Mate Mine Novels & Stories

Let the pendant settle against my collarbone. My fingers traced it slowly. The worn chain. The simple pendant. Eleven years old and still the only thing I'd ever owned that felt like mine. "What's so special about that necklace." I looked up in the mirror. Damien stood in the doorway behind me. His eyes were on the necklace at my throat. Something in his expression I couldn't read — still and focused and more intense than the question warranted. I didn't answer him. He moved. One second he was in the doorway.

A video loaded. My son’s voice. Soft. Vulnerable. Unaware. “I don’t want to go back there…” My breath caught. No. No, no, no. This wasn’t- This couldn’t be I exited the page. But the damage was already done. My phone started vibrating nonstop now. Messages. Notifications. Unknown numbers. It was spreading. Fast. Too fast. Another message popped up. From someone I barely spoke to anymore. “Girl… what is going on??”

He had spent the time meticulously cleaning his sidearm—a habit of a man who no longer knew what to do with his hands when they weren't holding a weapon or a steering wheel. "The smart-mines in the Balearic Basin are active," I said, my voice sounding unnervingly loud in the cramped cabin. I kept my eyes fixed on the thermal sensors. "The Strike-Willow must have triggered the 'Area Denial' protocols before we left Marseille. They’re trying to box us in." "They’re not mine-sweeping," Ethan said, his voice a low rasp. "They’re listening. Those mines are acoustic-trigger. If we push the turbines past three knots, the vibrations will draw them in like sharks."

Some lines were never meant to be crossed. Aria knew that. She had repeated it to herself more times than she could count. Like a rule. Like a warning. Like something that would keep her grounded when everything else started to slip. But rules only worked… When you still believed in them. --- The Choice The message was still there. Burned into her screen. Burned into her mind. “You know where to find me.” And the worst part was— He was right. ---

He gave a suggestive smirk that makes bile rise in my throat. ‘Guys, I could really use some help right now,’ I say in the mind-link. ‘We’re coming,’ Alessandro says. ‘There’s a villager here who knows about an old mine shaft that we think could be your dungeon. It’s not far.’ ‘Please hurry,’ I say, though I know they’re doing the best they can.

A young woman with a shock of neon-blue hair and a dozen piercings stepped in, holding a cracked tablet. "The 'Shadow Empress' is a myth on the dark web already," the girl said in thick French-accented English. "They say you burned the Geneva Vault with a wave of your hand. They say the Northwoods are falling because a woman stole the sun." Elena looked at the girl. This was the first recruit of her new Syndicate. "What’s your name?" "Mina. I run the signals for the Marseille docks. Or I did, until your 'Sync-Wave' fried half my servers." Mina looked at Elena with a mixture of awe and defiance. "If you're who they say you are... prove it. Give me back my grid."

"How deep does this mine go?" "Levels," Stark said, checking a map on the wall. "There are six levels. We are on level one. Why?" "Because my mother left me a pet," I said. "And I think it's time to feed it." I stood up, grabbing the still empty pistol and shoved it into my belt. I grabbed a heavy wrench from a shelf. "Where are you going?" Madame D asked. "Down," I said. "To Level Six." "The elevators don't go that deep," Stark warned. "The shafts were sealed."

Said the hacker and earned a glare from us. Kevin point at aarav's last location. Indeed he was right. The other small triangle lie just near aarav's location. "And what is that red triangle? " I ask looking at Kevin. He shrugged so I looked at hacker for answer. "The other one's location" He replied "Crystal" I whisper. "Crystal “Kevin confirm I fucking knew I fucking knew this was it. I fucking knew...

There's a small squeal in the corner, and Beck holds up a mouse. "Sorry, not enough to share and I'm eating meat tonight." "Jerk," Marinah mutters under her breath. I can't help smiling. "The last time I suggested you try mouse, you almost killed me with your glare. What's changed?" "MREs," she snarls. I lean in close and whisper huskily in her ear, "I'll find you warm food. That's one of my jobs as mate." She licks her lips. "What's my job?"

Mine is Scott by the way, no matter how stupid or dumb he is, he is still kind of cute Till later humans 💙💙 See you when I publish the next story💙