Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BIKER'S NEW FOUND MATE : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Two weeks later, we had family meeting.Real meeting. Everyone sitting at table in Rusty Spoke. Me, Reaper, Albert, Grace, James, Sarah, Subject Seven, Victoria.All survivors. All broken. All trying to figure out what came next."We need to talk about the future," I said. "About what we do now. Now that entity is contained. Now that we're free. Now that we can actually live instead of just survive.""I want to go to school," Grace said. "Real school. With other kids. I want to be normal."Everyone went quiet."Baby, you're five years old who survived consciousness prison," Albert said gently. "You're not normal. You'll never be normal.""I know. But I want to try anyway. I want to play with kids who don't know about entities or prisons or dying. I want to draw pictures and learn math and be just Grace. Even if it's pretend. Even if I'm different underneath."I looked at Reaper. He nodded."Okay," I said. "We'll enroll you in school. We'll try normal. See what happens.""I want to lea

Monday morning arrived with cold rain and unwelcome news.Subject Seven called at six AM."Eva, turn on the news. Channel seven. Now."I untangled myself from Reaper's arm. Grabbed remote. Turned on television.The headline read: ENHANCED HUMANS RESURFACE. REPORTS WORLDWIDE."That's—that's impossible," I said. "The network collapsed. Everyone lost their powers. How are—""Apparently not everyone lost everything," Subject Seven said. "Some retained partial abilities. Residual quantum signatures. Others are—are developing new abilities. Different abilities. Not like yours. Not like before. But—but real. Functional. Dangerous."Reaper sat up. Looked at the screen. "How many?""Hundreds confirmed. Probably thousands unreported. Scattered worldwide. No network connecting them. No foundation supporting them. Just—just individuals with abilities they don't understand. Can't control. Can't—"An explosion on the news feed. Building in Chicago. Enhanced individual losing control. Power explodin

Three days after Maya arrived, the nightmares started.Not mine. Not Grace's. Not any of ours.Maya's.The first night, she woke up screaming. Loud enough to wake the entire building. We ran to her room. Found her standing on the bed. Hands glowing. Power crackling around her like electricity.But she wasn't awake. Eyes open but not seeing."Maya," I said softly. "Maya, it's okay. You're safe. You're—""She's coming," Maya said. Voice not her own. Deeper. Wrong. "She's coming for us. For you. For all of us. She's—she's breaking through. She's—"Her eyes focused. Really focused. Saw us. Saw the room."What happened?" she asked. Looking at the damage. The cracked walls. The shattered light fixture. "Did I do this?""You were having nightmare," Grace said. She was standing in the doorway in her pajamas. Looking concerned but not scared. "About the entity. About her escaping.""How did you know what I was dreaming?""Because I had the same dream," Grace said. "Tonight. Right before you st

They came on a Tuesday.Tuesday morning. Ten AM. Clear sky. Normal day.Then the sky tore open.Not slowly. Not carefully. Just—ripped. Like someone had grabbed reality and pulled it apart.Through the tear came three figures.They looked almost human. Almost. But wrong in ways that made my eyes hurt. Too tall. Too perfect. Moving in ways that didn't match physics. Existing in more dimensions than humans were meant to perceive.The entity's family had arrived."Everyone inside," I said. "Now."Maya and James grabbed Grace. Pulled her toward the building. She fought them."I can help! I can—""You can stay safe," I said firmly. "Go. Now."They went. Reluctantly. Grace looking back at me with fear in her eyes. Not fear for herself. Fear for me.The three figures landed in the middle of the street. Cars screeched to a halt. People screamed. Ran. Normal humans seeing something their minds couldn't process.The tallest figure stepped forward. Female form. Long hair that moved like it was u

Two months after Serantha and Vera moved in, the real test came.A man walked into the bar. Mid-thirties. Desperate eyes. Shaking hands."I need help," he said. "I'm enhanced. New. I can't—I can't control it. I'm hurting people. I need—I need someone to stop me before I kill someone."Maya was working the bar. She'd started helping Reaper. Learning the business. Finding purpose."What can you do?" she asked. Calm. Professional. Like she'd done this a hundred times."I don't know what to call it," the man said. "I touch people and—and I drain them. Their energy. Their life. I don't mean to. It just happens. My wife—" His voice broke. "My wife is in the hospital. I touched her and she—she almost died. I can't control it. I can't stop it. I need—I need help."Maya looked at me. I was across the room with Reaper. We'd heard everything."Bring him downstairs," I said. "Private room. Away from people. We'll figure this out."We took him to the basement. Not near the containment sphere. Diff