Specialchem Novels & Stories

“I told you that it was okay to wait in the car.” “No. It’s okay.” He gave her hand a good squeeze which I, unfortunately, could see. He then looked at me. “This person is…?” “He is Kuronomiya Kakeru. My colleague. He joined two years after me.” She introduced me, then held his hand firmly and turned to me. “This is Ashitaka Mamura. My boyfriend.” “Pleased to meet you.” I bowed in greeting. “Pleased to meet you too.” He returned a bow.

I turn to see Acre, Sky, my mother and father and grandma Beth all standing around us, the latter three had burn marks around their necks from where the silver collars were, "Ocean, hold tight to Desert, only you can channel her powers, the rest hold hands" We all do as Lanna has instructed us and Lanna starts whispering words that sound like a chant as we stood watching the battle before us, the noise starts to dim, a light above the battle starts to decend and eventually we can see or hear anything, until a sweet voice hums a tune, calming us, then it whispers, "You have done so well, the bond of family is strong, remember to be as one",

Martin reported. "What did they do to her? How did she end up like this?"Bryce asked the servant. "Mrs Davis placed her in that machine," the servant replied, pointing to the huge machine, which looked like an enclosed hyperbaric chamber, sitting at the side of the wall. Martin got closer to the machine and began examining it. "That is how she makes people disappear. She will put them into this machine, and they will come out looking like this," the servant said, pointing to the bowl of thick, dark liquid. "When she has too many of them, they pour it away into the city sewage," she added.

She was representing his company so, she wanted him to see her do a good job. Nixen peered at his silver Audemars Piguet. “Just one 120”. “Okay, let's get going”.

He just stared at me, then nodded. “Yes!” His eyes darkened. “Do you think I enjoy watching you like this?” he said quietly. “This room is special, both for your protection and mine. It is made of ‘Umbra-bind,’ almost like selenium, the human mineral. It’s a rare substance specifically designed to weaken the powers of any Moonwhisperer.” My eyes widened. “But I’ve lost my powers. The High Priestess said so.”

A hiss of chilled air escaped, carrying the sharp tang of cold metal, chemical preservatives… and something wrong. “That smell’s not just storage,” Rio muttered. “That’s lab-grade.” His flashlight swept across rows of matte black cases, stacked with eerie precision. No barcodes. No stamps. No graffiti. Just silent, perfect order. Theo unlatched one, revealing glass vials capped in chrome, filled with faint blue luminescence. “This isn’t electronics,” Theo said, his voice low. “This is biochemical. Weaponized. And new.” “No serials,” Kade noted. “These weren’t stolen they were never registered.”

He turned his head and asked softly, "Brother Big Ken, what's going on? Is it really Wu Di who has a special magnetic field or something?" Big Ken smiled bitterly. "What magnetic field? He just carried a signal shielding device with him and could be turned on or turned off at any time. The Special Operations Group not only has members with explosive combat capability, but also has all kinds of high-tech products to support it. Most of them are things that ordinary people can only see in movies." "Uh... Okay." Alex shook his head helplessly and raised his hand to pat his forehead. Alex should have thought through such a simple question a long time ago. The reason why he didn't think about it

Chapter 17 Hannah's POV The bass was thumping through the floorboards of Sarah’s Salcedo condo long before I even stepped off the elevator. When the doors opened, the hallway smelled like a mix of expensive perfume and cheap pizza—the universal scent of a Friday night well spent. ​Inside, the transformation was complete. The "12th Floor Survivors" had officially shed their corporate skins. Ties were tied around foreheads, heels were kicked into a corner, and the air was thick with the kind of laughter that only happens when the boss isn't around.

In just one month, I'd gone from a normal woman to someone completely enslaved by desire. A conclusion was included at the bottom of the report. "Specific sound wave frequencies can effectively reverse psychological conditioning. Gradual reduction of auditory triggers will restore the subject to baseline." My breath caught. It was no wonder I'd heard that strange trickling sound during my first visit. It had seemed so familiar, but I couldn't place it. I understood it now. It was the white noise sleep aid Derek had bought for his insomnia. He'd listened to it every night for days. I'd fallen asleep to it too, many times.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN POV: Dante Moretti The "Special Room" was located three levels below the Moretti estate, encased in six feet of reinforced concrete and soundproofed with industrial-grade foam. It was a place where time ceased to exist, and where the only currency was truth.