Vince Maze Runner Novels & Stories

13 - Ruby Fridays — ۩ Racers, you have reached the final mission of your game - Midday Mile. This racetrack is full of danger and deception, with death awaiting at every turn. The Midday Mile racetrack awaits the final challenge for the eight racers competing for freedom. The racers have been provided identical high-performance racing cars for the ultimate test of speed and endurance. The track is one mile long and divided into six laps. Each lap contains different obstacles designed to slow and fail racers down to doom. If you wish to escape this arena of doom, you must cross the finish line first and claim the missing piece of the map that will show you the exit.

Cadence listened to everything he had to say to her because she wanted to make sure she did the best she could. Meagan entered the simulator first. Cadence was able to access her visuals to observe how she preceded. From the very beginning, Cadence could see some things that she was clearly doing wrong. She stood next to Shane, and they both reacted similarly each time Meagan missed a Vampire or almost took out a Hunter or Guardian. At the end of the simulator, she had scored twenty-five points. Good, not great, and not good enough to count for one of her three runs.

Up in the VIP box, Justin Sterling grips the brass railing with a look of pure, unyielding devotion, completely blind to the fact that his family's primary corporate trading accounts are currently being scanned by an outside intelligence network. But right as the starting lights begin their high-velocity sequence to launch the heat, Chloe’s personal wrist device violently throbs against her skin with a maximum-tier encrypted emergency alert pushed straight from Vince’s off-grid surveillance convoy. The screen flashes with a terrifying block of real-time tracking data—revealing that an unlisted security detail matching the exact operational signatures of Xavier Grayson’s executive enforcement

Vince's voice made her jump. Jasmine looked back at him and did what a person undergoing severe panic would do— She pushed him back and ran for the door. Luckily it worked out because Vince wasn't prepared for any such thing. He lost his balance at once and crashed to the floor. Jasmine didn't look back. She ran out recklessly. Her veil slid off her head and fell behind her. She didn't know where she was running but she had only one thought in mind— Get away from Vince. ***

“You think you can stop Victor? You think you can stand in his way? He’s not like his brother, Liam. Kang Jin was greedy, yes. But he had weaknesses. He had family he cared about, people he loved. Victor has no weaknesses. He has no family, no friends, no mercy. He’s a realist. And he’s going to win. Because he’s willing to do whatever it takes.” “And right now,” Vance continued, “he’s sending someone to get that hard drive. A cleaning crew. They’re on their way to you right now. And they don’t care about leaving witnesses. So I suggest you do one of two things: either hand over the hard drive, and maybe, just maybe, Victor will let you live. Or run. Run as fast as you can, and hope you can

Perhaps a deportation, as Maria fights for her citizenship in US while facing the truth that she might loose her mother and never see her children again- And speaking of children, or child rather. We find our dear Jacqueline finally facing a bright future but then receiving some life changing news. What links them all is the truth that that the mystery and the murders are far from over as death still lingers in the sisterhood. There's always that connection between Miami and murders, besides the letter, m. **** Vamp encompasses the danger in the lives of a set of Miami based strippers and while they come together to solve a murder, we learn that some are just the victims. From those that bro

"Your fiancé has poor taste in business partners." "My fiancé has poor taste in general, apparently." This time he did smile, brief and sharp. "What's your plan now, Miss Harrington?" "I don't have one." The adrenaline was fading, leaving exhaustion and pain. "I'll call the police, report..." "Marcus Vance was your head of security. How many others on your father's payroll belong to your fiancé?" Dante asked. "How do you know who to trust? And even if you find someone clean, how long before Kozlov decides you're a loose end?"

Pain slices along my spine, and I grit my teeth, letting it feed my will. I slam my palm against the wall. Shards of a vase scatter across the floor. I feel every jagged edge under my skin. I take it in. Pain is control. Pain is focus. Pain is the leash. A knock. Quick. Soft. Hesitant. “Enter,” I say, still breathing hard. A young runner steps in. Breathless. Eyes wide. “Luna… they’re moving. The rogues. And we… we lost track of them.”

Blaze's POV I peeled off from the convoy without making a sound. Damon had given me the signal, and I knew what to do. The dark vehicle stayed just far enough ahead that I could follow without being spotted. My bike stayed quiet on the back roads as I kept my distance. I wasn’t heading back to Vance’s main hideout like I half expected. Instead, the car turned down a long dirt path toward an old abandoned warehouse on the edge of neutral ground.

Fear clung to them like a second skin, so obvious I could smell it from here. Humans. They had humans here. “What’s going on?” I asked Zeus, trying to keep my voice neutral. He dismounted with casual grace, like we were at a social event instead of whatever nightmare this was. “A biker race.” The way he said it, so matter-of-fact and unconcerned, told me it was anything but a simple race. This was judgment, or execution. Something terrible disguised as entertainment. “Why are you racing at night?” I asked, looking at the dangerous terrain barely visible beyond the headlights. “It’s too dangerous.”