Novel-novel oleh kay

The sound of the helicopter blades sliced through the heavy silence that had settled over them. The cold mountain air rushed in through the cracked windows as Damien stared out at the darkening sky. His thoughts were a jumble, every instinct screaming that something was off. There was too much at stake now—too much to lose.Aurora sat beside him, her body tense, eyes scanning the rapidly approaching mountainside below. She hadn’t spoken much since they left the apartment, and Damien could feel the weight of her silence pressing on him. It wasn’t the quiet of contemplation. It was the silence of someone holding something back. He could see it in the set of her jaw, the way her fingers gripped the seat.For a moment, the only sound in the helicopter was the hum of the engine, and then Julian’s voice broke the stillness. “We’re fifteen minutes out. Keep your eyes peeled. This place is off the grid—completely untraceable unless you have the right tools.”Damien nodded, his eyes never leav

The quiet hum of the city beyond the windows was a constant reminder of how much had changed. Once, the world outside had seemed like a distant, almost irrelevant force to Damien. His focus had been on survival, on the mission—whatever that had meant at any given moment. But now, the hum of normal life felt like a harsh contrast to the chaos still simmering in the corners of his life.Damien stood by the window in the quiet of the early morning, his fingers lightly tracing the cool glass. His mind was far from the world outside. No, his thoughts were consumed with the girl he loved, the twisted legacy of Monroe, and the road that still stretched ahead.Aurora slept in the other room, the soft rise and fall of her chest a reminder that, for the first time in a long while, there was something worth fighting for. His gaze flickered over the city below, but he could barely make out the distant streets. The world beyond felt blurry, like everything was veiled in a haze. Maybe it was just h

The soft murmur of rain against the windows filled the room, a rhythmic lull that did little to ease the storm brewing within. Aurora stood by the glass, her fingers tracing the faint condensation on the pane. The dim light of the early morning cast long shadows across the room, and despite the softness of the moment, a sense of foreboding lingered in the air. The storm outside mirrored the one inside her heart—a quiet tempest, powerful in its restraint.Damien stood just a few feet away, his gaze fixed on something unseen, his expression distant. The weight of what they had discovered weighed heavily on him, as it did on her. But it wasn’t just the revelation of the clones, or Monroe’s twisted experiments. It was the fear—the uncertainty of what this meant for them. For their future. How much had Damien been changed by everything he had learned? And how much of that change had already begun to stretch its dark tendrils into their relationship?She knew he was struggling. His silence

Dawn arrived on the heels of nightmares. Damien stood alone on the rooftop of the safehouse, the sky above painted in hues of lavender and crimson. Smoke still lingered on his clothes from the underground lab, and his mind—still thick with memories and the ghost of Eli’s small, trusting voice—refused to settle.Aurora found him there, her silhouette framed in the soft glow of morning. She didn’t speak immediately. She stood beside him, their shoulders nearly touching. Together they watched the horizon, waiting for courage to catch up with conviction."I used to think dawn meant a new beginning," Damien said quietly. "Now it just reminds me of everything we have to survive."Aurora glanced at him, eyes soft. "New beginnings aren’t always gentle. Some are born in fire."His lips curled slightly at the edge. "You’re the only reason I can still feel anything."She reached for his hand and took it without hesitation. "You feel because you're still human. No matter what Monroe did. You’re s

The underground corridor was damp, the walls echoing with the faint hum of electricity and something else—something alive. Damien led the team through the dimly lit passageway, his flashlight cutting a narrow path through the darkness. Each footstep was measured. Every breath was held too long.Behind him, Aurora kept pace, her hand brushing the back of his coat, a silent tether grounding him. Neither had spoken since Monroe’s last message played on the decrypted drive—a message that revealed more than just facts. It revealed a history neither of them were ready to accept. A history that tied Monroe not only to Damien’s past but to Eve’s betrayal.“It’s down here,” Julian whispered, pointing toward a metal door at the end of the hallway. “The lab where they kept the early prototypes.”Damien’s jaw tightened. “Let’s finish this.”He pressed his palm to the control panel beside the door. It buzzed. Denied.Aurora stepped beside him, producing the encrypted tablet they’d recovered two mi

Damien's POVThe laboratory lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the scarred concrete floor. The aftermath of our escape from Monroe's last facility was still fresh in my body—aching ribs, a split lip, a bullet graze along my shoulder. But none of that compared to the weight pressing on my chest.The boy. The clone. His eyes had been mine. His voice a fractured echo of my childhood.I sat at the edge of the conference table, staring at the flash drive we had retrieved from Monroe's vault. It pulsed faintly with a blue LED, as if it too was alive. Inside this drive were secrets that might explain the inexplicable. Or destroy us.Aurora entered quietly, her presence grounding. Her sweater sleeves were tugged down over her hands, and her hair was pulled back, still damp from the shower. Her eyes softened the moment she saw me."Is it time?" she asked.I nodded. "Yes. We need answers."She joined me at the table, slipping her fingers into mine, and I inserted the drive i