Vol 5 Novels & Stories

Great. I pushed my laptop aside, deciding it was best to go through the papers first. As I put the pile in front of me, I thoroughly read each one. "The Disciples are interested in creating an all-" Nope, not happening. The Disciples are way too weak for us; we'd get nothing off of it. I threw the aside. "I, Hayden Campbell, leader of The Aces-" Nope, not this one either. The Aces are just too problematic; they'd only get us in more unneeded trouble. I stacked it on top of the other paper.

It slows right in front of me, and for a second, I think it’s going to stop. Maybe hitchhiking is a better idea than waiting for a cab. I step toward the street—and then it accelerates. The tire sinks into a puddle, and a mix of water and mud explodes straight at me, ruining my immaculate skirt. “Damn idiot! Are you blind or what?” I shout, furious, trying to see the jerk hiding behind the tinted window. The window rolls down slowly. Shamelessly. A long arm appears first. The sleeve of a black suit fits it perfectly, revealing a small but impossible-to-ignore tattoo on his wrist: a Roman numeral five.

He was off on a film set with Renee. She'd called him, desperate, telling him she felt awful. His response? The same as always. "Wait for me. I'll be back soon." He didn't come back until the fever had already broken. It was always like that. Broken promises, over and over, until all the letdowns blurred together. After one brutal fight, he swore he'd change. Promised he wouldn't leave her for Renee again. She'd given him five chances. This was the fifth.

The roar of the aquatic center was still echoing in Naomi’s chest long after Maya had climbed out of the pool. The junior squad was practically vibrating with the high of the upset, wrapping Maya in damp towels and screaming until their voices gave out. Naomi stood at the edge of the huddle, letting them have their moment. She looked down at her right hand. The slight tremor was there, brought on by the adrenaline and the humid heat of the pool deck, but for the first time in five years, she didn't feel the urge to hide it in her pocket.

Biting down on her bottom lip, she gently rubs her growing stomach which seemed invisible until she turns slightly to the side as a smile graced her face. “Hello, mommy’s baby, wait until daddy sees you, I love you so much.” TO BE CONTINUED… P.S. Sorry for the short chapter guys, currently working on the next as you read. Heat Vol 2. Is meant to finish this month, so expect frequent chapters, and all those who are back to school, hope you enjoy it and that all goes well with your education ;)

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He held a single, fresh sheet of print, the ink still wet, and he handed it to Xander with a silent, iron-grip bow. The headline on the page read: "THE FIFTH VOLUME HAS BEGUN. THE AUDITOR IS DEAD, BUT THE AUTHOR HAS A SECRÈT."

The arrangement was the fifth book. He opened his journal. He wrote: Don said: we are the fifth book. The unwritten thing the written argument was approaching. The convergence cannot be written — it is the inside account at its most inside. The four books approached it. The convergence is what we are. The fifth book is the living. We are the fifth book.

He could already sense the stench of the savage seven as he ran deeper, and he knew he was getting close, nearing the lowest possible level. Kyle finally reached it. It was cavernous down here, and he saw the titanium bars. He had to recoil from the metal, even from where he was, the energy of it so strong. But Kyle was prepared. He reached into his bag, extracted a powder, and threw it on the bars. Sidnius Moroxide. The only compound which could dissolve the titanium. Kyle waited several moments, and as he watched, the titanium turned colors, from a glowing silver to a pink. Once it all turned, he knew was ready. He reached out, grabbed the bars, and yanked with all his might.

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