Todos os capítulos de Mr. William's Rules: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

The tunnel widened gradually, the ceiling lifting as they stepped onto cracked tiles littered with rusted bolts and torn cable sheaths. The faint hum of old generators vibrated through the soles of their boots. Somewhere ahead, a low rhythmic thud echoed like a heartbeat.Sofia swept her flashlight in an arc. “This is it. The old supply depot.”The beam caught signs on the wall—faded letters stenciled decades ago: MAINTENANCE BAY 3. Massive double doors loomed ahead, one hanging crooked on broken hinges. Beyond them, pale light flickered from emergency strips still clinging to life after all these years.Adrian edged closer, peering through the gap. “Clear for now… but it’s too open.”William stepped in beside him, scanning the cavernous depot. Metal scaffolding climbed the walls, and a mezzanine circled above, cluttered with coils of wire and old crates. Overhead fans hung still, their blades choked with dust.“This is where Leonard will want us,” William said grimly. “Cover on every

The orchard thinned as they moved east, the frost‑kissed grass crunching under their boots. Moonlight spilled through the branches, silvering their breath in the cold night air. The safehouse’s distant fire was only a faint orange glow now, but the hum of engines and the occasional shout carried on the wind—a reminder that Leonard’s men were still hunting.Adrian led the way, crouched low, rifle sweeping the shadows. Behind him, Sofia kept glancing over her shoulder, ears straining for pursuit. Lily kept pace beside William, her arm still aching from the graze but her grip on her pistol steady. Justin lagged slightly, burdened by his laptop and pack, but he said nothing.The old watchtower rose ahead, a skeletal silhouette against the stars. Its wooden frame was weather‑worn, the ladder missing rungs, but it still loomed high enough to give a view over the valley. William signaled for a halt at the treeline, scanning the tower through his scope.“No movement,” he murmured. “But that d

The shockwave of the watchtower’s collapse rippled through the forest, shaking needles loose from the towering pines. Smoke curled upward, glowing orange against the night sky. Behind them, shouts erupted—men barking orders, flashlights whipping back and forth in disarray.William led the sprint, low and fast, his pistol gripped tight but ready. The pine needles cushioned their steps but snagged at their clothes as they pushed through.Adrian moved at the rear, rifle at his shoulder, pausing now and then to sweep behind them. Every time he caught movement in the trees, he fired a short, sharp burst, forcing their pursuers to duck.“Two miles northeast,” Sofia hissed between breaths, clutching the transmitter like a compass. “Service tunnel’s marked by a red maintenance sign. Keep heading toward the slope.”Lily’s legs burned, her grazed arm throbbing, but she forced herself onward, eyes fixed on William’s back. The memory of Natasha’s fall still haunted her, but there was no time to d

The ledge clung to the canyon wall like a scar, narrow enough that every step demanded focus. Gravel skittered off into the abyss with each bootfall, vanishing into the black ribbon of the river far below. Above, the cliff loomed jagged and steep, shadows hiding fractured outcrops and brittle roots.Sofia went first, her flashlight switched off to avoid giving away their position. She relied on the faint glow of moonlight spilling across the ridge. Every so often she pressed her palm to the rock face, steadying herself before moving on.Lily followed, her injured arm pressed close to her chest. The cold night air numbed the pain a little, but her legs shook—not just from exhaustion, but from the dizzying drop only inches away. William moved behind her, close enough that she could feel his presence like a steady hand even when he didn’t touch her.Adrian took the rear again, rifle trained back toward the tunnel. From somewhere deep within, the muffled crash of tools on metal echoed—a f

The night was breaking into gray when they reached the old orchard at the edge of the highway—a place choked with wild trees, their twisted branches clawing at the pale sky. Rusted farming equipment lay scattered among the rows, ghosts of another life.They slipped into the orchard, ducking low as headlights swept the distant road. William raised a hand, signaling them to halt behind a line of fallen trunks. Adrian crouched, scanning the perimeter with sharp eyes.“They’re spreading out,” Adrian whispered. “We’ve shaken off some, but not all.”Sofia checked her transmitter, its light blinking weakly. “Signal’s jammed tight now. They’re narrowing in.”Lily pressed her good hand against her ribs, catching her breath. The orchard smelled of damp earth and rot, leaves whispering above them in the wind. She felt the weight of every step they had taken, every friend they had lost, every secret still unsaid.Justin peeked through the branches, voice trembling. “We can’t keep running. They’re