. Elara Vance and her crew desperately need 90 more days to complete their life-saving project—a revolutionary cure for the global water crisis. But their pleas are dismissed by the ruthless CEO, Director Cyrus Thorne.
Elara discovers the terrifying truth: Thorne isn't just retiring the station; he's weaponizing it. The forced crash is a calculated act of sabotage, set at a catastrophically steep angle to guarantee the total destruction of all evidence, including their project and their crew. Worse, the crash is targeting an impossible, surgically precise coordinate at Point Nemo—the cover-up for a dark, unknown purpose.
Faced with this betrayal, Elara and her crew initiate a mutiny, launching the Ghost Orbit protocol to hijack the station and boost its altitude. Thorne immediately retaliates, seizing control from Earth and accelerating the crash sequence to ensure the astronauts die on schedule.
In a terrifying, high-stakes battle, the crew fights the forces of Earth while their habitat breaks apart. They fail to save the station, but in a final, harrowing sacrifice, they jettison a heavily reinforced escape pod, surviving the catastrophic plunge.
Now stranded, silent, and presumed dead in the remotest corner of the world, these "ghosts" have only one mission left: expose Thorne’s conspiracy and deliver the truth before the secret of Point Nemo is buried forever.
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Chapter: Chapter 17: The Weight of the SoulThe world was a blur of red emergency strobes and the rhythmic, heavy thud of Hydraulic Footfalls (the sound of metal-reinforced boots powered by machinery). Kazimir didn't wait for Elara to wake. He couldn't. He scooped her limp body into his arms, cradling her against his chest as if she were made of the finest glass. Her head fell back against his shoulder, her skin ghost-white, save for the faint, shimmering violet veins tracing her temples. "Jun, Mina! Move!" Kazimir barked. He sprinted toward the rear Decompression Vestibule (a transition room used to equalize pressure between two different environments). Every step he took felt like a lead weight was tied to his heart. For years, Kazimir had been a man of iron—a soldier who viewed emotions as Structural Flaws (weaknesses in a person's character that cause them to break under pressure). But as he felt Elara’s shallow, ragged breath against his neck, the iron was melting. Wake up, Little Star, he pleaded silently. You surviv
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Chapter: Chapter 16: The Divided HeartThe air in the stasis hall shattered. The Sentinel Drones—small, sleek spheres of matte-black metal—didn't move like birds; they moved like angry hornets. They used Omnidirectional Thrusters (engines that can fire in any direction instantly), allowing them to zip and pivot in ways that defied physics. "Behind the pods! Use the lead-glass for cover!" Kazimir roared. He didn't just command; he acted. He grabbed Elara by the tactical vest and hauled her behind the thick casing of a cryo-chamber just as a Micro-Laser (a high-intensity, narrow beam of light capable of cutting through steel) sliced through the air, melting a line across the floor where they had been standing seconds before. Kazimir pulled his Kinetic Sidearm—a weapon that uses electromagnetic rails to fire slugs at supersonic speeds—and began to pick the drones out of the air with terrifying precision. Each time he fired, he shifted his body slightly, ensuring he was always the shield between the fire and Elara. "Jun!
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Chapter: Chapter 15: The Sleepers of AetherThe hidden Access Shaft (a vertical or horizontal tunnel used for maintenance or secret entry) was a jagged throat of rock that eventually gave way to smooth, reinforced polymer. It was an umbilical cord connecting the ancient cavern to a high-tech facility that shouldn't exist. "The air is getting warmer," Jun whispered, checking his Handheld Atmospheric Monitor (a device that tracks oxygen, temperature, and toxins). "There’s a massive power source ahead. AetherCorp is drawing thermal energy directly from the Earth’s mantle." The tunnel narrowed significantly. To pass through, the crew had to move in a single file, the walls pressing in on them. It was a space so tight it forced a physical intimacy that neither Elara nor Kazimir could ignore. "I'll go first," Kazimir said. His voice was a low vibration in the small space. As Elara followed, she was inches away from him. In the darkness, her senses were hyper-tuned to his presence. She could smell the salt on his skin and the fain
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Chapter: Chapter 14: The Ancient LungThe Nautilus-7 was a coffin of cold steel. The silence was heavier than the ocean. With the engines in "Low-Power Mode" to save the batteries, the Scrubbers (machines that use chemical "soda lime" to soak up the poisonous CO2 we exhale) had finally sputtered and died. In a submarine, it’s not running out of oxygen that kills you first—it’s the CO2 Toxicity (Carbon Dioxide poisoning). As you breathe, you fill the room with waste gas. If it isn't "scrubbed" out, your blood becomes acidic. Your head throbs, your vision blurs, and your heart races as your body realizes it’s suffocating in its own waste. "Keep... your heart rates... down," Elara whispered. Every word felt like she was lifting a heavy stone. Kazimir moved through the dark cabin like a shadow. Even in the dim red emergency light, he looked like a titan carved from basalt. He reached out, his large, calloused hand steadying Elara as the sub tilted. He didn't let go immediately. His thumb brushed against her wrist, checkin
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Chapter: Chapter 13: The Breaking PointThe Nautilus-7 was dying. Inside the cabin, the sound was no longer a groan; it was a rhythmic, metallic screaming. They had passed the Test Depth (the maximum depth a sub is designed to operate safely) and were screaming toward Crush-Depth. Crush-Depth is the mathematical finish line of a submarine's life. It is the point where the billions of tons of water overhead become heavier than the titanium hull can resist. When a sub reaches crush-depth, it doesn't leak; it implodes. In less than a millisecond, the air inside is compressed so violently it reaches the temperature of the sun, and the crew is turned to dust before their nerves can even register pain. "Hull integrity at 14%!" Jun shrieked, his hands hovering over a console that was literally sparking as it deformed. "The Reaper is still pulling! Thorne is willing to kill himself just to drag us into the abyss!" "He’s not killing himself," Elara gasped, her lungs burning. "His hull is reinforced with Ametrine-Steel (a fiction
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Chapter: Chapter 12: The Breathing DeepThe darkness inside the Nautilus-7 was absolute. After the EMP (Electromagnetic Pulse—a sudden burst of energy that knocks out all electronic devices) had neutralized the mine, it had also stripped the sub of its lifeblood. The screens were black, the hum of the engines was gone, and the heaters had died. "Nobody move," Elara whispered. Her voice sounded thin in the cramped cabin. "We need to conserve oxygen." In the silence, the sounds of the deep ocean became amplified. They heard the Hull Creak (the groaning sound of the submarine’s metal shell as the immense pressure of the water outside tries to crush it). At this depth, the ocean was pressing against every square inch of the sub with the weight of a skyscraper. "Kazimir, the lights," Elara commanded. A sharp snap followed by a hiss signaled the activation of a Chemlight (a plastic tube containing chemicals that, when mixed by cracking the tube, produce a temporary glow without using electricity). A ghostly green light filled
Last Updated: 2026-01-02
Tangled in His Web
In the bustling corporate world of Los Angeles, Alexander Knight is a name that commands respect—and fear. The cold, brooding CEO of Knight Enterprises, he is ruthless in business and intolerant of incompetence. With a sharp mind, a strict routine, and no time for nonsense, Alex is the epitome of discipline.
Enter Lily Carter—a free-spirited, bubbly troublemaker who somehow lands a job as Alex’s personal assistant. With an infectious laugh, a love for spontaneity, and an uncanny ability to land herself in trouble, Lily is the exact opposite of everything Alex stands for.
Their worlds collide in the most chaotic way. From missed meetings and accidental coffee spills to clumsy falls and impulsive decisions, Lily turns Alex’s perfectly structured life into a whirlwind of madness. But as much as she infuriates him, she also awakens something in him—a warmth he has long buried.
As office gossip swirls, late-night encounters become frequent, and jealous rivals scheme to break them apart, Alex and Lily must navigate a web of misunderstandings, undeniable chemistry, and their own fears.
Will the ice-cold CEO let his walls crumble for a girl who thrives on chaos? And will Lily realize that sometimes, love is worth the risk—no matter how intimidating the man standing in her way?
A romantic comedy filled with passion, laughter, and heart-fluttering moments, Tangled in His Web is a love story set in the corporate world where opposites don’t just attract—they collide.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 92 — The Weight of KnowingKnowledge was never loud. It didn’t announce itself with drama or certainty. It settled—quietly, heavily—until breathing around it became difficult. Alexander Knight Alexander had learned early in life that the most dangerous truths were not the ones shouted across rooms, but the ones that altered how silence behaved. Knight Enterprises moved around him as usual that morning. Assistants passed with tablets. Executives spoke in lowered voices. Screens glowed with numbers that meant stability, growth, power. And yet— Something underneath it all had shifted. Alex sat at his desk, hands folded loosely, gaze fixed on nothing in particular. The attacks against the company had continued—but they were precise. Surgical. Not designed to destroy outright, but to expose vulnerabilities. Pressure points tested one by one. This wasn’t Elara. Elara liked leverage. She liked visibility. She liked people knowing she was responsible. This was something else. Melissa stood across from him,
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Chapter: CHAPTER 91 — The War You Don’t SeeAlex had stopped believing in coincidences. They were comforting lies people told themselves when patterns grew inconvenient. He stood at the far end of the conference room, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up, staring at the projection frozen on the wall. A supply chain reroute. Perfectly legal. Perfectly timed. Perfectly devastating. Melissa watched him carefully. “This isn’t Elara’s handwriting.” “No,” Alex said quietly. “She prefers spectacle.” “And this?” Melissa asked. Alex’s jaw tightened. “This is restraint.” That was what bothered him. Because restraint required patience. And patience required confidence. Someone believed they had time. “Trace the reroute,” Alex said. “Not to the source—” Melissa nodded. “To the beneficiary.” Alex finally looked at her. “Exactly.” ___________ What Alex Doesn’t Say Later, alone in his office, Alex pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk. Inside lay an old photograph. University days. Three people. Himself. Elijah.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 90 — The Man Who Never Chose SidesLily slept for barely three hours. Not because she was afraid. Because her mind refused to rest. Sebastian’s house was too quiet at night—too carefully designed, too controlled. The walls held no personal photographs. No sentimental clutter. Everything had a purpose, and nothing suggested permanence. She lay awake on the couch, staring at the ceiling, replaying fragments of the last few days. Alex’s confession. Katherine’s face. Elara’s voice—soft, deliberate, poisonous. And Sebastian. Always there. Always calm. Always watching without appearing to watch. By the time dawn crept through the tall windows, Lily had already decided something. She would not stay passive. Even if she didn’t yet know who to trust, she would no longer drift. She sat up quietly and reached for her phone. A message from Alex—sent hours ago, unanswered. Did you sleep? Her fingers hovered. Then she typed: Not much. But I’m okay. A lie. Not a cruel one. Just incomplete. She sent it anyway.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 89 — When Silence Starts to CrackSilence had a lifespan. Lily was beginning to feel it. It wasn’t loud yet. It didn’t scream or demand attention. It crept instead—into pauses between conversations, into the way Alex’s gaze lingered just a second longer than before, into the way Katherine’s presence now felt deliberate rather than coincidental. Silence, Lily realized, didn’t stay neutral forever. Eventually, it chose a side. ____________ Knight Enterprises — Midday Alexander Knight stood before the glass wall of his office, phone pressed to his ear, listening to voices from Berlin echo through the line. “Yes,” he said calmly. “I understand the implications.” A pause. “No,” he continued. “We proceed exactly as planned.” He ended the call and remained still, jaw tight. Berlin wasn’t just history anymore. It was waking up. Melissa entered quietly. “The auditors confirmed receipt of the full archive.” Alex turned. “All of it?” “Yes,” she said. “Including documents that were never meant to surface.” His ey
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Chapter: CHAPTER 88 — The Weight of What She KnowsThe problem with swallowing a truth was not the silence it created.It was the pressure.It sat in Lily’s chest like a second heartbeat—constant, demanding, impossible to ignore. Every breath felt measured now, every word filtered through the knowledge she hadn’t shared.Truth didn’t disappear when you hid it.It learned how to wait.____________Morning — Sebastian’s ApartmentLily woke before dawn.The city outside was gray and unfinished, the kind of quiet that existed only before people remembered who they were supposed to be. She lay still, staring at the ceiling, replaying the same moments over and over.Katherine’s face. Alex’s voice. Elara’s smile.Three pieces of a puzzle that refused to fit cleanly.She rose quietly, padding into the kitchen. Sebastian was already there, leaning against the counter, coffee untouched in his hand.“You didn’t sleep,” he said.“Neither did you,” Lily replied.He watched her carefully. “You’re carrying something.”She gave a small, humorless s
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Chapter: CHAPTER 87 — The Truth She SwallowedLily had always believed silence was something that happened to you. She was wrong. Sometimes, silence was a choice. And sometimes, it was the only shield you had when the ground beneath you shifted too fast to stand on. __________ The Secret Place — Days Earlier Elara didn’t invite Lily to her home. That would have been too public. Too predictable. Instead, the address led Lily to a quiet property far from the city—hidden behind iron gates and tall trees, a place that didn’t exist on any of Elara’s usual maps. A retreat. A sanctuary. Or a trap. Lily hadn’t been sure which. Elara greeted her with calm familiarity, as if they were not fractured by years of manipulation and quiet cruelty. “You look thinner,” Elara observed coolly. “Stress doesn’t suit you.” Lily didn’t respond. “That man,” Elara continued, pouring tea with deliberate grace, “has put you directly in the line of fire.” Alex. She hadn’t said his name. “He thrives on control,” Elara added softly. “On sec
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