Author Center Novels & Stories

The sun was barely up when Evelyn received a message on her burner phone—a number that only a few trusted people knew. The text was brief and to the point: *Meet me at the old cathedral. Midnight. Come alone.* Evelyn’s heart pounded as she read the message. Kade didn’t waste time. The old cathedral was a relic from a forgotten era, long abandoned and shrouded in urban legend. It was the perfect place for a clandestine meeting, far from the prying eyes of The Tribunal.

Kindly understand this, Mike," Natalie tried to make him understand. "You don't like him. You have no feelings for him. Would you live with a man you have no feelings for? Would you be able to live like this for the rest of your life with someone who doesn't love you, someone you don't love? You can never live like this, Natalie. And I know that Mr. Center has no feelings for you. In the world of business, Mr. Center is known as a heartless man. He doesn't understand anything except business.

SYSTEMS ROTATING ACCORDINGLY. Cassian speaks aloud to no one in the control room: “She doesn’t need to take the lead.” “She just needs to sit long enough for the world to remember what it feels like to orbit something that doesn’t collapse under weight.” And far below, in the lowest latency thread: a code line auto-generates no user, no author. It says only this: “Center is not position. It is stillness remembered across a hundred systems and shaped into motion that doesn’t break it.”

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Among them were Aric and Kaida, two stalwarts of the Unity Movement who had been instrumental in transforming the center into a hub of community engagement and social progress. Aric, hunched over a set of blueprints, was deep in conversation with a group of volunteers. They were discussing the expansion of the center's educational facilities, a project that had been on the drawing board for several months. Kaida, on the other hand, was busy with a group of young artists who were brainstorming ideas for a mural that would adorn the center's outer wall. The mural was envisioned to be a representation of the community's shared journey toward unity and understanding, a symbol of their collective

“That was fast.” “Mom sent me,” I swallow, my heart racing already. “I told her I wanted to get a back tattoo, nothing big, just three butterflies of different sizes lined up in flight and beside each I want the last two digits of mine, London, and Blair’s birth year written. So that's nine five, zero two, and zero six..” He nods once, eyes drifting down my body for a second before flicking back to my face. “Alright, follow me out back, let’s get you set up.”

00ms] Xander stepped into the center of the projection, his presence causing the holographic lines to ripple and bow toward him. As the Living Core, he was the anchor of our world, but even he looked grim. The silver runes on his arms were pulsing with a violent, staccato rhythm—the sound of the Earth itself bracing for impact.

Bag after bag of plasma was pumped into my veins. One raw, guttural scream tore out of me, and then the sound of a baby crying filled the room. On my phone, the screen was still frozen on one last image. Jasper and Fiona were locked in a kiss beneath the Aurelian Tower. I held my crying son and let the tears fall without stopping.

Leon said with an eerie smile. I gulped down the cold glass of water, reached into my pocket and took out my platinum grey card. I have about three hours left. “ After this, we proceed to phase three.” I declared.

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