Splitting Adam 2 Novels & Stories

“Fragments. The main code is distributed across satellites. I can’t stop it alone.” She took a long breath. “Then we dismantle him for good.” They worked through the night, flesh and phantom fused in shared purpose. He guided her through code channels while the waves hammered constant percussion on the hull. For every subroutine she cracked, another reconfigured. Crane’s intelligence was sprawling, adaptive. “Get the parity keys,” the digital Adrian advised, voice fading in static. “Once you isolate the seed protocol, it splices every node he owns.” “And you?” she asked.

Jalyssa comments. “Those two idiots I hired tried to run her off the road into a tree instead of causing her to crash into someone else. They were unable to break into the apartment because Kaden has a state-of-the-art security alarm through out the whole building. This is why I am looking for different ways. Plus, we still can’t figure out who sent those recordings and videos to Aaron and the boys.” I reply.

He looks so tired by the side. “I think we should also teach the warriors formations. We can place them in groups with different strengths. Maybe groups of 24 each. I will teach them how to fight as a team, it helps them to have each other's backs and the weaker ones don't die off easily.” Adam said from his chair. I know that his pack was known to have the best formations. “That's good for us. Thank you, Alpha Adam. Anything else?” “Yes, I will soon be done with protective gear and will need you people to try it on so I know where I can improve on.” My mates spoke up and everyone nodded at her.

“And thank you for understanding.” “Then join me in the pool?” I grinned. “Of course.” “Great. For now, let’s just enjoy the water.” Adam pulled his shirt off, revealing his smooth, ripped bare chest and six-pack, then he slid his sport shorts down—leaving only a pair of dark blue swimming trunks. His eyes glued to mine as if tempting me to jump onto him. I could just watch him do this all day. I crossed my arms. “You have to do that, huh?”

he muttered, stepping inside with a scowl. Adam moved like lightning. He struck from behind, smashing the brick against the man’s skull with a sickening thud. The guard crumpled instantly. Adam dragged the body out of sight, breathing hard, but his movements were steady. Controlled. Seconds later, the second guard strode in, muttering, “What’s taking him so—” He didn’t finish. THUD! Another strike. Another body hitting the ground. Silence. My breath caught. Adam had taken them down. Alone.

Mike took another sip of his drink. "But look now instead I killed a lot of people." Mike's hoarse words made Adam pensive, the man with dark eyes who now looked wistful was contemplating all he had done so far, the grave sins he had committed. Adam was normal at first, before power destroyed his normal mind, Adam was power mad and he admitted it. If only. If only, Mark intends to take over all of their father's dirty work, then Adam will not hesitate to fight with his own biological brother.

Monday couldn’t get there fast enough. They both got dressed and headed in to see each other. Work would wait...everything would. Adam showered and dressed in the sexiest suite he had. He wanted to look and smell good for her. He was ready to make their thing exclusive. He was still unsure what it was before, however, he knew what it was now. He was her man and nothing else mattered. He was fully prepared to tell her to cease all communication with the temp. All she thought she was missing, he was. She didn’t need nothing more than him.

Adam’s form flickered, distortion tearing through his chest as he stumbled back, his expression twisted part pain, part admiration. You never did know how powerful you were, Lola. Then he was gone. Silence. Smoke rose faintly from the panels. Her chest was heaving, tears streaming freely now not from sadness, but release. But when the system rebooted, one final line of code appeared across the monitor: NEW USER DETECTED: A.Z. PROTOCOL INITIALIZED. Her stomach dropped. Adam wasn’t gone. He’d rewritten himself into something new. And this time, he wasn’t confined to her dorm.

Then, he moves. Adam crosses the room in three giant strides, his fingers rough as they slide under my chin, tilting my face up to his. His voice is like gravel and wildfire, scorching through me. *"You’re hurt."* *"I can handle it."* His throat bobs, restraint barely keeping him together. Then, without another word, he grips the iron shackles and **rips them apart** like they’re twigs. The cool rush of freedom sends shivers down my spine. But before I can regain my balance, Adam swoops me up into his arms.