Maze Runner Minho Novels & Stories

--- A High-Stakes Confrontation The team realized the enemy wasn’t just inside—they were leveraging outside forces. Security alerts spiked. Physical movement reports came in. Aria and Cassian barely had time to adjust. --- The Chase Begins They moved swiftly, tracking the infiltrator both digitally and physically. Every step was calculated. Every move had consequences. Every heartbeat was amplified. --- Near Revelation Finally, they reached the target—a hidden office in the lower levels. But the door was locked. And someone was already inside. --- The Tension Peaks

"Okay, what about Lance? Sensitive new age guy. He recites poetry when he's climaxing. Actually, on second thoughts, he's not a good idea. The last thing you need right now is a sensitive man." "I don't need any man, thank you." "Don't be silly. Listen to me—I know you better than you know yourself. Okay, there's a guy I met about a month ago at the races. He's got a huge gambling problem so he can't buy you dinner, but he will give you a good tip. Or there's Vaughn. Well hung, knows all the best moves and is as supple as a gymnast." Lucy paused. "On second thoughts, I think I'll keep that one for myself."

I wanted to settle in first before getting one but I think it will be easier having a car than depending on rides. * ''This is not where I live, what are we doing here?" I harshly whisper staring at the big writings of Leone groups. "Boss wanted me to bring you here," He says and I quickly shake my head. They want to cause me trouble. Vin is surrounded by social gossipers and if by any chance I am seen with him, Shit will be over for me. "You don't understand..." I furrow my brows trying to remember his name. Fuck. "Dre.. my name is Dre" He chuckles and I wonder why he isn't upset that I forgot his name. If I told someone my name and they forgot, I would feel so embarrassed to remind them.

Our task: reach the summit before sunset while carrying supplies, signaling our progress to the observers. The maze was treacherous. Sharp rocks, sudden drops, and narrow ledges forced every step to be precise. Daren slipped once, and instinctively, I reached for him, steadying him while keeping our momentum. Liora’s eyes were fixed on a distant marker, calculating the shortest route while avoiding traps. The bond pulsed, guiding my focus, alerting me to subtle shifts in the terrain and the presence of hidden dangers.

But he trudged on. Soon enough, Minho reached the borders. Only to be greeted by a massive fiery ball of wrath in the face. He pulled his arms up towards himself, his arms taking the brunt of the flames. Biting back a cry, Minho crouched down, steadying his bow and arrow as he confronted the sheer number of demons in front of him. He braced himself for an attack, but it did not come.

A single sound, small but loaded with confidence, that was enough to make Jeo hesitate. The alley seemed to shrink around them. Every trash can, every puddle, every flicker of sunlight suddenly felt like part of a stage, ready for the impending duel. Minsung’s mind was already racing through possibilities his Sambo base, his mother’s teachings, the quick pivots and leverage points he could exploit.

His lower back ached,a dull, throbbing reminder of the tension he carried in his spine like a second skeleton. As he straightened up, he heard them. Footsteps. Fast, light, padding against the marble. Min looked up. He froze. Han Jun-woo was running toward him from the kitchen. He stopped abruptly near the foyer console, his socks sliding slightly on the polished floor. "You're back," Jun breathed. Min didn't speak. He couldn't. His brain, usually a fortress of logic and strategy, short-circuited.

Another explosion took place near the Han River and some Tiger members were seriously injured. Han river turned into a battle filled. Nora was trying to find a way out of that bridge. Waves of fire were heading for her. Her head was spinning as a result of excessive blood loss. Minho gave instructions to Sang and Jungwoo and they took the yacht out to find TaeHwan. Minho's eyes came down on Nora who was trapped between the flames. His heart jumped out of beat. The bridge was slowly sinking on the northern side. Minho quickly watched around and grabbed the MTTY Y2K superbike, a bike that had a helicopter engine. He sat over it and tightened the clutch. He pressed the equipment and the superbi

Henry landed on the floor, the back of his head hitting a small hardwood table. Henry hissed at the pain, then slowly helped himself back up. Yes, Brian was more muscular and it was obvious to everyone that he had more strength than his younger brother, Henry. But Henry didn't want to be weak anymore. He also wanted to show his elder brother that he could fight for what he wanted.

I had my head down not wanting to be recognized quickly. I heard master Derek talking to a guard. " Good morning I am Ferdinand Jones and this is my wife Sandra Jones" Derek said with a fake smile and Magnus waved and smiled like the wife he was. "Good morning sir Ferdinand, I'm Nolan. who is this ?" The guard was asking of me now. " Oh , we caught this slave trying to escape so we brought her back here. Could you take us to the head master's office so we could meet him". Magnus said.