Stranded In Space Book Novels & Stories

Having been an invisible presence at home for ten years, I watch Mom and Dad hand me the only life ring as the cruise ship sinks, while they vanish into the ocean depths. Christian Gunn, my distant brother, desperately pushes me toward the shore until his body is completely frozen stiff by the icy seawater. He flashes a smile of relief and says, "Mom, Dad, and I have always regretted bringing you back to the Gunn family. If we hadn't, Freya would still be by our side. If there's a next life, please don't bother our family ever again." I watch his complexion turn increasingly pale before he closes his eyes forever. I can hear a rescue boat roaring nearby, but I smile wryly and, without a

Nothing else could register in her senses as she took in the planetary explosion - the blue and white planet flaring brightly in silence in space. That was her last vision of Earth before the view from her bay window metamorphed into nothing but a sea of stars... -End of Book One-

The roar of the helicopter blades echoed loudly in Fiora's ears. She sat quietly in her seat, gazing out the window with an unreadable expression. Far below, the vast blue ocean stretched endlessly, shimmering beneath the golden sunlight. The helicopter swayed gently in the wind, yet Fiora remained still. Or at least... she tried to appear calm. Today was the day of her assignment. The day she would be sent to a remote island where a man lived~~a man chosen to become the biological father of her child.

Five years ago, I took the blame for every crime my family had committed and was thrown out of Black City like a stray dog. Five years later, I returned as the Donna—the head of Raven, one of the world's most powerful mafia organizations. Only to find that my family had been framed and destroyed, and our stronghold burned to the ground. In an abandoned slaughterhouse, blood ran across the floor. Isabella, the arrogant heiress of the newly powerful Leoni family, was grinding her red-soled heel into my cousin Marco Franco's face. "You Franco piece of trash. Kneel and beg me, be my dog, and I'll toss you a scrap of food." Blood ran from Marco's nose and mouth, but he clutched the Zippo lighter—

Chapter 42: The Surface of Grief The escape pod breached the surface of the Atlantic with the violence of a breaching whale. It was tossed upward by the dark, churning waves of a brewing storm, then slammed back down into the brine. Inside the cramped, metallic sphere, Jade was thrown against the padded walls, but she didn't feel the bruises forming on her shoulders. She didn't feel the sting of the salt air whistling through the emergency vents. She felt nothing but an icy, paralyzing void.

“Will there be a second date, though?” Emma shrugged. “We’ll see.” She looked at him. “So what do you have for me case-wise?” Camille rushed to the shelter, carrying Emily. There was a long line of people waiting outside. She swallowed, fearing she may not get a room. It wasn’t long until she was proven right as the doors were closed. She sighed and walked away with her daughter. Typically, they would find a semi-private place to sleep in, but she never felt safe those nights. She thought about it for a moment and realized she didn’t feel safe most nights. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the address she’d been given. All her upbringing had taught her not to trust strangers, but sh

¶ Ronin PoV¶ Finally after 24 hours long flight journey, my flight landed at Santa Blanc airport. This was the most long awaited journey of my life compared to living alone a doomed life in London without my love. Every hour sitting on that plane was torturous for me. All night I did not even blink my eyes because sleep was nowhere near me. So many thoughts were running in my mind, thinking how my Aiyla would react seeing me, hearing my voice. Would she forgive me for what I have done to her, for how I left her without saying a word.

If they left him a note, would the aliens read it and come after them? “We’ll have to use some type of code so that the aliens don’t read it and follow us,” she mused. “I’ll start packing,” Felix said as he rushed toward the bedrooms. Kendra placed Eugene in the portable crib that was positioned at the end of the sofa and began to pull food from the cupboards. “You won’t need too much,” Ari urged. “Just enough to hold us over for a few days. There will be plenty to eat in Center Land.” “I’m not sure I want to go to Center Land,” Kendra admitted.

President Chang could feel her stomach doing convulsions. Her mind went blank when she looked through the large passenger window beside her to see distant stars sitting amid an inky blackness. President Chang never thought she would view the darkness of space. She didn’t want space to be the last thing she saw. The president felt herself falling back onto her crazy theory of believing she was a fictional character in some little boy’s comic book.

3 billion miles from home, and the real war was just beginning. But as I looked at my family, I realized that the "Liminal Nursery" had changed the game. We weren't just fighting for the Earth anymore. We were fighting for every soul the Source had ever discarded. "To the relay, Vossen," I commanded, my voice echoing through the ship. "Let’s go break the stars." The hunt continued. Chapter 88 was in the books. And as the Oort Cloud began to hum with the frequency of our arrival, I knew that the "Under-Grid" was about to get a lot more crowded.