M.i.n.e Novels & Stories

“Hurry up, Ian. I feel dirty!” Kimberly shouted from the living room, waiting for Ian to come downstairs and accompany her so they would both go to the lake and have their bath. “Coming princess!” Ian shouted back from the room. A smile crept up Kimberly’s face at the pet name. Ian appeared within minutes, dressed in a white t-shirt and khaki shorts. Kimberly mentally drooled over his body. He looked so sexy on his tight t-shirt that revealed his incredible muscles, defining his abs perfectly. She felt so blessed to have him in her life.

I am just too concentrated on my work and don't want to waste my time for the unmeaningful greetings. I clicked on my floor which was at top and the only cabin there. The elevator started and I took out my phone checking for mails and any important messages. Whilst checking them up, I found a weird text message which was from my so-called bestfriends Varun Dhawan and Siddharth Malhotra.

Inside the elevator running upwards, Mizu was holding a rectangular card with her profile. The supposed to be named was written as Player 11659, with the data record of her skills and people killed, showed in the pentagon shape on the side, which is 'Zero.' Then a capitalize letter on the topmost indicates the group she's in, the "EAST HOUSE" and her level under her pic, 'Level 1' a beginner. This will change every fight, she will have, after the scanning.

Her friend’s voice came through loud: “Mina, the heels in that photo are exactly like yours! Aren’t they limited edition? Only two pairs in the world? Were you the one?” Mina laughed at first, confused. “What do you mean?” Her friend laughed too. “Check T*****r right now.” I leaned closer to my laptop as Mina opened the app. The scream that tore from her throat was pure music. Christian jumped up beside her. “What is it?” he asked sharply. She shoved the phone at him without a word.

"Hey, Mom! The AI is glitching again! The 'Meilin' unit is trying to leave the sandbox!" Meilin and Leo froze. The "Source-Node" wasn't a machine. It was a Save-File.

I asked. Mina stared back at me. “What do you mean? I fuck too.” I shook my head. “That is not what I mean. That is a PTS. Something like that shouldn't exist in the North. Tech like that is banned.” Mina looked at the stick. She spoke casually, as if she were discussing the weather. “I got it the same way I got the recording crystal you used on your mother. I hoard things, Sera. Is you forgetting my mother was from the South?”

"It’s a neural-hijack," Mina’s voice crackled through the comms, though her tone was distorted, vibrating with that same neon-green frequency. "Boss... I can’t... the code is beautiful. It’s not just data. It’s every regret we’ve ever had, repackaged as a command." "Mina! Stay with me!" Elena shouted, but the line went to a terrifying, rhythmic static.

A groan escaped Drake’s lips as he rested his forehead against mine. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I couldn’t stop laughing. The expression on his face made it impossible. Still smiling, I reached into my purse and pulled out my phone. Unknown Number. I frowned. The number wasn’t familiar. Probably spam. Without bothering to open the message that followed, I silenced the phone and shoved it back into my bag. “Important?” Drake asked. I shook my head. “No.” “Good.” His eyes lingered on mine. “Because I was busy.”

"Asher... Asher! Please take deep breaths. Deep breaths please." Asher struggled to hear her over the sound of his own breathing and the ringing in his ears. His vision was blurry, and the person he was sure was Lily a minute ago, suddenly seemed like his mother and she was... She was... " Asher! " Lily's scream jolted his mind and the person was once again, Lily, although blurry. He could tell it was her now. " Please take a deep breath, please. No, think of a color, three colours! Red. Pink. Orange. Think of them"

The cold liquid splashed across her hand, fully waking her up and thoroughly pissing her off. “This better be good,” she growled into the phone without bothering to check the caller ID. “Like life-or-death emergency good, because if you woke me up to tell me about some minor scheduling change, I will hunt you down and—” “Good morning to you too, Ms. Moreles.” The voice stopped her mid-threat. Deep, smooth, with just a hint of amusement that made her teeth clench. She would recognize that snobbish tone anywhere. Rohan Marquez.