Mr Nova’s POV
I woke up by my desk in a cold sweat. It was still dark outside so I checked my watch. 2am. The page she had written on had absorbed some of my drool. I wiped my mouth and placed the page safely at the back of my journal.
That was the first time I had dreamt of Alveera Rose. Now she had even entered my subconscious mind. I remember it was such a calm experience but I felt like I had just awoken from a nightmare. My heart was racing and I felt anxious. To this day, scientists could not explain why we dream.The threat simulation theory suggests that dreaming could be seen as an ancient biological defence mechanism. This would simulate potential threatening events and enhance the neuro-cognitive mechanisms required. Basically, in simple words, it allows you to be prepared for that situation if it were to occur in real life.That was just one of the theories, but it seemed to make sense.I shook my head.The next few months were full of long days and sleepless nights. The entire team worked on the project and none of them gave up. We got annoyed with each other when we disagreed or the calculations didn’t turn out. Alveera turned out to be the most valuable member of the team. She made sure we all stayed fed, hydrated and got at least 4 hours of sleep a day. She was basically our mother and kept us sane.We had exactly 123 failed test runs, and today felt no different. We had given up on waiting for natural storms and made an artificial method to manipulate the weather. That was a nightmare to perfect. There was a time we couldn't figure out how to make the storm stop and the facility was flooded. Luckily Gazala constructed a water catchment and storage backup plan. We sent the water off to arid areas in Africa. I guess you could say it was a win-win situation. I walked over to Alveera's apartment and knocked on her door. "Taylen my boy, come
Cuore’s povI stirred awake and felt a thin material draped over my body. I shot up and scanned the area around me. I was alone in a small room. It had plain white walls, no windows and one solid metal door. There was also an old wardrobe in the corner next to a basin and toilet. I felt a sharp pain in my arm and noticed I was attached to an IV drip that hung from a hook on the wall. I quickly ripped the needle out and felt a bit dizzy. What on earth was in that drip? I even had different clothes on. I wore a plain white shirt that was full of stains and a pair of black tights. I needed to get out of here. The single bed I was on had a quilt covering it. It was the ugliest thing I had ever seen. Random pieces of material had been sewed together to form a blanket.A gunshot went off in the distance. Where was I? This didn't look like a hospital.I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and tried to stand up. Everything felt like
"You looked confused." He laughed and pulled a chair over to sit directly in front of me. "Okay let me catch you up, you got into a car accident, slipped into a coma for roughly 6 months, left Cosa Nostra without a Padrino, oh and didn't attend your Daddy's funeral. Today is the 12th of September." "Sounds about right." The woman replied.Coma? 6...6 months. So I was right, my Dad was gone. Why didn't the family elect a new Padrino?"Here's the catch, doll. We need you to join Stidda." He stated. Ha! Give up my name for Stidda? He must be crazy. I burst out laughing which made him angry. He slapped me across the face then threatened, "That wasn't funny. It's either rot in that room we kept you in or join our families together." "Why me? Why didn't you just kill me and claim the glory?" "Cuore, you are more valuable alive than dead!" He yelled then grabbed hold of my face. "Plus there are better uses for a pretty f
Taylen's pov"Police officers are on the search for suspect Taylen Nova. A 15-year-old male that has been accused of manslaughter. He is believed to be dangerous..." The lady on the news stated as I paid for the bottle of water at the till. I tried to act calm and hoped the cashier would not notice me; I kept my face down so my hoodie could hide my identity. "Thank you," I replied as she handed me my change. I glanced at her quickly and could see she recognized me. Fridge magnets. I grabbed the water and sprinted out of the small shop by the garage. "Go!" I shouted and jumped into the vehicle Jibin and I had stolen. He started the engine and sped away.You are probably so confused, let me catch you up. Your first high will always be the best. Everything afterwards is just a downgrade. I started taking crystal meth more often after school. I found the smallest excuses to claim the situation as an emergency. Such as a derogatory comment a
I walked for what felt like hours towards the mountains. I could see the blue of the ocean on the horizon, so I decided to keep walking in the hope I would find a beach and go swimming. New Zealand had this peace about it. It was beautiful and had all sorts of weird plants. Such as the Kowhai, which was this yellow flower that from a distance looked like short bananas. I watched the birds fly in and out of them eating the nectar. I always wanted to go into a career that includes nature. Not sure what exactly but there were many interesting options. Imagine me doing something like Bear Grylls."Adventurer Taylen Nova. Your show could be called Novatures." I laughed. Jibin would have found that funny. Wait did I miss him? Nah. I just missed having someone to talk to I guess."You're a weird kid." I told myself then asked, "Wait a minute, why am I talking to myself out loud?" I shrugged my shoulders. I better get used to only having myself
Prince Tay's pov"So I planned to go through fan mail now but we can do something else if you like," I remarked as we walked into my room. Isla dropped her bag on the floor and ran to jump on my bed. "You have always had the most comfortable bed!" She squealed and grabbed a pillow to cuddle. "Fan mail? Ooh, that sounds fun." "Okay." I laughed, "Are you hungry?" "Actually, yeah! Can we get that snack platter we had the last time I was here?" I nodded and dialled the kitchen, "Bring a snack platter up to my room. Russians, cheese grillers, chicken wings, ribs, crackers with muscles..." "Mini pizza!" Isla yelled."...and mini pizza's," I ordered then hung up the phone. "Okay let's get started." She stated and walked over to my table. She took one of the letters and opened it up. "Prince Tay, you are so sexy! You are also kind and funny, please come visit Romania for a fash
News spread quickly as soon as Isla and I revealed we were "dating". My fans were angry at me for not telling them sooner but after a few apology videos, they came around. I actually gained more followers which was a shock. Usually, when a sexy man like myself gets into a relationship they lose followers. Everyone was actually happy for us. I didn't even feel guilty for lying to them. Is it lying actually? I'm going to marry her, we just aren't in love. Isla and I were named the couple of the month in July. I "confessed" my feelings to my father that same month and informed him of my plans to marry Isla.He was ecstatic and threw a week-long celebration. There was a lot of partying, Isla got so wasted one night which caused our first argument. The future Queen could drink yes but not get drunk. Even after 6 months, I didn't find her annoying, which was a good thing. I can survive the for eternity thing. "Babe," Isla called and came to sit on my lap
Mr Nova's povA second later everything came back to me. I was thrown against my team members and fell back. Just another failed test run. "I'm alive!" I laughed while still on the floor. The lab had light shining in from a massive hole in the ceiling. The floor was covered in sand and pieces of rubble. The electricity must have caused a lot of damage. "Alveera are you okay?" I asked and quickly sat up to scan the room. The other people weren't part of my team. These were strangers. There was a teenage boy, a young woman and a man wearing some bold clothes. "What the fuck!" The man shouted and stumbled back."Don't come near me!" The woman hissed in Italian and held up a dagger full of dry blood. Luckily I knew some Italian and could understand what she had said. She was dangerous, I noticed her leg had a stab wound which was the exact width of the dagger. I also saw blood run down her arm from a hole. Perhaps a bull