Romans & histoires Expedition X Trapped In The Asylum

Most of all, I could never forget the icy cold that spread through my body when I was betrayed by the person I had trusted most. Xander's assistant crouched in front of me, having already removed his gas mask. He held a wet wipe, using it to carefully clean my arm. "Mr. Jenner Senior is waiting for you at the safehouse, and the medical team is ready to receive you," he murmured in a low, steady voice. "Our men have also taken control of the scene at the factory."

Xasha said while looking still around, "And tell the search team and Megan that I am fine they don't need to worry about anything." "We'll have to see them on our way back, And Verra is already waiting for you back in the Sky Habitat." Xasha nodded as he looked around the Arena as if searching for something. He soon became lost in thought as he began thinking about what it is that he had just experienced. He had never heard of an illusion that made people feel physical pain and torment, there was not one thing that happened that he could identify as an illusion. He was pulled back to reality by Tulip's sweet voice, " Ash?"

He didn't understand why. He opened the folder. The first pages contained legal information. Property. Companies. Assets. Then he reached the section marked: PRIMARY BENEFICIARY. Lucas paused. Before he could read it— BOOM! The underground chamber shook. Dust fell from the ceiling. Xavier turned. “They're blowing the entrance!” Another explosion. The staircase collapsed. They were trapped underground. Stacy looked at Lucas. “What now?” Lucas closed the folder. “We find another way out.” Xavier checked the map.

Only pain in her eyes. Composing herself, she shook her head in denial and the attendant left. ‘What lost in Boston remains in Boston.’ With that thought, she flew back to her hometown. From afar, Adam stared out of the floor to ceiling glass window with his both hands dipped each side of his pocket. A plane just flew high above the sky right before his eyes. It appeared distant from where he stood. The plane holds his full attention until it disappears from his line of vision. “Sir, it’s hard to repair. The whole operating system has been crushed by some virus.” The mechanic from the IT department surrenders his hands in the air breaking his trance of thought.

Chester had always felt that he and Aspen were the same type of person, but looking at things now, it seemed they weren't entirely alike. Aren's recovery brought relief to everyone, especially Aspen, who could finally put her worried heart at ease. Meanwhile, Gwyneth paced anxiously like a cat on a hot tin roof far away at the resort, unable to sit still. Zac had discovered that all the men he'd arranged were now in prison—not a single one had escaped.

Every step was a memory—of escapes, of lost friends, of the years spent pretending not to want what they both wanted now: to save something, not just themselves. The Sunken District was a patchwork of roofless buildings and feral gardens. The safehouse was there, above an old bookshop. Dust thick, windows filtered by grime, but inside, a warmth of candles and the smell of coffee left by the last occupant. Carolina sprawled on the uneven couch, exhaled hard enough to shake dust from the cushions. “You trust him?” she said. “Jensen?” Xander shrugged. “I trust him to keep a grudge. It’s the rest I don’t.”

An IV was connected to my right hand. I let out a sigh as I sat upright on the bed. I was tempted to rip off the IV and leave because I knew d*mn well I couldn’t afford such medication but I was alone in the room, without any of my belongings. If I ran away, they were likely to trace me with my ID card. The door to the room opened and a man in a white doctor’s robe approached me. “You’re awake.” I nodded carefully, still trying to make sense of exactly what was going on.

Three months later, on a night of the full moon, I stood in the expanded territory of the Lone Star Wolf pack while flipping through a report of our lands when a Beta werewolf came to me. "Silas…" He paused as if trying to choose his words carefully. "Silas managed to round up several Rogues last month. He's trying to build another pack." I put down my report. The borders of the barren land were filled with younger but weak werewolves who had been exiled. They were wild and bloodthirsty, nothing like what Silas had experienced.

The screenshot evidence on her phone changed everything, but she had no time to process it. She bolted out, running down the service corridor towards the storage area, a route she believed would lead to the back exit. However, her escape route had been modified. The steel door was now sealed by an advanced biometric lock panel. She tried pulling it, pounding it, but the door wouldn't budge. She was trapped. Right then, her phone began to vibrate violently, displaying a number she hadn't seen in a long time. Kania's instinct screamed that this was Arka.

Morana’s POV The bathroom was the only place in the house where I could lock the door without Xavier asking questions. I sat on the edge of the tub and couldn’t seem to make my breathing work right. Theodore was on a plane. Felix was moving board members. Tristan was filing charges. Everything was in motion and I was sitting in a bathroom wearing a navy dress with extraction bruises on both arms trying not to think about what happened if they didn’t move fast enough. What happened if Xavier figured it out first?