Author Center Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ONE I tried getting up but Kate hands holds me down. I looked around the room . Its a four corner room with one window which is burglary proffed. The room is not well ventilated and we are ten sleeping in the room which makes it uncomfortable. I hate remembering how I got here. It was on my thirteenth birthday ,I was do happy that day my mom and dad took a day off from work and they asked me where i would love to go for my birthday,i wish I hadn't chosen to go to the amusement park .

It was impossible to ignore how close we were physically. "You need to drop your center of gravity," I instructed, stepping directly behind her. I placed my large hands firmly on her bare waist, pulling her back flush against my chest. Every time I corrected her posture or held her waist to guide her movements, I could feel the heavy, electric tension building between us again. She smelled like sweet peaches and sweat, an intoxicating combination that made my fangs ache. "If an alpha charges, you pivot your hips like this," I murmured, my voice dropping an octave as I rotated her hips with my hands. My thumbs grazed her bare stomach, and I felt her entire body shiver against mine.

It was something else. “Center platform,” Nira said from behind us. Her voice carried just enough to reach without drawing attention, calm and measured as always. I didn’t turn, but I felt Kaelen’s reaction immediately—a slight shift in posture, a pause that lasted less than a second before he continued walking. We didn’t question it. That was the first thing I noticed. The center platform stood open, its circular boundary etched with faint warding lines that pulsed softly beneath the surface. It wasn’t meant for standard drills. It was used for controlled demonstrations, supervised tests. Exposure.

What the center did that the other halls could not do. The center holds the memory of the whole, Adaeze read. Not the memory of what was. The memory of what is. All that the network produces in its current operation. All the specific traditions and all the differentiated readings and all the relationships between halls. The center receives all of it and holds it. Not statically. As living knowledge. Growing as the network grows. Changing as the network develops. The center is not the origin in the sense of being where everything came from. It is the origin in the sense of being where everything returns to be understood in relation to everything else. She stopped.

But as I opened the third file… My eyes lit up with joy. It was my file, my school certificates. My identification documents. Important papers I had spent years working for. Excellent results, first class and awards. “Oh my God…” I quickly gathered everything and neatly put it back into the file. But then I noticed another file underneath. I frowned. I had never seen it before. I picked it up and turned it over. There was a hospital name printed across the front. CHARIS MEDICAL CENTRE The name didn't sound familiar. I slowly opened the file.

More honest. “Good. Now breathe.” “I am breathing.” “No,” he said. “You’re holding it hostage.” She exhaled sharply in irritation, then tried again, slower this time. The flame inside her stirred, not rising, just listening. “Your centre,” Cael said. “Feel where your weight settles.” “Behind my ribs,” she answered without thinking. “Then don’t leave it.” His voice softened slightly. “Everything you do moves from there.” She nodded, still unconvinced.

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

His secretary, a meticulously efficient woman named Brenda, stood before his desk, her face pale, her hands clasped tightly. “Explain this, Brenda,” Damon stated, his voice dangerously low, each word a hammer blow. He held up a digital tablet, displaying a meticulously compiled report of his personal calendar. The entries for the past three weeks were glaringly blank, devoid of the crucial, highly sensitive notations he had specifically instructed her to maintain.

he said. She didn’t argue. They sat in the command room without speaking for a while, the maps between them still bearing the marks of what had almost been. “You know,” Tyler said eventually, “they weren’t wrong about one thing.” Lyra looked at him. “Which.” “You are the center of this,” he said. “Whether you wanted to be or not.” She considered that quietly. “Centers attract force,” she said. “And shape it,” he added. She met his gaze. “That’s the part they underestimated.”

Well not exactly abnormal but I have always found his head quite bigger than the rest of his body. He walks to the center and starts addressing us with a voice that sends chills at the back of my neck. "As we all know, the farming group depends on what we foragers gather around, your job is to bring back seeds, plants or anything that could help them keep the plants here alive. Your assignment today is to go out there and get me plants. Remember to keep an eye out for a good water spot that isn't contaminated. Those who come back with plants will graduate and become standard Foragers but those of you that come back empty handed would- well you will help the community in other ways."