91. Hundred Times Worse

Spirit’s mouth went dry, then wet again, a rush of saliva pooling under her tongue before she could stop it. She swallowed hard, but it didn’t help. Her gaze was locked on him, trapped, unable to look away no matter how much her brain screamed at her to do exactly that.He was huge. She wanted to touch it. She wanted to wrap her hand around it and feel the weight of him.Heat flooded her entire body until she felt dampness dripping between her thighs.She couldn’t tear her eyes away. She tried. She really did. But every time she blinked, her gaze dropped right back to that thick, heavy length standing proud between his legs, and every time she looked, her mouth watered a little more.Charles noticed her reaction, and it made him even harder, his shaft bobbing proudly under her gaze. He looked around the supply room, his eyes landing on different boxes of medical supplies until he saw one labeled contraceptives. He reached over and grabbed a small packet of condoms.He tore it open wi

92. May The Best Man Win

Earlier that morning, the sun hadn’t even finished rising over the Voss estate before a storm blew up right in the driveway.Immediately after Chris dropped Spirit off at her apartment, he sped straight back to the estate. He barely stepped out of his BMW before he found Charles leaning against the hood of his own vehicle, his arms crossed over his suit jacket. Charles had been waiting for him for over an hour, vibrating with rage despite the chilling morning atmosphere.“Where the hell is she?” Charles demanded the moment Chris stepped into the driveway.He marched right up to Chris, so angry that Chris could literally see a muscle ticking in his forehead.“I told you to stay the hell away from that room, Chris. Are you intentionally trying to rage-bait me lately?”Chris let out a tired, dismissive cough, unbothered by his brother’s alpha-dog routine.“She’s at her own place, Charles. Safe and sound. What, were you planning on letting her sleep until noon and then driving her to the

93. Detective Voss

Chris arrived at the hospital a few minutes later, but just as he was about to take the hallway that led straight into the surgical unit, he caught a glimpse of Mrs. Davenport and Sherlock from the disciplinary committee standing near the nurses’ station, their all-seeing eyes scanning the floor for any excuse to find fault with the staff.Chris stopped in his tracks, pulling back behind a pillar.Shit, he thought, adjusting his tie. If they catch me handing a purse to a trainee nurse, they’re gonna start asking way too many questions.Needing an alternative route to slip onto the floor unnoticed, Chris doubled back toward the staff elevators, intending to ride them straight up to the back corridors, but a yellow caution sign had been slapped across the doors.A technician in a jumpsuit waved him off.“Elevator’s down for scheduled maintenance, sir. You’re gonna have to take the stairs.”Chris sighed, muttering under his breath as he turned toward the stairwell door. He climbed the co

94. Dirty Games

“Hey, take a breath. Just calm down,” Chris breathed, stepping closer and placing a reassuring hand on her arm.“Something might not even be wrong with him, alright? If it were a real, life-or-death emergency, the school definitely would’ve shot you a text message by now. Did they send you anything?”Spirit checked the notification screen. “No. Nothing.”“See? Don’t stress. Everything’s gonna be fine, I promise.”“Yeah… thank you so much,” Spirit muttered. But as she spoke, she actively refused to look him in the eye, her gaze darting toward the floor, the exit sign, literally anywhere but his face.As a defense attorney, Chris spent his entire life studying people. He was trained to spot the tiniest, most microscopic shifts in human behavior: the micro-expressions, the nervous tics, the defensive body language that individuals exhibited when they were trying to hide something. And right now, Spirit was checking every single box on the li

95. Oakcrest Academy

Inside the indoor sports complex of Oakcrest Science and Tech Academy, Liam was literally baking in his school uniform. It was a stiff, deep emerald-green blazer stitched with a gold oak leaf crest, charcoal-gray slacks, a crisp white button-down shirt, and a suffocating striped tie that felt like a chokehold.He tugged hard at his collar, his palms slick with sweat as he stood behind his designated booth, anxiously fidgeting with his fingers and praying for a breeze.The entire complex had been transformed for the school’s STEM Discovery and Innovation Exhibition. It was an exhibition where the school’s upperclassmen, mostly eleventh and twelfth graders, showed off their most impressive technological innovations.Across the aisle, a senior was showcasing a customized, solar-tracking water purification system. To his right, another older student had built an automated drone programmed for topographical mapping.The crazy-high level of competition didn’t make Liam sweat at all. He wasn

96. The Delivery Man

Without wasting time, Liam launched straight into his presentation, momentarily forgetting about the dead engine. He let his brilliant, quick-witted mind take total control. He explained how his climate-responsive community was designed to make the most of natural sunlight, improve airflow, and collect rainwater for reuse. He walked the judges through the layout, and the automated system that would allow different sections of the structure to respond to changing weather conditions. He explained everything so casually and effortlessly that it left the judges completely floored. As the presentation went on, the judges’ hands remained folded across their chests, their faces frozen in disbelief. The surrounding chatter in the sports complex began to quiet down as a crowd of older high school students, teachers, and wandering spectators slowly gathered around Liam’s booth, completely wowed by the words coming out of a ten-year-old’s mouth. Liam pointed to different sections of the arc