Your Mine Novels & Stories

But sitting in her childhood bedroom staring at her phone felt worse. “Sure. Where?” “Eleve Mall. You know it?” Ava knew it by reputation. The kind of place where celebrities shopped and normal people window-shopped. “I will find it.” “Great! See you at noon.” After Rebecca hung up, Ava turned toward home. At least now she had something to do besides check her phone every five minutes. ----- Eleve Mall looked like something from a magazine. All glass and marble, with fountains and trees inside like an expensive garden. Rebecca was waiting by the entrance, waving when she saw Ava approach.

“If you say so. Go away. Shoo fly, shoo.” “We do.” He’s already starting to walk off again, but I move beside him. I’ll never keep up if he doesn’t slow down. He knows this, and despite me irritating the hell out of him, he’s now amused and wants to hear what I’ll say next, I presume. “We work in the mines to provide precious metals to make the weapons you use to destroy your enemies, even us.” “We don’t need weapons to destroy you.” His fangs elongate, and I take a step back, wishing I could shift even a little bit so I could do that, too.

I sent the coordinates in a second message, then forced myself into my car, driving faster than I’d ever driven in my life, hands gripping the steering wheel tight enough to ache. The city thinned quickly as I approached the industrial district, warehouses growing sparser and more decrepit, the polished glass and steel of downtown giving way to rusted metal and crumbling concrete that hadn’t seen proper maintenance in years. I found the location exactly where the coordinates indicated, a massive shipping warehouse with broken windows and a single door standing slightly ajar, rain beginning to fall steadily now, soaking through my jacket within seconds of stepping out of the car. My phone buz

Then he dashed out, his backpack bouncing as he ran toward the school gates across the street. I exhaled, glancing around my little shop. It wasn’t much four shelves stacked with books and supplies, a small extension outside with a wooden table for snacks, and the bright floral curtain I’d hung to separate the shop from my tiny sleeping space. But it was mine. For the first time in forever, something was mine. The door creaked open. “Busy bee, as always,” a cheerful voice called out. I looked up and smiled. “Maya! Where have you been? You promised to come yesterday.”

He added as he led me to the entrance. “Hi Alpha. Hi Luna.” The workers started saying as we entered the mines. I’m not used to being called Luna. I really wish everyone would just call me by my name. As we go further into the mine, Aiden grabs my hand and pulls me back, “I’m still securing that section. Don’t walk that way.” He said. “Securing?” “Yeah, these mines are pretty deep. I don’t want to take you all the way down. It’s better if we stay in the current area.”

"It's being centered. No one in the world is a perfect person. No one can say they don't have some scars in their life. So what do you think? Even with them people still survive this cruel reality. So why do you see so much color in mine?" "It's true that we all have scars, but we go on living even with them." "And I'm not? With my wounds, with my pains and with my grayscale world I have gone on with my life. Now, whether or not you think so is not my problem. It's yours." he finished. I climb down from the tree house and call Aninka for help. On the second ring she answers and with the location of my phone, she promises to come pick me up. "Sofia" says Daniel when I end the call "I didn't m

Let the pendant settle against my collarbone. My fingers traced it slowly. The worn chain. The simple pendant. Eleven years old and still the only thing I'd ever owned that felt like mine. "What's so special about that necklace." I looked up in the mirror. Damien stood in the doorway behind me. His eyes were on the necklace at my throat. Something in his expression I couldn't read — still and focused and more intense than the question warranted. I didn't answer him. He moved. One second he was in the doorway.

A MONTH LATER Nick paced the length of his office trying to work off his excess energy. He was up to his fifth cup of coffee and it wasn't even lunchtime. A month of carefully piecing his self-respect together again and all shattered by a letter of intent to purchase from JJC Pharmaceuticals.

“Explain.” Aria didn’t look at him. “Someone inside is opening the path,” she said. Her voice was steady. Too steady. Because now—this wasn’t theory anymore. It was confirmation. --- The Name Surfaces The system pulsed again. A hidden access point. Buried deep. Carefully masked. But not from her. Aria broke through the final layer. And froze. “No…” Cassian’s voice dropped. “What is it?” Slowly… she turned the screen toward him.

"Do you have time to hear my sob story?" Lily slowly nodded, meeting his gaze. "Well, here goes nothing... " He took a deep and shaky breath, preparing himself to recollect one of his most painful memories. "It is my mum... She died by drowning."