Novelas y relatos de Redeemed

He clutched a drink with both hands to stop them from shaking. Opposite him sat a woman in a shimmering red dress—an NPC contact. Reed slid a small silver chip across the table to her. "Target has passed the data," Ren hissed over comms. "Jinx, intercept the woman in red. I have Reed." "On it," Jinx’s voice whispered in his ear. Ren watched from above. He saw the woman in red stand up to leave. As she moved toward the exit, a shimmer in the air appeared next to her.

“I… I read that. I thought it was legalese.” Alexander’s rebar speared his shard—young Alexander, MIT dorm, Victor laughing as he signed the wager. The glass absorbed the rebar, melted it, reformed it into a red ticket that floated to his hand. UPGRADE TOKEN: VALID FOR ONE SOUL. His face went white. “This is the same ticket. From the train.”

But because she loved him. Late that night, Ryan heard a soft knock at the front door. When he opened it, no one was there. Only a large brown envelope rested neatly on the welcome mat. His heartbeat quickened. He carried it inside and carefully opened it. A yellowed newspaper clipping slid onto the table. The headline immediately caught his attention. STERLING HOLDINGS SELLS MAJOR ASSETS TO WALKER GROUP Ryan stared at the page. The article was nearly fifteen years old. His eyes stopped on one word.

Too little, too late. Then, I looked down at the disgraced mother and son, my voice ice-cold as I continued, "Return the 50% of the shares under your name, the apartment we lived in, and every asset you bought with my money in three days' time." I paused as a chilling smile tugged at my lips. "Otherwise, my father will personally teach you a lesson." Ethan broke down right then and there. He paid no heed to the blood streaming down his forehead as he crawled on the ground like a worm, slamming his head against the floor repeatedly.

I scratched my head. Benji didn’t flinch. He walked closer, pulling the prophecy up from the pile of paver and books that sat off to the side of my desk. “And that’s exactly why you need to look at it.” He opened it, searching before placing his finger over what he’s looking. My gaze drifted to the page he placed in front of me. He cleared his throat, and began to read,. “When the moon is crimson, The redeemer will stand.” He paused, his gaze meeting mine.