Kontol Tidur Novels & Stories

-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.

A sleeper indeed, now activated to stop them from reaching civilisation with a way to cure all the Sleepers. Timms’ face was covered in that familiar wispy secretion, his eyes closed yet seeing. Seeing something at any rate, determined to make them crash. Timms had abandoned his rifle, didn’t need it anymore. He had another set of weapons in his arsenal and all he’d have to do to Jackson was expose the man to his virus. Andrew wasn’t about to let that happen. He could still do what he was about to, what Timms was trying to stop him from doing because he... it, the intelligence controlling the Sleepers... knew the truth.

My mood changed drastically and Sebastian noticed this. He asked what was wrong with me and I didn't know if it was a good idea to tell him what was happening to me. -It's hard to explain. -You didn't sleep very well, did you? -Is it that noticeable? -Why can't you sleep, is something bothering you? -No, it's just that I can't get to sleep. -But I can tell you're tired, tell me what's wrong. -It's hard to explain. -I know I shouldn't interfere but it's wrong that you don't sleep, you're affecting your health.