Novel & Cerita Maze Runner Online Book

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That’s what I’m about to find out. Amara, who was unaware of Damon’s presence, watched the cars race past them. She couldn’t help but feel a surge of adrenaline rush through her body. The thrill of the race was infectious, and she found herself wanting to join in on the action. I told you you would love it, Lena said to Amara, who at first was skeptical about coming when Lena had suggested they go watch a race competition. Amara smiled. I’m glad I came. I can’t believe this is happening in our pack. Where have I been all my life?

***This is the third installment of the ‘His’ Series. There are characters in this book that is mentioned in books one and two. If you haven’t read those books, some of the background information might not make sense. Please enjoy! Leave comments and reviews! I do read them!*** Isaiah POV

The wheat ladder broke into pixels, like an old glitchy game. “June!” Dante pulled her close as they tumbled toward Earth. She clutched the Golden Book. The names were gone. The pages wiped clean. Then, one word appeared. “REBOOT.” They hit the ground—except it wasn’t the park, or the school. They stood in a place that looked like a giant factory. Thousands of Junes lined up, each holding a Golden Book. Thousands of Dantes stood beside them. A warehouse of stories. June staggered to her feet, head spinning. Next to her, another June—identical, but in a nurse’s uniform—turned and whispered, “Which version are you? Did you make it to the Oven, or die in the Pantry?”

Feeling like minutes passed between each and that the space around me was resisting the inflation of my lungs. Currents wafted over to Rampage and suffused him in an orange glow which made the pages sputter as they went faster. And made the room seem to brighten then dim as if lightning flashed in here or clouds were moving rapidly over the moon. Black, then silver, then black again. Suddenly Rampage lifted a few inches off the floor and a particular orange tentacle whipped out from him to spike into the page. Slamming the book roughly against the floor. Making the hard leather slap.

And I didn’t think the Beta had given her anything less. I turn, hugging the book closer to my side. There was no way I could get to the library now. I’d have to finish the rest of this in my room. ————————————————————————————————— NOEL I used to be able to see. This time, the maze is an endless ocean. The water is cold, chilling my skin down to a shade whiter than snow. My arms barely move with how frozen it is. Every breath I take is so ragged and choked that I don’t know how I’m still alive. The water is dark in all directions.

13 - Ruby Fridays — ۩ Racers, you have reached the final mission of your game - Midday Mile. This racetrack is full of danger and deception, with death awaiting at every turn. The Midday Mile racetrack awaits the final challenge for the eight racers competing for freedom. The racers have been provided identical high-performance racing cars for the ultimate test of speed and endurance. The track is one mile long and divided into six laps. Each lap contains different obstacles designed to slow and fail racers down to doom. If you wish to escape this arena of doom, you must cross the finish line first and claim the missing piece of the map that will show you the exit.

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“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

Sadly, it wasn’t meant to be as the screams get louder before another long whistle blows making me think they got hurt, or worse. Just then another horn sounds off. This one lower and almost baritone, like a foghorn. Then the sound of rocks shifting could be heard, like an earthquake as the walls begin to move on their own. Some lifting while others shifting into weird angles. Kinda like the hunger games, and the weird terrane that tries to kill you as I'm forced into a different passage before it could crush me. What in the world? Moving walls? Are we suddenly in Panem? "For crying out loud” I yell more to myself than to anyone else, realizing this game wouldn’t be considered fair. As this