Southern Reach Series Novels & Stories

The cold water rushed into my nose and ears, and the freezing sensation enveloped me. As my consciousness started to fade, the distant screams of bystanders seemed to drift away. Through the dark water, it felt as if I had traveled across time and space, arriving in a place completely different from the real world. After three thousand five hundred and forty-five days, I finally saw her again. With red eyes, I watched as Emma gently cared for a little girl, and I called out softly, "Emma, I’ve come to find you." But she did not seem to hear me, taking the little girl’s hand and preparing to leave.

He looked at me with the expression I had come to recognize: the specific adjustment of a person who had heard my name and classification and was now recalibrating the expectation against the reality of the room. I looked back at him at my own pace. "Thank you for seeing me," I said. "Of course," he said. I opened the notebook. I gave him the information in the order that would produce the most accurate picture of what he was actually in service of. The Southern Reaches claim history first—what it was, where it came from, and what had been done to make it dormant. Then the extraction consortium: four years of planning, the geological formation that made the land valuable, the foundational as

"That's not a wise thing to do, wrong timing... insensitive." "Chief Onapuruagu and Chief Kaave aren't the only owners of a yacht in Dirty South." With her heartbeat jumping into double time, Georgianna stared at Larissa. "This one belongs to a big shot in Dirty South." "You're really living the life hunie, and you deserve it. Goodbye to trenches, bestie." Hell, she was smiling now. Georgianna hated fretting but couldn't help herself, emptying another glass of wine, she dropped the glass. "That's what you get when your surname ends with Kaave."

Henry took a sip of water before placing a stack of documents on Winifred’s desk. “Miss Zea, have you heard of Southern Sophistication?” He asked. “Southern Sophistication,” Winifred said before she went silent for two seconds. “I have heard about it,” she said and nodded quickly. “Southern Sophistication is the largest new media platform in the south, and it’s dedicated to promoting fashion brands,” Henry explained. “It is as prominent as Northern Grace in the north,” Winifred said.

The next day, I received a call from Sophia, claiming she had insider information about the Sorrentino family’s downfall, and asked to meet me by the seaside. On a cliff overlooking the waves, Sophia’s eyes glinted with unmasked malice when she saw me. “Lena, don’t think that Nico still pining for you means you’ve won. Let me tell you, when the Sorrentino family fell, he played a part. He sold your family’s business secrets to our rivals.

"When you're broken you need to be reborn. Do not fight the Pain; embrace it. Accept it. Live it. Don't rush the process, you need to swim in the deep end for a while to build you muscles. Learn. Keep swimming. You will be stronger for it." - Caitlin Cooper ************************************

"I salute, great Chief Kaave. King of the city streets." THE END. Hi lovely readers, I hope you enjoyed Dirty South? It was an interesting journey with you guys. Now, the good news is this, Dirty South 2 is about to be up! A lot of twists and turns you never detected will be unveiled in 2. I'm sure you never saw that coming. It'll be dirtier, hotter, and a roller coaster ride. cheers to more fun with Dirty South. Warm regards, Pinkie Alaha.

My mind went blank with a buzz. A few seconds later, I snapped back to my senses. It was my partner—he had returned. He pulled me into his arms. I lifted my face with a smile and looked at Edward, slowly regaining my composure. Edward stopped in his tracks and took the initiative to extend his hand. "Hello. Edward Miles, your new neighbor." "Hello, I'm Donna Anderson. This is my husband, Ryan Mckey." Edward nodded at me, his expression complicated as he studied my face.