The Loop Novels & Stories

" Mother crossed her fingers together and settled them on her knees. "It doesn't look so easy to me. What if the both of them never get to the body on time. That may spell doom to both of them." Drogo chipped in. "Th_ The loop is a mental world created in the host's head. Sh_ She would be going through all the emotions she has ever felt in her life. Th_ The bad, and the worst of them all. The more th_ these emotions get to her, the farther away she gets from her body."

"Go ahead. See if anyone answers." Miller snatched the radio from his belt, thumbing the talk button. "Vance! Report! Hey! Can you hear me?" Static. A high-pitched, screeching whine erupted from the speaker, making Miller drop the radio with a curse. "What did you do? Ahh! My ears!" "High-frequency loop," Liam explained, picking a piece of lint off his sleeve. "It’s a basic feedback cycle. If you hit the 'call' button again, it might actually explode the battery. I wouldn't do that if I were you."

' Then his heart grew cold because the system gloatingly replied,

I will never understand humans. "You need to find better friends," I tell him. After the boys have left, the silence of the park closes in around me again. Loop City. From here I can see the highway that runs around the city in the long Loop that gives it its name. Orange sodium-vapor lights dot the dark road in sporadic intervals. Cars whoosh past. On the other side of the Loop is the Barren and beyond that, the parts unknown. I sigh. Everywhere is home to someone. And mine is somewhere out in the darkness past the Barren in those parts unknown.

Chapter 45 Location: red blood pack Caroline's POV. I gasp. Her words echo's loudly within my ear. They resound continually and non stop. Feels as though a perfectly functioning and loudly booming speaker shove right into both ears. Her words does continually resound clearly and perfectly. It resounds in HD. "You caroline" "You're mate and Luna to our legendary true alpha" I continually and clearly recall. It seems am in a time loop. A time loop of recallatiom.

"It's a mathematical construct and representation of 4d." "So you can be immortal?" The Cameroonian lad sighed. "That is where my writing domain lies." "I see!" I placed my thumb and index finger on my chin. "I was hoping for you to prove eternity using a loop as an example. But it seems you are unaware that every loop has a driving force." "No, it doesn't have to." "Yes it has a force. Once the force is not there, it is totally useless. Once there is no driving force in a loop, it is completely useless," I exploded.

So the young nice waitress tried to escape Hana’s hug. On the street, Sugai aggressively kicked his leg against the tree and then immediately jumped up and down, hugging his leg, his mouth constantly rubbing "It hurts", physiological tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He wished he had super powers, released all his ranger stored in his body. There was a lot of work that he had to finish but those two people were constantly causing trouble.

Maybe they should leave this planet to the Sleepers after all. No, there was good here. There was Suzanne. And he knew not everyone was mixed up in this. Major Radford perhaps? But he’d looked genuine enough. Could he be trusted? They were coming up on the Sleepers Baker had mentioned, the ones circling the quarantine barrier. In an attempt to break out, as he’d hinted, or to stop Andrew and what was left of the team getting back home? ‘Any way of going round them?’ he asked Jackson. ‘Nope. They got it locked down pretty tight, Doc. Only way is through, I reckon.’

The person other line screamed then the call drops. Aishat- Hello? Hello?

Chapter 5 Hannah's POV Manila is nothing like the island. On the island, you can hear the breath of the ocean; here, all you hear is the suffocating roar of engines and the impatient honking of jeepneys. The air doesn't smell like salt and roasting corn; it smells like exhaust and old rain. ​It has been three months since the black helicopters took Luke away. Three months of silence. ​I smoothed out my blazer—the most professional thing I owned—and looked up at the glass giant standing in the heart of Makati. CROMWELL LEGACY. The name was embossed in silver, gleaming under the harsh midday sun. It looked untouchable.