The 100 The Ark Novels & Stories

I want Shawn Mendez signed as the brand ambassador of CLARKE. "Ms. Clarkson," The manager addresses me. "My client here is asking for 50% to sign the contract." The whole room breaks into buzzes and hisses. I manage to silence them all. "Ms. Banks, you have something to say?" I ask Bridget who does not seem pleased at all by The Manager's demands. She glares at The Manager. "I am sorry but the company is in no position to give your client 50%. It's either you take the 20% we are offering or no deal at all."

Archer has hardly said a word on the trip so far, he's been on his phone taking multiple calls and I can only imagine how demanding his position was as an alpha. I admired his strength and his concern towards his pack members and I could already see why he was overprotective about anything related to them. Even me his mate!! It wasn't his fault I was from an enemy pack and I didn't want to keep judging him too, I trust the moon goddess to handle everything! As I continued to hum quietly, time passed and soon enough I lost myself to the melody of the song as I dozed off. I woke up when the bright light from the city entered my eyes and sure enough, we were inside the deepest part of the city.

Day Twenty-Nine. The memory of Silas kneeling on the bedroom carpet was a ghost that refused to be exorcised. All morning, as I sat in my glass-walled office at Orion Strategies, my mind replayed the image of his bowed head. The "detox" was supposed to be a flawless, impenetrable armor. It was designed to withstand his arrogance, his wealth, and his anger. But it wasn't built to withstand his absolute, devastating humility. The cold, protective logic I relied on was beginning to crack, flooded by a profound, undeniable sorrow.

Aria Nathaniel Lee stopped beside the hallway pillar and glanced at me apologetically. “Aria, wait here for a minute, okay? I just need to use the restroom.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “You better hurry. If you take too long, I’m leaving you here,” I warned, waving my hand impatiently for him to go. He chuckled nervously and hurried toward the restroom while I stayed behind near the cinema lobby. Waiting around bored me almost instantly, so I wandered a few steps away until a large movie poster display caught my attention. Rows of colorful advertisements showed the films currently playing.

POV EMMA BELLE The Great Ark—the floating, obsidian-and-quartz remains of the Sun-Spire—was undergoing a frantic, mechanical evolution. Shifters and humans swarmed over the hull, reinforcing the kinetic seals with layers of heat-resistant "Solar-Glass" harvested from the remnants of Solis’s guard.

“It’s not just Thomas Khan. Behind him are the famous supremes, Flamma Leo, Dennis Mizu, Bullseye Anthon. They’re all from Noah’s Ark Co., so it looks like that organization couldn’t wait a minute longer to take a peek into the wonders of Mount Oro. They might’ve used some sort of technology and found something within these mountains.” Michelle had said that because she had proof of it. Some had tried walking up the stairs in the past, but they all failed to do so. Ordinary people couldn’t possibly hike here. A mysterious force had blasted away some who tried to force their way up there; some even died on the spot. That was why no one dared to rush up the stairs, despite it being right befor

Anthony nodded. Mabel spoke casually, as if it were an afterthought. "I heard it'll be held on the Elysium. The panoramic stardome on the top deck is one of the best places in the world to see the aurora. It's a shame. A sit-down like that isn't suitable for bringing family along." She spoke as if without any apparent intention. However, someone was listening in. Cheryl, who had been quietly eating, suddenly lit up. "Zachary once promised to take me to see the aurora…"

One day, hunting for a file, I logged into my email. I froze. Over ten thousand unread messages lit up the screen. For a second, I thought I'd been hacked. Then I looked closer. Every single one was from Donna. [Hector, my company's bankrupt. I'm drowning in debt. Creditors call nonstop, asking where I am. I'm breaking down.] [Hector, where are you? I want to fly abroad and find you, but I don't even know what country you're in.] [Hector, I wait at Leandro Corp's entrance every day, hoping you'll show up. The guards look at me like I've lost it.]

Beneath the night sky, the unfinished building stood like a giant tombstone. Swallowing every sin that had just taken place. "Black Garuda." Arka did not turn around. "Did you record everything?" "Of course, Boss." From the shadows, Black Garuda answered calmly. The red light on the small camera in his hand slowly went out. Arka then walked toward Kelvin. His steps were slow, yet each one felt like crushing pressure. Kelvin was still gasping when Arka's voice rang out. "You look alive." Arka looked at him like a scalpel dissecting a body. "But you also look like someone who's about to die."

Child trafficking—fact. I crouched in front of her. "You were switched when you were little. I'm your mom. Your name isn't Emma Miller. It's Leah Madison. Come home with me, okay? Everyone's waiting." Leah glanced at Wade, hesitant. Wade smirked and spat. "You leave, I'll break your legs!" An officer grabbed his arm. "Behave." "Mom, take me with you." Her face stayed calm—no panic. Wade's expression flickered. He lunged at her, but the police pinned him down.