Surge X Lou Novels & Stories

Rich people and their audacity. My expression shifts as I read through the clauses. One minute I’m frowning, the next I’m chuckling, and the next, I’m looking for a weapon to chuck at him. One that will hurt. Just who is his lawyer? The clauses are so ridiculous. 1. The Surrogate will not carry out any work from the moment of insemination till the child is six months old. 2. The Surrogate will be at the boss's beck and call so she doesn't act rashly... what?

“We believe that Charlotte is experiencing something that happens right before…..” He paused. “Right before death.” He finished. “What? What do you mean?” Emily asked him. “Humans sometimes call it the surge. It happens when all the adrenaline in the body comes up at once… so to speak. It forces all the energy a person has and releases it. In a normal occurrence, the body would produce more. But in the rare case of instances like these. It doesn’t. It’s kind of a last hurrah type of thing.” Emily frowned confused……

I smiled and hug him "It's okay since that how you want it" we while away some time while sipping our coffee when I overheard the ladies on the next table discussing which I listen to them "Have you heard that Charlie's wife is looking for a surrogate?"the lady by the right asked her friend "Are you serious?"the other lady asked surprised "Yes, and the interested part is that she's willing to pay any amount of money if you're ready to become her surrogate" she replies "That's serious. I think I will go maybe I will be lucky" the other lady says

I didn't care about history right now. I walked over, grabbed the heavy stone with both hands, and raised it high above my head. I was just about to smash it into the floor with all my strength when a sudden grip locked onto my wrists. "Stop this madness right now, Lucian!" The shout was loud and sharp, and it cut through my blind fury. I blinked, looking down, and I saw Selene standing right in front of me. She had jumped forward and was holding my hands up, her small fingers gripping my wrists tightly. Her face was flushed with anger, and she was glaring up at me with absolute disapproval.

"Just like you, Vivienne knew very little about your father because her mother wouldn't say much about their relationship. So, we decided to investigate further." "Your father, Hector Laurent, was not just a regular man. His father, Xavier Laurent, owns a prominent fashion line, one of the biggest in London. Interestingly, Xavier and Celine's father, Guillaume Bellerose, were close friends who decided to form a business partnership between their companies through the arranged marriage of their children."

Composed. Still. Waiting. “Explain.” “We ran a frequency overlay against the biometric logs. The electromagnetic signature of the surge didn’t originate from the locket’s hardware.” A pause. Vane’s professional shell developing a hairline crack. “It matches the exact biometric resonance of the fetal heartbeat. The child is already using the mother’s nervous system as a conduit. The surge was intentional. It was a broadcast.” Damian watches his own reflection. He doesn’t look shocked. He looks like a man who has been chasing a ghost for a long time and just confirmed it was real.

I clenched my fists tightly under the table as I struggled with the pain in my lungs. I parted my trembling lips to speak over the sound of my heart hammering wildly against my ribs, “I’m—“ “Actually, there’s something I need to discuss with you,” he dropped his cutlery and leaned back against his seat, “I’ve decided to try surrogacy.” Time seemed to stop the moment that word slipped past his lips. It felt like the air had suddenly been sucked from the room and for a terrifying second, my weak lungs refused to work. A tremor shot through my entire body and I actually thought I was going to collapse. Instead, I grabbed fistfuls of my dress and tried to steady my breath.

Jaxon said first, his dark stare sending a chill down my spine. "They care so much about their looks. Now that they’re disfigured, they’re definitely going to freak out. You’re an adult. Why couldn’t you think of us kids first and not dodge?" Rykel chimed in, his words almost laughable despite the situation. An eerie tension settled between the three of us. Dominic could control them physically. He was 6'3" and over 200 pounds. They were nothing in front of him. I was barely 5'3" and under a hundred pounds. Against them, I stood no chance.

Next, I logged into my personal account, created a new post, and hit publish. The information was shared across the entire internet. In less than ten minutes, the trending charts crashed completely. The tide of public opinion flipped in an instant, and outrage swept across the web. [A plot twist? That flight attendant is basically a murderer! She crushed someone's life-saving medicine and then tried to pin the blame on the innocent doctor!] [The Stafford family is disgusting. Their own hired doctor turned their heir into a vegetable, and they're blaming the Phantom Surgeon?]

We understood each other in a way the others could not. "Morning," Sike said, stretching his arms over his head. "What is the plan?" I sat back down near the dead fire and pulled out the map I had stolen two weeks ago. It was crudely drawn, but it showed what we needed. The Moonshine Pack's territory. Their weapons storage. Their patrol routes. "We are low on weapons," I said. "Really low. Finn broke his last dagger yesterday." "That was not my fault," Finn said. "The blade was cheap."