Minority Report Novels & Stories

He settled underneath the covers and tugged me towards him. I turned on the TV and scrolled through the movies till I settled on Work It, the dance movie featuring Liza Koshy and Sabrina Carpenter. I turned to Ayo and he nodded. I pressed play and turned off my lights from the switch beside me. I laid under the covers and Ayo immediately pulled me towards him and tangled our legs together. I sighed softly and watched the movie trying not to fall asleep with how completely relaxed I felt in Ayo's arms. ---------->>>>>>>

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

Come back to the cabin and we can figure this out together. I’m sorry to put you through this. I just wanted all this to end so we are done being isolated from the rest of the world as though we were nothing. I’ve been in your mind secretly and I have seen every detail of your life. An experiment that didn’t go as planned. A scientist that made you this way. It’s no life to live, especially if you have done it on your own for the first 3 decades. I meant this as an apology but I have peaked into his mind out of curiosity.

Xander Hayes The door slammed, echoing against the morning silence as I hopped from the driver's side of the Audi A8 L, Peter Monroe's preferred vehicle for transport. Three months into this job and I still can't get a hang of not being early. I guess it's just stuck with me after spending all those years in my line of work. Besides, I know firsthand not to keep bosses waiting.

And it wasn't of the main 'crime scene. It was of a different, obscure section of the mill. An isolated, rarely visited section near an old ventilation shaft. A small, dark figure was clearly visible in the grainy footage, meticulously positioning something. The figure was undeniably me. My distinct, tailored coat. My hair, pulled back just so. And the timestamp... hours before the "kidnapping." "No," I whispered, the word a desperate, choked gasp. “This-this isn’t real at all.” My hands began to shake as I looked up, tears immediately threatening to fall as panic set in.

“I'm sure both of us can imagine what you'll find in there. It will be all right, though, if you decide to turn back. No one would think less of you for it.” She smiled at him over her shoulder. “Merci, Eric. But this must be done.” She turned the knob and opened the door. Inside the room was a bed accompanied by two chairs. Two women, clothed as much as the ones in the main room, were seated, watching the display. A hideous one indeed, as a naked man and woman lay in the bed and the man viciously plundered the woman's body. But no, she didn’t seem to be in pain. She moaned and held him against her in mindless desire. Though Fara was not accustomed to such acts, she had heard talk from serva

My family is democratic. Every decision is always settled by a family vote. Mom, Dad, my older brother, and my little sister each get one vote. I get one vote too. But the problem is that four votes always beat one. I never win. When I'm a sophomore in high school, my brother, Jonathan Hayes, wants a new computer. The vote passes four to one. The money I'd spent three years saving for college course fees disappears overnight. During senior year, I earn an early admission offer from North City University. My little sister, Jasmine Hayes, bursts into tears, saying she doesn't want me to move so far away. So, the family holds another vote. Dad places an application form on the table and s

It felt a bit uncomfortable at most, but I kept my eyes firmly on the screen. I didn’t know what I was seeing, but doctor Ward clearly did. I didn’t want to look at Robert, I don’t think it would be good for my mental well being if I could see that he had seen me throw up and get a probe up my vagina within half an hour. There wasn’t a clear image of a child or of a set of twins there like in the movies, it barely looked like a peanut. “I am seeing one child.” He informed us.

They were over thirty men. After passing through endless security protocols, they came to an inner room but the door was shut. The homeless man urged him forward, “ He is ready to see you". X led him towards the door, after a light tap, he opened it leading them in. A large man was sprawled across a chair with a jug in his hand. Everything about him screamed violence, he looked to be in his mid-thirties. He had a long scar that ran across his forehead through his right eye and stopped just above his chin, the eye looked functional. His eyes were black as midnight and so was his hair.

She was wearing the same perfume she had on the first time we met. I drove for a while, keeping my hands on the steering wheel with effort. "I had a friend tell me about this place," I informed Mahina. "He said some of his friends hang there. I make no promises. If it ends up not being your scene, just let me know, and we'll leave, no problem, ok?" A man stopped us as I drove into the parking garage Ed recommended. "Name?" the man demanded. "miniature wolf, " I supplied, hoping it was the name Ed had given here.