Live Wire Novels & Stories

rather than anything more honest. Maya listens. She asks just enough. Not too many questions, because questions make people remember you. Agreement makes people keep talking. "Filters?" she asks. Pete points at her like she has passed a test. "Sawyer for mobile. Berkey for static if you've got space. Don't get cute and think a LifeStraw is your whole plan." LUS says: Recommendation quality: acceptable. Maya files it. Pete lowers his voice. "You carrying?"

Of course, the warriors saw the baby in her arms but did not say anything. ‘Alpha, we have found Luna and we are on the way back to the packhouse,’ one of the warriors reported. ‘Is she okay?’ asked Damien worried that something might have happened to her since her mind link did not go through. ‘Yes, alpha, she is alright.’ Reported the warrior, Damien nodded as if they could see him and cut the link.

Avant is in her late twenties, a woman who came from a prominent family in North London. I can sense that this body is not happy to live her life. Maybe that’s the reason why I woke up to take over her identity for God knows how long! I exclaimed out of frustration. I just came from a war last night I was a soldier the other day who fought in a battle against Russia. The body that I have taken care of was owned by a cowardly soldier he has been in love with the other guy who’s also a coward like him and he even used women to cover up his real self what a pathetic mortal.

When the lab's findings hit the livestream, the chat detonated. [The video is fake! Wendy was lying!] [So the wound on her belly is fake too! She was never pregnant!] [We got played. Wendy, you horrible woman!] [I was just cursing at May… I was cursing at a dead woman…] There was no blood left in Wendy's face. She watched the chat she had whipped into a frenzy turn on her one comment at a time. Her lips were shaking. "That isn't… That isn't what happened." She turned to Tristan.

She was scared that something bad might happen soon. She started walking further and suddenly she felt like someone was calling her even though there was no noise. She started walking in that direction without thinking twice. It felt like something was pulling her, she was able to see the threads wrapped around her again and she noticed that it led to a direction. She followed it and after walking for some time she noticed that it went into a grave. She looked at the name and was a little shocked to see who it belonged to. “Luan Miler: 1975-1995”

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

.📍 Living With him 📍 [ Taming Mr popular] Episode 18 By Adebayo dolapo. Mrs Rachel POV 💣 My plans are going the way I want it, I can't wait to have you as the wife of my son... I laughed slightly... I already sent a maid to be giving me free back about them , I can't wait for my son be in love with miss crazy 🙄🙄🤣. Ma'am am ready, I heard my p.a voice.

The concrete floor. Under the men’s boots, a thin wire was visible. Barely thicker than a hair. It ran along the joint of the concrete slab. It was a tripwire. But not for an alarm. "Shock," Damian whispered. "High voltage." I froze. Damian hadn't just been checking pipes. He had been setting traps. The mercenary holding Damian shifted his weight. "Don't move!" I screamed. But the man took a step forward. His boot caught the wire. A blinding arc of blue electricity snapped from the floor. The man convulsed, his body jerking violently as thousands of volts surged through the rebar in the concrete and into the wire.

"Miss Renée is being charged with third-degree arson. She needs to come with us now." My life is over. I'm dead. I'm fucking screwed. My throat is dry. My head is banging. I think I'm going to vomit. ****

Before anyone could answer, two smaller voices cut through the hush. “W.I.L.D.,” Kael piped up, his tiny fists clenched with the seriousness only a child could summon. Everyone turned, eyes darting to the twins where they stood next to their Auntie E. Liora stood up straighter, her curls bouncing as she declared, “It means We Inspire Love Daily.” Her little voice trembled with passion, but it struck truer than any weapon. “Daddy told us. That’s what being W.I.L.D. really is. We don’t stop loving, even when it’s scary. We don’t stop fighting, even when it hurts.”