M.i.n.e Novels & Stories

--- The Tension Peaks Aria’s hand hovered over the access panel. Cassian whispered, “Stay focused. One wrong move—” “I know,” she interrupted, her voice tight. --- The First Strike The door clicked. Aria entered first. Inside… empty. Except for a single laptop left on the desk. Connected. Live. --- The Decisive Moment She approached slowly. Every nerve taut. The screen revealed files marked sensitive, strategic, and immediate. And then she saw it. A message:

Then it wrote a single word on the pane, backward so I could read it from inside: MINE. Freshman year just started. And the valley already knows my name..

"You didn't help me, Chen. You betrayed your own blood for a seat at a table that is currently melting. You are a scavenger, and scavengers don't survive the fire. They only eat the remains." With a flick of her wrist, Minny tossed a small, black remote onto the table. It slid through the fog and bumped against Annie’s trembling hand. "The exit code is on that device," Minny whispered. "But it only works once. One person gets out before the secondary lockdown seals this floor for the next twelve hours. Choose quickly, sisters. Or cousins. Or whatever you consider yourselves to be in this wreckage." Annie’s eyes went wide. She looked at the remote, then at Chen, who was lunging toward her wit

“Look, you’re mad. Punch me.” “I think getting physical doesn’t suit my temper,” I said. “You’re petty. This is low.” “You haven’t seen her being petty yet,” another voice broke into our conversation. The owner of the voice walked down the stairs, black almond-shaped eyes looked down amused. He was half Korean, nicknamed Misha. His birth name was Gun Min He. He was the oldest member of KJM, having quit the FBI four years ago to work with us. With a lean, muscular figure and a height of about 5’8”, he had a presence that commanded attention.

(Maya’s POV) I kept glancing at the black card in my hand like it might disappear. Harrington Group International. Liam Harrington. The name sounded heavy. Too heavy for a girl like me. At exactly nine, a sleek black SUV stopped in front of my building. The man who stepped out wasn’t an ordinary driver—he looked like someone from a security agency. Tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a perfectly fitted black suit and an earpiece that glinted under the morning sun.

LUCAS’S POV I walked through the streets of no man’s land, as I was too restless to sit in the room Fenrir had provided for me in his small house that could not even be called a pack house. Despite the amount of hate and the words that had been thrown at me, I was still eager and desperate to get Hazel back from Killian’s clutches. I walked down the streets deep in thought, when I began to hear snickers and side remarks. I paid it no mind, until I heard my name, through the crowd. I looked up from the floor and looked around as I stopped dead in my tracks.

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She gripped the blanket around her, seeking refuge from the mixed emotions flooding her heart. "Mine, are you awake?" Seth asked softly, but with anxiety in his voice. Jasmine didn't answer, just remained silent in uncertainty. Seth, feeling no response, tried again. "You've been crying for too long, Mine. Can such sadness stay with me? Am I not enough for you, Mine?"

"Hey, Mino. I had no idea you were playing a game today." Mino grinned. "Yeah, it's a big one! Lucas and I are going head-to-head. Can you cheer me on?" Adelaide nodded, still looking a bit confused. "Uh, sure. Good luck, Mino." But before she could say anything else, Mino suddenly wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. "Thanks, Adelaide! You're my good luck charm! I need to get energized and inspired to win this game!" Adelaide's eyes went wide as she was enveloped in Mino's enthusiastic hug. She didn't know what to make of it, but she couldn't help but laugh at Mino's infectious energy.

Carraway softly before telling Vivian finally, “We must make the best use of our time to flee somewhere the b*stard can’t find us before he recovers.” This was the most crucial matter on hand now. Vivian and her father were both calm and sensible people. They looked at Liam upon hearing his comment, and Vivian even asked, “What kind of medicine did you douse him with? How long will the medicinal effect last?” Liam answered, “It’s a neurotoxin extracted from a poisonous spider. Without the antidote, the symptom will last for 72 hours before it dissolves slowly after that.”