روايات وقصص ضمن News Of The World Novel

The world didn’t change overnight. The sun still rose. The traffic still honked its daily symphony through congested streets. People still went to work, grumbling about bosses and bills. They still laughed. Still cried. Still lived. But for us, everything had changed. The headlines screamed Damien’s name for days—then weeks. “Underworld Kingpin Exposed in Explosive Leak.” “Corruption Scandal Shakes City to Its Core.” “Justice Served—But At What Cost?”

Cole's POV. The world was burning, and I was standing in the middle of it, phone in hand, watching my life collapse in real-time. Every major news outlet, every gossip blog, every social media platform was eating up the scandal like it was the juiciest story of the year. "Emily Hart Walks Out on Cole Greyson Just 2 Days After Their Wedding!" "Hart Heiress Flees Honeymoon Suite – Trouble in Billionaire Paradise?" "Cole Greyson Left Behind as His Bride Vanishes!"

He was fully expecting success in the assassination plot that Stevie had concocted and will finally get to breathe a sigh of relief. He switched the TV on, clicked to the local news channel, and waited with bated breath. He was anticipating it to be the top story since the Chief was boss among bosses in the Colony, and any news concerning him was always treated as a big deal. But the first news segment was about the inflation crisis affecting the Mother Country and its colonies. It talked about an increase in crime, widespread poverty, and food shortage but no mention of anyone assassinated. Hmm, that's weird. Maybe it will come up on the next one, he thought.

Mornings always started with a lie. A gentle sunrise casted shadows between the towering buildings while the city softly hummed to itself. It ritualistically ignored the impending chaos of the day. And the comforting illusion that to day would be completely ordinary. Ever since the attack on the penthouse though, “ordinary” had a new, more delicate meaning—like glass you shouldn’t breather too close to. A news alert. Another headline bearing Dante’s name. “Underground Trade War Erupts—Sources Suggest a New Power on the Profifr.”

After doing some surrounding investigations, she realized that there was not a real zombie here, but a special case, so she had to rush to Wangshan Village to investigate. Hearing the woman's background, the people around were shocked. Eyes of the Earth was one of the most famous magazines in the world. It had a strong influence around the world with Europe as the center. The one who was most nervous was Wang Zhonglin. He had been asked to keep it a secret. If it was reported by this reporter, it would definitely be a big problem. He returned the journalist ID card to Kathaway and said, "I'm sorry, miss. I don't know what case you're talking about, and I can't accept an interview."

When he saw that I didn't believe what he was saying, he stopped speaking and talked about another matter. But there's something I cannot forget, he told me that a time will come, where the earth won't be used as a living habitat anymore. And that time has come now!" Mr Larry explained. "Now to the question, where the beast had all came from. They all came from another world. A world that the researchers and scientist called, The Beast World. Presently, we can't tell you the details of where this world is but be rest assured, we got it all under control.

It was a domestic scene frozen in time, a reminder of the life they had almost touched. ​The "hood days" were over. The mist was rising, and the Jackals were looking. The war was followed them to the heights, and as the heavy steel doors of the vault hissed shut, Vivienne realized that peace wasn't a place you found—it was a territory you had to defend until the very end.

“Hope we don’t run into trouble today.” Bridget shot him a look. “You literally attract trouble.” Mike smirked. “He’s right, though. This city is weird these days. There are too many strange reports.” Clara’s pendant pulsed faintly. A warning. Before she could speak, the ground trembled. A loud BOOM exploded down the street. People screamed, running in every direction. Clara staggered back as thick black smoke shot into the sky. “What was that?” Bridget gasped.

Callie POV The Voss estate was quiet in the early morning hours, but my mind was anything but calm. I hadn’t slept properly since the wedding disaster. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Hazel Hudson walking down that aisle in her pathetic white dress, announcing her pregnancy like a weapon. The humiliation still burned like acid in my veins. Nylah entered my private sitting room carrying a tablet. Her eyes were bright with dark satisfaction. “It’s done,” she said, handing me the device. “The first stories went live thirty minutes ago. Three major outlets. Anonymous sources ‘close to the Royal family.’”

The conversation hung heavy in the air. Maraleona's POV I watched the world alter itself as the perfectly orchestrated news made its rounds. I looked at the screen myself, chuckling sadly at the ridiculousness of its content. The real-time global news aggregation, market reactions, and encrypted chatter among the world's most powerful criminal organizations, everything was falling into place.