Exo Age Order Novels & Stories

It was collapsing forward. A pallet near the front entrance sat empty now. Not low. Gone. Customers circled nearby waiting for restocks that would never come fast enough. The blue interface pulsed softly again. OUTBREAK ACCELERATION DETECTED. CURRENT SURVIVAL RATE: 6.8% Then another line appeared beneath it. SOCIAL ORDER DECLINE PROBABILITY IS INCREASING. Evelyn tightened her grip on the shopping cart. She then headed deeper into the camping section.

Unless someone’s getting a crazy bonus or a private mansion out there, nobody in their right mind would volunteer. “Anyone…? No one?” My dad waved his hand, a little annoyed. Still nothing. “Alba, just pick someone. They’re all paid to do their jobs. At least one person in this room can go,” my dad said, his voice tired. Miss Alba looked around, and I had a bad feeling deep in my gut. She cleared her throat and said, “Well then, I propose Liam and Jason should go to Texas for this collaboration.” What. The. Hell.

(POV – James) There are two kinds of people in the world: those who get worked up over the smallest setbacks, and those who just go with the flow. I like to think I fall into the second group. So, when I received a call this morning notifying me that my apartment was being temporarily switched, my response was simple: “Sure, why not?” The leasing agent seemed almost… relieved. Probably because they had just finished their conversation with Clarice. I can’t help but smirk. It’s been ages since I last saw my ex, but I’d wager she’s currently in a heated discussion with someone on the other end of that line.

Mia joined in the packing while she connected Carol and Cody. "Update!" Carol said over the phone, her voice firm. "Evacuation in process," Claus said, his hands still busy. "What did you do, Man?" Cody asked. Claus was yet to respond when Carol added her question. "He ordered your execution?" "Yes, Carol," Claus responded immediately. He knew only himself and Carol understood how the beast works. "Cody! Find me a better location." Claus instructs. "We head out in five." "On it," Cody responded.

“Guys, our goddess had been hurt. Let us boycott this brand called Spirit, and let us make sure that it does not see the light of day ever again.” Because of the dress that Aria had worn, it had won praises from everyone, and a lot of people had already contacted Spirit to place their order. But seeing the commotion online, those who had already ordered called to cancel their orders. Momo and Justin were stunned at how things were unfolding. “Are these people for real? Why would the boss even push Layla? Are they going to blindly believe her just because she is a big celebrity?” Momo complained as she looked at the commotion online.

This was her second baby. And Dorian? He had been by her side every step of the way. Partner. Protector. Quiet anchor when she needed one. “I saw the early concept art for the fantasy expansion,” Dorian said, gesturing to the screen. “You’ve outdone yourself again.” Vera leaned back, her fingers tightening around the cup. “Let’s hope the market thinks so too.” “They will,” he assured, then tilted his head. “Especially once they see the teaser drop this weekend.”

“You think this is a fairytale, Xavier? You think you could ever be happy with her as Luna, when all you will have to do is fight to protect her. You think your wolf could ever love her after he sees how weak she'll make his pack?" Within seconds, Exodus was at the forefront of my brain. He sprung over to Uncle Panton's desk and with sharp claws, he clutched him by the collar, pulling him down and smashing his chest into the desk. “You will watch how you talk to me. And as Xavier told you, the girl is ours, and we are never letting her go. Now do your duty and serve us. We are the Alpha, and we want you to make preparations for our mating ceremony in two days," Exodus's voice was dripping in

“How do they hold up when everything else is falling apart?” Aiden straightened and met her gaze. Steady eyes, no flash of ego. “They’re built for overload. Adaptive flow, redundant power. They adjust in real time.” His answers came plain and direct. No salesmanship. When she pressed on oxygen concentrations and possible side effects, he answered carefully, admitting the limits of their current data without defensiveness. A nearby alarm sounded. He excused himself politely and moved to help before anyone called for him. Naomi watched him go. He knew what he was doing. In a night where almost nothing felt solid, that was something worth noticing.