Final Space Book Novels & Stories

The solidification of Aethel-9 in the Sahara had turned the desert into a sanctuary of glass and sound, but the L1 Lagrange point was already pulsing with a different frequency. The "Second Book" was arriving, and it didn't look like a geometric dodecahedron or a city of light. It looked like a Spore-Cloud.

I hid it at the bottom of the box, packed the rest, and returned to the office to complete the handover. At the office, I found Sophia sitting in my chair. My coworkers watched silently, as if they were spectators to a showdown between us. As I walked up, Sophia crossed her legs and tossed a check onto the desk. "Ten million dollars, and this spot is mine." I calmly picked up the check and put it away. "Fine, I'll pack up." Everyone assumed I had sold out for a trivial gain and shook their heads. I paid them no mind and quietly packed my things.

On the flight home, the plane starts shaking violently. Certain I'm about to die, I call my husband, Rhys Callahan, to say my last words. He hangs up on me, and his auto-reply flashes on the screen. "Driving. On my way to pick up Daphne." I've taken 86 flights in our five years of marriage. Every time I'm about to land, I ask him to come get me, and every time, the answer is the same. "Daphne's getting in too. I have to pick her up." He picks up Daphne Langston all 86 times. The lowest point comes during a rainstorm. I drag my suitcase through the downpour outside the terminal for two hours, unable to get a ride. When I call him, Daphne's voice comes through, laughing. "Oh, Rhys is h

Seems like they want to make fun of me so I decided to finish my coffee faster and ask them to our first destination. The Family History Library. You see why I am in this place called Las Vegas? Because once upon a time, when I am so desperate to see Arianne and was in a very broken state because of her betrayal, I acted impulsive and reckless. I get to be with a girl I never know that much, fucked her all day and marry her at nightime.

It took a bit of getting used to, especially when the weather became warmer and my cock swung back and forth under my shorts, but it was surprisingly freeing to free-ball. "Does anybody have any questions?" Matt asked as the rest of the students packed away their things. It was the final lecture on a Friday afternoon, so we all knew the answer to that. "Oh, Corey" he said, "would you mind hanging back for a moment, I just want a word on that paper we were discussing last week". I smiled to myself and waited for the hall to empty before walking down to him. He closed his briefcase and ran his tongue across his bottom lip.

As expected, the screen was filled with over a thousand missed calls. Zoe let out a scornful laugh. "Next time, you should switch it up. Terminal illness? Jumping into the sea? Maybe she'll transfer all of the Warren family's assets straight to the Coles." He smiled casually. "Maybe she would." Taking advantage of the moment before anyone noticed me, I left the house, dazed and hollow. When we were eighteen, Adrian had worn a faded, repeatedly washed white shirt and knelt at the entrance of my home, appearing awkward and earnest, as he confessed his feelings.

The cigar slipped from Lucien’s mouth. The entire room froze. I spoke calmly. “Now I have chips.” “So tell me, Lucien.” “Are you calling or not?” Thirty minutes remained before the moment I died in the crocodile pit in my last life.

After all, the Summers Group shares were finally in his son's name, indirectly under his control. The Summers Group was the country's leading tech company; no media outlet would dare cross them. Hence, he believed that whatever happened that day, whatever was seen or heard, would be his final narrative to manipulate. Zayn cleared his throat and said, "Candice, switching the eggs was unfortunate but necessary. You carried Lucas. So, you deserve some credit. "If you leave the Summers Group quietly, I'll have Lucas give you a monthly allowance of 500 dollars—enough to keep you from starving."

"Sir! We have an urgent situation outside!" a loud voice rattled the cramped space of the quarters. "You candy assed moron! Haven't I told you before to leave all matters to the able hands of my assistant! Leave! Now!" a fat man lodged at a comfortable chair while holding a book with sensual depictions on it. Its contents were of women doing different positions in the most popular technique in the history of evolution. The cover title was Secret to Long Life by Jeff Depthfinder.

Ernest said. "The cleared space after the four books is different from the cleared spaces between the books," Don said. He was looking at the county, not at Ernest. "The cleared spaces between the books were the spaces where the next argument was forming. This cleared space is not that. The four books are the argument. The argument is complete." He turned his gaze to Ernest. "I do not know what comes after the complete argument."