Mate Mine Novels & Stories

I open the bag. A key glints in my palm. Old-fashioned, heavy, not a practical key at all—one of those glossy, romantic replicas, long neck, ornate head cut into a heart if you tilt it, into a blade if you don't. A tiny metal tag hangs from black thread: MINE on one side, TO KEEP on the other. The room tilts. Sound drops out to a pinpoint. The kettle clicks in the kitchen; I'd forgotten I'd put it back on. My phone buzzes with a calendar ping. The spreadsheet waits on my screen.

They moved very carefully, avoiding every mine along the way. They used transmitters to detect the mines and destroy them one by one. Each team member was relieved when they managed to clear most of the mines without difficulty. However, one team member's carelessness was disastrous. Unintentionally, one of the team members stepped on a mine that they had not yet detected. A powerful explosion occurred instantly, hitting the members of the Bravo team. Some of them were blown away and hit the wall hard, causing severe injuries and even death.

He pulled the curtains and looked over to Eli, "Did that wake you up?" "Was that the sound of a bomb exploding?" Eli was surprised. "The enemies would plant mines underground in real battles and no one would survive if they happened to step on them. However, in order to make the drill more realistic yet keeping the soldiers safe at the same time, we have prepared pseudo-mine rays, which are simply empty mines that wouldn't blow up but merely make sounds akin to a loud explosion," Sean explained. "Did someone just stepped on one of those things then?" Sean smiled and said softly, "Well, it could be animals that had accidentally stepped on it as well. After all, there are wolves, bears, and ot

Another firework. PIETRO IS HERS. Her grasp around me turned tighter. "You will forever be mine." "And you too, you will be forever mine, Pietro."

Trying to figure out what was wrong. “This place has a moonstone mine under the structure,” I explained to her, sounding bored because I hated wasting more time. I looked at my nails and then at her pathetic face as I hissed at her. “Tell me how we can get past this barrier and I will let you see your traitor mate before I kill him.”

I swallow the bitter thing continuing to lie on the bed. “That will help with the pain.” “And what about my eyesight?” “It will be a while,” she says, dragging a seat to where I am. Silence stretches as the minutes go by and I can't take it anymore listening to Maya's breath and constant chirping. “Get me my phone.” “From where?” She asks. “My front pocket.” Her hand goes on my thigh, her slim fingers digging into the pants pocket. “The pin is 1942, dial Matteo's line.”

The guard placed the plate of food and water, before exiting the cell. I looked down at the place of food and I felt nausea poke at my guts. The food was a soup, that has lumps of an unrecognisable item. The thought of ingesting it made my stomach churn. I decided to stay hydrated, since I was not going to eat. As soon as I picked up the cup of water, a small, white tablet fell down to the tray. I frowned and picked it up, inspecting it. I raised it up and on the body of the medicine, the Ophelia sign was boldy engraved on it.

"Mateo. You bring the charts?" Mateo spat onto the wet concrete, his dark eyes sliding past Elias to land on me. He took in my bruised knuckles, the dirt smudged across my jaw, and the subtle, telltale weight in my right pocket. A slow, yellow-toothed grin spread across his face. "You look like hell, my friend. International Maritime Security has your faces on a red notice from Lima to Tierra del Fuego. They say you blew up a mountain in Antarctica."

But I had, and I did, and something cold slid down my back. She wasn't lying to hurt anyone. I knew the difference. She was lying the way you hold a door shut against a wind. I picked up another plate and dried it, and I didn't say a word. --- We left in the late afternoon, with a jar of lemon preserves, a bag of tomatoes, and a loaf of bread wrapped in a clean cloth. At the gate, Marian took Drake's face in both her hands. "Whoever that man was," she said, "I don't want you looking for him. Do you hear me?"

ELENA POV As we reached the mine, we heard the sound of our footsteps crunching over debris. The entrance, once solid, was a mess of broken beams and cracked stone. Dust clung to the air, making it hard to breathe. The walls were scarred with deep gouges running along the sides where the rock had given way. Fallen boulders blocked paths that had once been clear, and twisted metal tracks lay scattered, torn from their place. Abandoned carts, tipped over and spilling their contents, dotted the ground. The place felt hollow and lifeless, as if all the energy had been sucked away, leaving only the remnants of chaos.