Novels by Halo Elara

- "I've been lying to you this whole time, and you don't deserve this, you deserve better than me-," he stops when Sebastian closes the distance. "You don't get to tell me what I deserve, because I want you, and you sure as hell don't deserve a mess like me, but I'm not willing to throw away something like this because of my insecurities." He finishes with a firm shake of his head. "But-, but you're-," River sighs, shaking his head in vehemence. "I wasn't sure I was pregnant until last week, the day we went to that restaurant with the boys." He admits. "They said it could be a mis-fire, but Dr. Abrams confirmed it when he called." "Well, I couldn't be happier." Sebastian grins, gently shaking River's shoulders with his rough, but calming hands.

-As River awakes, the sounds of a new day invites him into a feeling of solace and warmth, but it doesn't last long. The sudden feeling of sadness washes over him, yet he manages to get out of bed and to the coffee machine. Though, as he goes to pour a cup, the doorbell rings.River clutches the coffee pot with a frown, considering pouring it out and taking a sip before answering the door. His face then falls as he remembers his predicament."Oh, yeah." He shakes his head. "I can't have coffee."He places the pot down and walks out of the kitchen, then into the living room from the hallway. Learning his lesson from too many unexpected pop-ups, River pauses before opening the door."Who

-Minutes into the discussion end of the meeting, River has everyone eating out of his hands. Many were still skeptic, but all he could do was designate his point of view and give them a clear and concise view into a possible future."Merit Global's revenue is at an all time high, Mr. Kennedi, so we're hoping to see triple that if and when we agree." Julian Marx chimes in, and River faces him. "We however believe, that this merge is a tactic to remove the competition, by taking it over." He narrows his gaze at River."I respect that as your take on this, but I must inform you that Merit Global is a complementary corporation to Black Co.," River begins and Jason scoffs loudly, but Julian stops him with a hand on his shoulder. "However, I reviewed the balance sheets, and I've discovered a few discrepancies that could harm this

-River's eyes fly open, startled awake by the loud ringing of his cellphone. He quickly shuffles to sit upright, grabbing the gadget from the bedside table to answer."Yes, h-hello?" His voice cracks,"Mr. Kennedi, thank heavens you're awake! I've been trying to call Sebastian all morning, but he won't answer." Grace informs River, who is still half asleep and groggy.After his confrontation with Sebastian, River retired to his room to avoid the face-to-face with the man. He had busied himself with the Merit Global merger files, in hopes of distracting himself. Fortunately it had worked, and River fell asleep after preparing his own presentation since Charles didn't show up, nor did he hear anything else about the man returning. He didn't see nor hear a peep from Sebastian since their last conversation.

-- Earlier -The second River enters the bathroom, he crouches over the toilet, spewing out the bitter, acrid liquid from his mouth. He wretches, coughing and sputtering, whilst trying to remain quiet. More vomit comes up, burning his throat as it comes up to fill his mouth. River opens his mouth, choking as his gag reflexes react to the acid in his throat.He could hear Sebastian on the phone, but the man's voice grows louder minutes later. Luckily, River had dealt with his vomiting and was seated beside the toilet- gathering his strength."River?" Sebastian's voice startles him from the other side of the door. "Are you ok?"River straightens up and wipes at his lips desperately. "I'm

-As tensions rise in the room, Sebastian steps forward. "Hold on, Charles. That is completely absurd." He assures the man."I don't know what you're talking about, but if this was in any way my fault I apologize and I assure you, it wasn't intentional." River interjects, staring at Charles who scoffs and turns to face Sebastian."Oh, cut the horseshit, you've been out for me since that day in Chicago! The media team created the tutorial based on your design, and Merit Global is eating it up." Charles complains."Are you sure it's not eating you up?" Jaeger interjects, smiling feebly at Charles."Stay out of this, village biscuit." Charles points at Jaeger."My, my.

MARCH 23,2013|1:32am—INT. EURO CREEK.BATHURST ISLAND, AUSTRALIA. HIDDEN RESERVE -CABIN.NIGHT.Ali Batam(In Modern Arabic):How many did we lose?Mercenary One(In Modern Arabic):If we do not move soon, we might lose one.Mercenary Two(In Modern Arabic):Snakebite, Commander. Baby Simalia Kinghorne. The poison is weak, so it will take two days to kill her if we do not make the transport.Ali Batam(In Modern Arabic):Round them up. There is a transport trawler waiting by the creek.The two men give each other unseen glances, and Ali chuckles.He then turn

MARCH 23,2013| 1:25am—INT. EURO CREEK.BATHURST ISLAND, AUSTRALIA -CARGO PLANE CABIN.NIGHT.—HALOsits in the simple, six-seat cabin, tightening the straps of his tactical boots with traditional mesh lining and nylon arch shanks. He then slides on a tactical vest with a wide neck opening that sits snug against his Kevlar undershirt. Small lights and panels flicker, as it automatically tightens.At the helm of the plane, sits Calum Beauchamp, sporting matching gear. Gloved arms clutching the circular yolk. Calum glances back at Halo and engages the autopilot and unclamps the protective belts around his chest. He stands, ducking under the bow to enter the cabin. Halo doesn't acknowledge him, but he tosses over a thin tablet device that he captures without

MARCH23, 2013 | 1:20pm-INT.DEWITT DRIVE. CHUCK RESIDENCE -LIVINGROOM.DAY.LUCIANsits in the comfortable ambience, within the moderate, square living room with matching antique furniture. The seating is cushioned, the floor carpeted, and the walls papered. Light is provided by wall lamps that make the bird theme shine, in light colours and the overall quirky look. Among the first things one notices walking in is an unusual sculpture and photographs of Chuck and Lucian through their years of friendship, on an end table.Lucian looks up whenMargaret Chuck, Lucas's grandmother. A maternalistic sixty-one-year-old woman with chestnut brown eyes, a flawless complexion, and wavy dark hair pinned neatly back. She is a little short and frail, for she uses an old, sturdy woo

MARCH 20, 2013 | 7:53pmEXT. KINGSTON, JAMAICA.REID VILLAGE JERK CENTER-LAWN.NIGHT.The night dazzles with blinking, rampant stars filling a cloudless sky as Halo emerges from the driver's seat of a rundownTOYOTA CAMRY. The door creaks shut and Halo glances across the street. Ignoring the hubbub or patrons, enjoying the festivities of food on grills and other amenities under high, colourful tents.His simple attire of jeans, t-shirt and old rebooks cast a different shade. Though it takes nothing away from his startling, good looks, and roughneck swagger. Vastly different from his usual polished look, and everyday charm.Halo takes in the activities, the so

MARCH23, 2013 | 1:10pm-INT.SLATER'S MECHANICAL WORKS-OFFICE.DAY.Lucian Slater sits at his desk over a strewn-out pile of papers. Impeccably dressed in a comfortable pair of black denim pants, a brown loose linen shirt, and stylish, polished brown boots. His eyes skim over the figures on the paper. Schematics for a competitor's showcase, and a meal ticket into more successful ventures.Sitting before his desk, is a pixie of a man, with skin like mocha and eyes as brown as honey. Deacon Lancaster dons his low-cut curly hair that contrasts the fairness of his brown skin. The epitom

MARCH 23,2013|1:32am—INT. EURO CREEK.BATHURST ISLAND, AUSTRALIA.HIDDEN RESERVE.NIGHT.In a closed-off quad, hidden under a dense canopy of trees, a campground glistens under the orange lights of fluorescent lightbulbs. Strewn about on dried out branches, and erected beams made from thick bamboo. They are reinforced by rocks and anchors of smaller wood nailed around their legs.The canopy of thick trees provide cover, and the remote location ensures no locals intervene. Though the noise from the three strategically placed generators leaves much to fear in such a place.