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Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 169266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 846(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
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Her kiss may be deadly, but he’s indestructible.

Erasmia "Mia" Baxter is her agency's most lethal operative, genetically engineered to have poisonous saliva. But having the kiss of death is hell on her social life. Her future holds no romance, no family, no intimacy of any kind—only killing for her country.

When her special ops group hears rumors that America's first enhanced soldier—Vanguard—may be more deadly weapon than savior, Mia is tasked with infiltrating his inner circle to investigate. What she finds is a former military asset with a hidden dark side—and the only man she can kiss without consequence.

Intoxicated by the obsessive passion rising between them, Mia falls deeper into lust with each new sensual encounter. But the closer they become, the more she realizes there might be truth to the rumors. Vanguard is changing—becoming more violent, more devious, less…human. And the truth of her identity might push him over the edge entirely.

In a world where heroes and monsters are separated by the thinnest of lines, Mia must Is the man she's falling for worth saving? Or is he the weapon he was created to be—one that will destroy her first?

A dark romance special ops spy thriller with a post-dystopian sci-fi bent—VANGUARD has the gripping twists and turns of BLACK DOVES paired with the seductive intensity of Runyx’s DARK VERSE series.

SPECIAL NOTE: this is POST-Dystopian and set in the near future, so it's more The Boys than it is The Handmaid's Tale. And please read the author's note inside the book prior to diving in as topics and situations in the book can be considered controversial and triggering

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PLAYLIST

“As Alive As You Need Me to Be” – NIN

“The Wake-Up” – How to Destroy Angels

“I’m Afraid of Americans” – David Bowie

“Gunshots by Computer” – Saul Williams/NIN

“Lethal Woman” – Dove Cameron

“Copy of A” – NIN

“Runner” – Crosses

“Digital Bath” - Deftones

'”The Last to Know” – Faith No More

“Welcome Oblivion” – How to Destroy Angels

“You Can Have It All” – Florence and the Machine

“Apocalypse Please” - Muse

“My Iron Lung” - Radiohead

“Satellite” - NIN

“Souvenir” – Deftones

“How to Disappear Completely” - Radiohead

“Departing the Body” - Deftones

“You Know What You Are?” – NIN

“Corrupt” – Depeche Mode

“Stockholm Syndrome” - Muse

“Invisible Hand” – Crosses

“I Know You Can Feel It” - NIN

“Cover Me” – Depeche Mode

“Stripsearch” – Faith No More

“Vivien” – Crosses

“Before We Drown” – Depeche Mode

“Master of Puppets” - Metallica

“Absolute Zero” – Faith No More

“Metal Dream” – Deftones

“The Darkest Star” – Depeche Mode

“Innit” - NIN

“End of the Line” – Daft Punk

CHAPTER 1

MIA

LONDON, UK – OCTOBER 2040

The mission was simple—kill the world’s first superhero.

Okay, well, maybe it wasn’t quite simple, and killing him wasn’t the main objective, and the term ‘superhero’ was still up for debate when it came to Vanguard, but I still had my directions to do so if absolutely necessary.

Which, frankly, gave the job a touch of much needed novelty, something sorely missing in the spy business these days. Being a trained assassin for a black ops offshoot of MI6 could feel awfully heavy at times.

Tonight, after months of training, building up our special team, and laying all the groundwork, the plan was ready to be put into action.

I was ready to be put into action.

“Nervous?” Bayo’s smooth Yoruban accent says deep inside my head.

“Not even a little,” I tell him as I stare at myself in the restroom mirror, wiping excess lipstick away from the edges of my mouth.

“Liar,” he says. “BP is 165 over 90. Take a moment to do your breathing exercises.”

I grumble in response, “Yes, Dad.”

He chuckles. “You better stop calling me that, or I might think you have daddy issues.”

I grunt. Having Bayo in my head is both a comfort and annoyance. On one hand, I’m never truly alone, thanks to the device constantly sending and receiving from my left earring, my namesake moth in gold with a tiny diamond in the center. The only way to sever our connection is to remove it entirely, and I’d been instructed not to do that at any point in this mission tonight.

Which is what can get annoying. The last thing I need is for Bayo to hear me on the toilet. Let’s just say we’ve grown really close over the last few years.

Then again, when someone broke down the door to said toilet because my cover had been blown, I was fucking glad he was in my ear.

“Grab a glass of champagne,” he says, watching everything from his hacking of the gala’s security footage. “There’s a waiter approaching you from the left. Use it to cover your mouth.”

I look over to see the waiter and smoothly grab a glass from the gilded tray. “Okay. Now what? Do you see Vanguard or his handlers?”

While I wait for him to answer, I scan the room. Tonight’s event is a gala put on by Prince George for one of his numerous charities, and the crowd is a mix of London socialites, celebrities, politicians, and anyone who cares more about social climbing and being seen than actually contributing to society. The venue is the lavish and ornate Victoria and Albert Museum, and there are gowns and jewels in all directions, competing with the art on the walls.

“He’s in the courtyard with the Prime Minister,” Bayo tells me. “Other side of the reflecting pool.”

“Copy that,” I whisper behind the glass and start walking down the hall. The Raphael court is dim and hushed, tall, midnight-blue walls stretching toward triple-height ceilings, seven enormous Renaissance paintings in their gold frames dwarfing the party goers who saunter past. Everyone’s tones are reverent and low, and I can’t help but focus on the two security guards stationed by the exit, hands clasped at their fronts. I also notice one of the waiters, wide-shouldered with graceful movements, his eyes carefully taking in the scene—not a waiter at all, but another security detail undercover. It’s standard to have this level of coverage when it comes to the Prime Minister and royal family, but something tells me there’s even more now thanks to Vanguard’s appearance.

With him on my mind, I exit the hall and step out into the courtyard. Immediately, I’m met with a cool blast of early autumn air, my ears filled with the sounds of water fountains and laughter and classical music from a violinist stationed amidst the potted lemon trees. I’m much more exposed like this out in the open, and I notice every head that turns my way. I would blame it on the black sequined dress I’m wearing—probably a little much for the event, but there’s always the chance someone is looking at me because they know me.


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Cruelest Oblivion (Cruelest Oblivion Duet #1) Read Online Michelle Heard http://www.books2020.com/cruelest-oblivion-cruelest-oblivion-duet-1-read-online-michelle-heard Thu, 10 Nov 2022 23:02:42 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/cruelest-oblivion-cruelest-oblivion-duet-1-read-online-michelle-heard Categories Genre: Dystopia, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Cruelest Oblivion Duet Series by Michelle Heard
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
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From USA Today & Wall Street Journal bestselling author Michelle Heard, comes a new, full-length Dystopian Romance novel.

Over the past five decades, the dome over our Ecocity has protected us from the deviants living in the forbidden territory. Since the great war ended, our lives have consisted of virtue and order.

Once a year, seven people are sent out to the forbidden lands to see if there are any deviants worth saving. None have returned, only increasing people's fear of what lies beyond the safe border of the dome.

When I’m chosen as a crusader, the world, as I know it, is ripped from under my feet. In the forbidden territory, I learn things I never dreamed existed – a world I’ve been totally oblivious to. I meet people who freely show emotion and affection. People who dare make their own choices.

It’s frightening and the opposite of everything I’ve ever known.

Suddenly, I have to fight for my life. I’m thrown into chaos where time is running out to become a skilled fighter who will be an asset for the coming war. But my mind’s bombarded with questions – who’s right and who’s wrong? Which side should I fight on?

I don’t belong in this world filled with cruelty and depravity.

Author’s Note:
18+ ONLY.
This book contains mature language, graphic violence, and explicit content.
CRUELEST OBLIVION is book #1 and ends on a cliffhanger. SWEETEST AWARENESS will conclude the duet.

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Songlist

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Beyond Today – James Gillespie

Sound Of War – Tommee Profitt, Fleurie

New Blood – Zayde Wolf

Revolution – The Score

Into The Darkness – The Phantoms

Angel – Theory Of A Deadman

Undone – FFH

Not Gonna Die – Skillet

In The End – Black Veil Brides

I Know Where I’ve Been – Elle King

GLOSSARY OF TERMS:

Ecocity – Isolated city built after the wars ended.

Emissaries – Leaders and founding fathers of the ecocity.

Crusaders – Chosen group of people who are send out to convert the deviants living in the forbidden lands.

Virtuous – Citizens of the ecocity.

Blessed Be – The authorized way of greeting each other.

Curer – Doctor.

Healing Center – Hospital

Haven – Building where the healing center, laboratories, and emissaries are.

Bearer – A woman whose only purpose is to bear children.

Bearer Sector – Where bearers live away from other citizens.

Glofish – Genetically modified goldfish.

Dome – Electric force field over the ecocity.

Trackers – Employed by the emissaries to hunt down crusaders and anyone else they can find. They get paid a bounty for every person they deliver.

Insensate – a person who has been genetically modified not to feel any emotions and obey the emissaries’ commands.

Forbidden territory – Any area outside of the ecocity.

Deviants – Anyone who’s not in the ecocity and following the seven virtues.

Rebels – Criminals not allowed in the wards.

Wards – Small secured holdings where deviants train for the war.

Main ward – The city where most deviants live.

Chapter 1

Jai

On my way to the haven where the healing center is situated, I stare out the window at the ecocity. It’s the only home I’ve ever known, as I was born and raised inside the dome.

It always looks the same.

Sigh. Nothing ever changes.

There are smaller concrete buildings, the older ones that weren’t torn down and replaced with new shiny skyscrapers. The haven is the tallest building, completely made up of solar windows that reflect green and blue. It’s where the curers, scientists, enforcers, and emissaries are situated.

Our ecocity was cleaned up after the fifth world war when everything was destroyed. From what I’ve learned in my history class, it was a brutal war where only a few survived. No one won, and too many died. Mankind was almost driven to the point of extinction. The animals and most of the vegetation, plants, and trees weren’t that fortunate – they were all wiped out.

All that remained were DNA samples scientists had managed to keep in a secure location from the deviants. That location is now the laboratories where my father works, at the heart of our ecocity, the haven.

Sometimes I get the feeling everything is just too much. Too perfect. Too controlled. It’s a bubble waiting to be popped.

Letting out another sigh, my eyes lock on a billboard, and I automatically read our laws for what must be the millionth time.

Always sacrifice yourself for others.

Do not be greedy or prideful.

No emotions, affection, or touching are to be shown in public.

No unauthorized relationships between men and women.

Obey the emissaries and virtues without question.

Do not overindulge.

Always give of yourself without expecting anything in return.

Do not show annoyance or anger.

Be considerate and mannered.

Together we will prevail.

We will not repeat the errors of our ancestors.

Be blessed.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes because it feels like the virtues are constantly being forced down our throats.

There are seven billboards in total, strategically placed across the metropolis. Not only do they show the virtues, but they also convert the atmospheric humidity into water because the single river we have running through our ecocity isn’t nearly enough to provide for all the citizens' needs.


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Waliz (The Hallans #2) Read Online Bethany-Kris http://www.books2020.com/waliz-the-hallans-2-read-online-bethany-kris Thu, 10 Nov 2022 23:01:53 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/waliz-the-hallans-2-read-online-bethany-kris Categories Genre: Alien, Dystopia, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Hallans Series by Bethany-Kris
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
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Kings never die but living forever or finding his mate on a doomed planet is the last thing on Halun’s mind as he wages war against the humans of Earth.

With an altar of heads on spikes and a throne of melted weapons outside his camp, not even the sight of it is enough to quell the fire in Halun’s heart for what was done to his brother by the earthlings. The only reason he allows the leader of The Opposition in his presence is because he knows the females of this planet have a role to play in Hallalah’s future. But this one meeting will set the future king on a collision course with the fate he’s longed to find all his life.

Luna, the rebel daughter of The Opposition leader, has been taken hostage by The New Order and moved from one prison to another in the hopes that they can beat the answers they want out of her and avoid being found by her father. He is not who they should worry about. She can’t afford to wait for anyone to come save her, and when she sees an opportunity to escape, she uses whatever means necessary to make her way towards the exit.

She never expected to find a Hallan standing in her way.
He knows he’s found his mate.
She thinks she’s come up against her new captor.
The rules just changed.

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ONE

There’s something about the smell of war.

Something exhilarating.

Something I like.

At the gate of the compound where my army of Hallans have taken control and made camp until our duty here is done and we leave this awful planet, I stop for a moment. Long enough to catch the scent on the breeze. I breathe a good chest full in, and then exhale.

Ah.

There it is.

Suffering and the beginnings of a long restitution. This planet will pay in a river of blood. I don’t need to return to the Hallan war horns in the distance to pick up on the cries of mercy from the newest wave of human males captured in our latest attack. As I leave the destruction and death cries behind, I still want that moment to appreciate the unfurling, unpleasant truth coming undone beneath these earthlings’ feet.

If I’m being honest, I did not expect to be on Earth for this long after first arriving. Yet, those left in power after the recent demolishment of their capitol by our destroyer ships remain a stone in my shoe.

Forever on my last nerve.

And not one more step ahead of me for long.

I found the sanitorium shown to me in my brother’s memories taken from his mate. I found it within mere days of our arrival, in fact.

I found it empty.

Ransacked.

Practically useless.

Except for the records. We may be getting closer to the ability of reading the human language—the library of books we’ve amassed just from the general’s home alone is astounding—but I didn't need to understand the words inside a file to match the photograph of a mature-aged, black-haired woman to one found in General Lockett’s home.

Zarah.

That’s the name a dying male croaked under the crushing grip of my hands around his throat before I made sure his death was painless.

Mostly.

Selina Lockett’s mother will be found if it’s the last thing I do here. I won’t fail in that promise to my baby brother. No matter how determined the males in power of this planet are to use Zarah as the bait for the return of Bothaki’s mate.

I no longer listen to those demands.

Now, I simply answer them with more violence.

Apparently, I’ve not yet amassed a large enough altar of skulls for the warning to be clear to those who need to know and heed it. That, too, will happen soon enough.

My return beyond the gate after another successful mission is greeted with the bang of staffs against the ground, mirrored bows across the board of waiting guards, and a murmur of, “Waliz Halun.”

The greeting of my people, even on the day of my birth, has yet to fail in settling heavily on my shoulders. Like the hug of an old cloak that fits my contours perfectly but I can’t forget it is there.

Not for a second.

“Mecha,” I reply in kind.

A good day, I tell them. Another well done round of making our position here unbearably clear to any human within distance to hear it. And they will, everywhere.

Until I get what I want.

I make my way through the front of our compound quickly, weaving between a circle of Hallans cheering on two who go fist to fist in the middle. Their cheers and jeers for the fight only stops long enough to greet me respectfully as I pass.

The same treatment follows me deeper into the compound, beyond the open pits of cooking food and the game of golden rings another group plays under a tent. Knowing news waits for me once I get inside the laboratory we now call our headquarters, and that I’ll be able to get what I’ve been yearning for all day, I don’t pay the delicious scents or game any mind as I head by.


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Love in the Time of Zombies Read Online Jessica Gadziala http://www.books2020.com/love-in-the-time-of-zombies-read-online-jessica-gadziala Wed, 02 Nov 2022 21:50:09 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/love-in-the-time-of-zombies-read-online-jessica-gadziala Categories Genre: Dystopia, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
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No one fell in love in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Except, maybe, these two…
* This is a short (15k) short story with some insta-love, insta-lust, steam, and a hea.

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Catie

I’m nobody’s hero.

I mean, yeah, I guess I looked like one.

Standing in the graveyard with my machete, wearing shiny metal leg, arm, stomach, and neck guards, my dark black hair pulled up in a tight high pony.

I looked like some post-apocalyptic chick from the movies.

You know… back when they still made movies.

When most of the planet wasn’t slow-walking and looking for some yummy brains to chow down on.

I wasn’t a hero, though.

Nope.

I was on the hunt, sure.

But not for the greater good of mankind or anything like that.

See, the thing is, I just caught sight of my newly zombie-fied ex-boyfriend.

To say things hadn’t ended well would be an understatement. I found out that not only had he been serial cheating on me for over a year, but he’d recently taken up with my best friend and gotten her knocked up.

So, yeah, I was holding a grudge.

And I was kind of looking forward to chopping his head off, if I’m being completely honest.

I’d come a long way since the world ended.

Once upon a time, I’d been a girl who’d gagged at the sight of blood, who couldn’t stomach most primetime TV shows because they were too violent.

“Catie, why are you so damn sensitive to everything?” was the mantra of everyone around me back then.

Who’d have guessed that, just about year and a half or so later, they would all be gone, and I’d be the lone survivor of my friend and family groups.

In a lot of ways, my innate introvertedness had served me well. I hadn’t been out in public when the outbreak first started. Hell, if it weren’t for the news, I probably wouldn’t have known about it for another week or two, when my favorite snacks were in short supply and I needed to head out to re-stock.

See, at the time, I’d been working from home.

I had no close connections.

And I’d just finally dumped my cheating boyfriend.

I was alone in my apartment with a stacked pantry from that last pandemic that had just cleared up a little while before the whole brain-eating one started.

At first, the news had been hopeful that things would just blow over.

Then, of course, that kind of all went away when the zombies broke in and started eating the newscasters and crew on live TV.

It turned out that our last pandemic had sort of set a lot of us up for the zombie apocalypse. We’d learned to stay in, to avoid people, and, in turn, we’d survived longer than you’d think.

But, slowly but surely, people needed to venture out for supplies. That was when a lot of the murdering happened.

There was hardly a day that went by when someone wasn’t screaming from on the ground below my little apartment building.

Did I feel bad?

I mean, yeah. Of course. But after a while, you kind of just got a little jaded to it all.

Survival was weird like that.

A base, primal instinct.

I spent hours and hours reinforcing the lower level of my apartment building so the zombies couldn’t get in. I lucked out having a brick building. Once the windows were properly secured and the lower part of the fire escape broken, there wasn’t any way for them to get in.

So in was where I generally stayed.

See, not only did I have my pandemic supplies, but my apartment was above an Italian restaurant.

I’d been living on pasta, waxed cheese, and rolls for a long, long time.

Oh.

And red wine.

We couldn’t forget the red wine.

It helped me fall asleep even with the sounds of grumbling and munching of the zombies and screaming of the people who got in their way.

They were noisy-ass eaters.

So I could only imagine that my ex-boyfriend, who’d been an annoying chomper when he was human, was probably especially loud as a zombie.

Not that he’d get a chance to do much eating.

What with my cutting his head off and all.

He wouldn’t be my first kill.

Judging by the tally I’d been keeping on my apartment door, I was up to twenty-four of the bloody, tattered, brainless abominations.

Most of them were from necessity.

Especially when I’d been securing my home, and had needed to venture outside.

It had been surprisingly easy.

See, I’d been worried that I didn’t have killing in me.

The thing was, the zombie virus had turned humans into something decidedly un-human. They moved strangely, sounded odd, and were actively decaying.

It didn’t feel like murder.

Hell, it wasn’t even like killing an animal—something I was sure I’d never be capable of, no matter how hungry I got.

It was almost like a game, a sport.

Admittedly, I’d never been any good at those in the past. But it turned out that all the reinforcing of my house had built up some nice muscles, so when I’d swung my first weapon, I’d knocked off an arm. Then a leg. And once I grabbed something bigger, the beheading was pretty easy.


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The Overlord’s Pet – Alien Mate Index Read Online Evangeline Anderson http://www.books2020.com/the-overlords-pet-alien-mate-index-read-online-evangeline-anderson Fri, 02 Sep 2022 22:09:31 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-overlords-pet-alien-mate-index-read-online-evangeline-anderson Categories Genre: Alien, Dystopia, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
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I never wanted to be a pet—especially not the pet of an arrogant, Alien Overlord.

Now I’m stuck on his spaceship, learning to walk on a leash and eating a disgusting concoction called “human chow.” Also, Sir demands that I go through “training” of the extra-spicy variety in order to display “proper pet behavior” whatever that means. Will I ever get back to Earth? You’ll have to read The Overlord’s Pet to find out.
When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? An astronaut? A ballerina? A scientist? Whatever it was, I bet it wasn’t a pet. Specifically the pet of a huge, muscular, arrogant Alien Overlord.
I never wanted to be a pet either, but that seems to be my fate. I was sucked through the bathroom mirror at my Great Aunt’s house by these little blue guys called “Commercians” who run a service called The Alien Mate Index. They sold me to a huge alien with horns and a tail who told me I may call him “Master” or “Sir.” He made me wear a collar and taught me to walk on leash and even tried to get me to eat “human chow!” But don’t worry—he’s not one of those crazy owners who forces their pet to wear clothing. No—Sir thinks that clothes on a pet look “ridiculous” so guess who gets to run around his spaceship bare-ass naked all day? I’ll give you two guesses and both of them are “me.”
This isn’t a fate I chose and I’m determined to escape from Sir and find my way back to Earth. But things start getting sticky when he claims that he bought me for a purpose much larger than the two of us. Does the fate of my galaxy really rest on my shoulders? And why does it require so much extra “training” of the spicy variety? Will I ever get back to my own planet and eat a cheeseburger instead of that disgusting human chow?
To find out, you’ll have to read The Overlord’s Pet
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PROLOGUE

HOW I BECAME AN ALIEN OVERLORD’S PET

What did you dream of being when you were little? I mean, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I know lots of little girls want to be a ballerina or a princess or something cute like that. Lots of them aspire to higher ideals—an astronaut or a scientist or even the first female President (I swear someday we’re going to have one!) But no little girl that I know wants to grow up to be somebody’s pet. I know I certainly didn’t. But that’s exactly what happened when I was abducted and zapped up to space by a group of wormy blue guys called the Commercians who run a service called The Alien Mate Index.

My name is Eliza Angelica Thompson, (though my friends just call me Elli,) and I was kidnapped and forced to become an Alien Overlord’s pet.

Not just any Alien Overlord, mind you—he’s a Lord of the Realm on Korrigon Four, which is supposedly the most civilized and advanced planet in the universe—at least according to the Korrigans. He’s also ten feet tall with piercing full-black eyes, muscular, and extremely imposing. He’s a very stern Master—which I found out the hard way.

So why would such an important guy pick me to be his pet? Well, you got me. I’m just an ordinary Earth woman struggling to get by in today’s gig economy. I definitely don’t stand out in a crowd.

I’m short and curvy—more curvy than I should be, honestly, but whatever—with long dark brown hair that lights up red in the sunlight. I have what my mom calls a “Kewpie doll” face with brown eyes, a cute little nose and lips that are a tad too big. My best feature is probably my eyes—they’re really big with long lashes. And my worst feature is my chubby cheeks—though I do have dimples when I smile. But I’m not a model or anything. And as I said, I’m way too curvy to be interesting to most guys—let alone rich, important ones. You wouldn’t see someone who looked like me starring as the heroine in a billionaire romance.

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that I’m nothing special—not a girl you’d pick to be your perfect companion if you had access to every single female on Earth and you got to choose one. Yet, here I am, an Alien Overlord’s pet…

But maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. Maybe I should give you a little background and let you know what was happening when I was taken. And you might want to listen up because the Commercians and their AMI are still up there, orbiting Earth and catering to rich Aliens who like Earth girls.

If you’re not careful, you might be next…

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ELLI

“Eliza, darling, do be a dear and pick up Princess Prissy from the groomers on your way over here, won’t you?”

The voice of my Great Aunt Maizy set my teeth on edge, as usual. Aunt Maizy was an eccentric old woman who lived by herself in a mini mansion on the edge of the most expensive golf course in town, right by the Fairlanes Country Club. She had lived there for as long as I could remember because apparently my Great Uncle Harold used to like to play golf. However, he had died of a stroke many years ago, leaving my Aunt to devote all her time and money to her pets—the most spoiled of which was the aforementioned “Princess Prissy.”

Princess Prissy was a purebred Pomeranian who was cute as a button and mean as a snake. She was horrible to everyone but my Great Aunt and the tiny, vicious dog just barely tolerated her. I hated dealing with the little yapper—she’d bitten me more times than I could count. Unfortunately, catering to the spoiled pooch was part of my job.

Now, lest you think I was nothing but a companion for my Great Aunt like Jo was for Aunt March in Little Women, I also had a real job—well, sort of.

See, I have a Masters degree in Library Science but lately the powers that be had decided to cut our funding—a lot. That meant the library I worked at opened later and closed earlier and there were less hours to go around for all the librarians working there. Which sucked—hard. Because I was barely making ends meet before the cutbacks.

Then my landlord informed me that my rent was going up five hundred dollars a month and I was nearly tearing my hair out with worry. What was I going to do? I did not want to move back in with my Mom or sleep on my sister’s couch. My fiancé was out of the question—Don liked his “personal space”—which was probably one reason he still hadn’t set a date with me, even though we’d been engaged for five years already. Besides, his apartment is a pigsty.


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Brenya was torn from her service in Beta Sector and reassigned to serve the Commodore of Bernard Dome’s aggressive physical needs. Out of her depth and confused, she flounders under his untried care. The leader of their Dome is as demanding as he is sweet. He is beautiful, and he is treacherous.
And he has sworn never to let her go.
From the internationally bestselling author of the Alpha’s Claim series, Addison Cain brings you Alpha’s Control. Alongside the Commodore and Brenya, Shepherd and Claire’s story continues under new Domes rife with intrigue and danger. Absolute Power is a 13,000 word prelude to Stolen: Alpha’s Control, Book One.

Publisher’s Note: The Alpha’s Control series is a dark Omegaverse tale with explicit sexual themes and complete power exchange. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.
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Chapter 1

Mid-morning sun reflected off the glass so sharply, even squinting, Brenya’s eyes began to water. Gloved hands to the East Sector solar plate, she twisted in her rigging, searching out the perfect angle so light might distort and show hidden danger.

Right there… refraction.

Helmut flush with the damaged pane, she traced over the almost imperceptible feather-like cracks marring the clear amorphous metal.

Routine maintenance scans had misclassified why K73-2554’s solar collection was malfunctioning. It was not a wiring issue; the pane was about to shatter. Damage of this nature led to serious ruptures, evacuations of sectors, and the potential death of everyone inside.

Speaking evenly, she catalogued all she’d found to the tech team supporting her climb behind Bernard Dome’s glass. “Unit 17C to terminal. Pane K73-2554 is damaged beyond original assessment. The structure is badly cracked and will need replacing once fabrication is complete.”

There was a hiss of white noise before her tech’s radio communication came through. “Copy, unit 17C. An urgent status notation has been logged into the repair queue. You are granted clearance to patch while we wait for fabrication. Manufacturing posts a three-hour timeline.”

According to her oxygen reserves, that would give Brenya just under an hour to complete install. It would be a close call. “Roger that. Commencing emergency repair.”

A patch on fissures might postpone catastrophic failure… then again it might not. Though she could not see them, someone on the inside of that reflective glass was scrambling to install metal sheet reinforcement even as Brenya reached for the tools at her belt.

The human race had learned long ago that risks were no longer an option. In order to survive, there had to be layers of safeguards and regulation.

Swaying in her rigging, dangling high above the ground, she tiptoed around the damaged section’s frame. With the aid of a heat gun and strong epoxy, Brenya endeavored to reinforce what would ultimately be a fatal crack. It was delicate work that required patience and a light touch. Too much heat, and the whole panel might shatter, too little, and the epoxy would fail to set. One had to account for the sun, the changing outside temperature. One had to adjust to the blinding glare engineering grunts were trained never to turn their head from.

Grunts tasked with the dangerous job of outer Dome repair were never to let their eyes wander. The verdant, creeping wilderness could not be a distraction. Staring at the open skyline, the distant tips of a dead, crumbling city’s tallest structures were said to encourage mental instability. It endangered all those who relied on them inside to maintain absolute focus.

Those caught looking were grounded and banned from making the descent again.

Failure of so grave a nature led to social ostracizing from the very corps one had been raised with, the family one worked with. Colleagues would find you suspicious; friends would demand one submit to reassignment.

Never would Brenya risk it.

Being selected for the external repair program had already placed her in a less than favorable light amongst her peers—even if the work she did kept them all alive.

Every citizen had heard the stories of engineering grunts who grew obsessed with what languished outside the Dome. Some had even tried to leave, or purposefully harmed the structure that protected them all. If rumors were true, there was even a growing faction of dissenters who quietly questioned if the virus was really a threat.

In the five years she’d routinely made the descent, Brenya seen things outside the Dome people inside would never lay their eyes upon. She was privy to what her colleagues considered temptation. Once a butterfly alit beside a ventilation duct she was reconstructing piece by piece. The insect had been spotted orange, and lightly fluttered its wings as it rested so near, her fingers could almost brush it. She had wanted to watch that insect, to marvel at nature as her ancestors must have done before the plague. But it was forbidden.

Before the increase in her heart rate might signal to her tech a break in protocol, she’d shooed it away. As far as Brenya knew, no soul in the Dome had ever known that, for a matter of seconds, she understood why some grunts grew obsessed with all that lay outside.

“Unit 17C, weather forecasting warns an 18 knot gust will arrive from the north in twenty seconds.”

“Roger.”

With skilled movement, she reached for the magnetic handholds stored in the utility belt around her bio-suit. Swinging her rigging to the left, they were locked into place on an undamaged panel. By the time the wind rushed past her, she was secure, pressed to the side of the Dome, and safe.

It was the second, undeclared gust five minutes later that was her ruin.

While dangling upside-down from her harness in an attempt to finalize the last portion of her repair, tearing wind slammed her straight into the pane so hard she lost her breath. It shattered just like Brenya had reported it would, right before she felt a sudden loss of gravity.


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>No one will take what’s his…
The Commodore stole her off the streets in broad daylight—the first Omega female discovered in Bernard Dome in generations. He took her with violence while none intervened. He broke her, swearing he’d put her back together.
Brenya Perin was ordered to submit.
Bernard Dome is the jewel of Europe, a bastion of art and culture, pleasure and decadence. But life in the city depends on the occupation chosen for you at birth. There is no subversion, no question of who rules. There is no freedom.
And there is no interference from foreign Domes… until a new threat arrives from a distant continent. Shepherd’s right hand man, Jules.
Peace has a price, a price the Commodore of Bernard Dome is willing to pay… so long as the rare Omega remains his.
***
Shepherd’s influence is on the rise. His machinations are subtle, his hands full tending to his recovering mate. Her safety is his priority, and something he’s willing to risk war to assure. Bernard Dome has what he wants, and they will all be dammed if they deny him.
Publisher's Note: The fourth book in Addison Cain's exciting, raw, and suspense-filled Omegaverse series is a Dark Romance featuring complete power exchange.
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Chapter 1

Bernard Dome

Mid-morning sun reflected off the glass so sharply, even squinting, Brenya’s eyes began to water. Gloved hands to the East Sector solar plate, she twisted in her rigging, searching out the perfect angle so light might distort and show hidden danger.

Right there… refraction.

Helmet flush with the damaged pane, she traced over the almost imperceptible feather-like cracks marring the clear amorphous metal.

Routine maintenance scans had misclassified why K73-2554’s solar collection was malfunctioning. It was not a wiring issue; the pane was about to shatter. Damage of this nature led to serious ruptures, evacuations of sectors, and the potential death of everyone inside.

Speaking evenly, she catalogued all she’d found to the tech team supporting her climb behind Bernard Dome’s glass. “Unit 17C to terminal. Pane K73-2554 is damaged beyond original assessment. The structure is badly cracked and will need replacing once fabrication is complete.”

There was a hiss of white noise before her tech’s radio communication came through. “Copy, unit 17C. An urgent status notation has been logged into the repair queue. You are granted clearance to patch while we wait for fabrication. Manufacturing posts a three-hour timeline.”

According to her oxygen reserves, that would give Brenya just under an hour to complete install. It would be a close call. “Roger that. Commencing emergency repair.”

A patch on fissures might postpone catastrophic failure… then again it might not. Though she could not see them, someone on the inside of that reflective glass was scrambling to install metal sheet reinforcement even as Brenya reached for the tools at her belt.

The human race had learned long ago that risks were no longer an option. In order to survive, there had to be layers of safeguards and regulation.

Swaying in her rigging, dangling high above the ground, she tiptoed around the damaged section’s frame. With the aid of a heat gun and strong epoxy, Brenya endeavored to reinforce what would ultimately be a fatal crack. It was delicate work that required patience and a light touch. Too much heat, and the whole panel might shatter, too little, and the epoxy would fail to set. One had to account for the sun, the changing outside temperature. One had to adjust to the blinding glare engineering grunts were trained never to turn their head from.

Grunts tasked with the dangerous job of outer Dome repair were never to let their eyes wander. The verdant, creeping wilderness could not be a distraction. Staring at the open skyline, the distant tips of a dead, crumbling city’s tallest structures were said to encourage mental instability. It endangered all those who relied on them inside to maintain absolute focus.

Those caught looking were grounded and banned from making the descent again.

Failure of so grave a nature led to social ostracizing from the very corps one had been raised with, the family one worked with. Colleagues would find you suspicious; friends would demand one submit to reassignment.

Never would Brenya risk it.

Being selected for the external repair program had already placed her in a less than favorable light amongst her peers—even if the work she did kept them all alive.

Every citizen had heard the stories of engineering grunts who grew obsessed with what languished outside the Dome. Some had even tried to leave, or purposefully harmed the structure that protected them all. If rumors were true, there was even a growing faction of dissenters who quietly questioned if the virus was really a threat.

In the five years she’d routinely made the descent, Brenya had seen things outside the Dome people inside would never lay their eyes upon. She was privy to what her colleagues considered temptation. Once a butterfly alit beside a ventilation duct she was reconstructing piece by piece. The insect had been spotted orange and lightly fluttered its wings as it rested so near her fingers could almost brush it. She had wanted to watch that insect, to marvel at nature as her ancestors must have done before the plague. But it was forbidden.

Before the increase in her heart rate might signal to her tech a break in protocol, she’d shooed it away. As far as Brenya knew, no soul in the Dome had ever known that, for a matter of seconds, she understood why some grunts grew obsessed with all that lay outside.

“Unit 17C, weather forecasting warns an 18 knot gust will arrive from the north in twenty seconds.”

“Roger.”

With skilled movement, she reached for the magnetic handholds stored in the utility belt around her bio-suit. Swinging her rigging to the left, they were locked into place on an undamaged panel. By the time the wind rushed past her, she was secure, pressed to the side of the Dome, and safe.

It was the second, undeclared gust five minutes later that was her ruin.

While dangling upside-down from her harness in an attempt to finalize the last portion of her repair, tearing wind slammed her straight into the pane so hard she lost her breath. It shattered just like Brenya had reported it would, right before she felt a sudden loss of gravity.


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Swallow it Down Read online Addison Cain http://www.books2020.com/swallow-it-down-read-online-addison-cain Sun, 21 Jun 2020 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/swallow-it-down-read-online-addison-cain Categories Genre: Dark, Dystopia, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Romance Tags Authors:
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I’ve seen the way he looks at me.
The Captain. The unquestioned leader of this ship.
A ship I wish to be free of. A man I want to be as far away from as my legs might carry me. The society he’s designed, the rules, the endless battle of wills...
Yes, I’ve seen the way he looks at me. I’ve felt his fingertips brush my skin. Heard his laugh. Experienced his smile.
One that’s only for me, and only in secret. And I know what he wants.
He told me himself that everyone has to pay; that all who survived the fall of civilization were culpable. That’s how he justifies the decisions he’s made, the necessary evils he allows to take place on this ship… all in the name of a greater good.
And it’s why I resist the starved way his gaze drinks me down. Why I can’t be had at any price.
SWALLOW IT DOWN is an angst-ridden, enemies to lovers romance, boasting a strong female lead and a swoon worthy hero. This standalone features an HEA that will keep you turning the page all night.
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Chapter One

Dripping, swampy sweat had gathered between Eugenia’s breasts. Her mouth a desert. Knowing exactly how foul the act was, she delved dirty fingers between slimy mounds to bring the salty brine to parched lips.

And she sucked them clean, ignoring the taste of road dust.

Scrambling to cover exposed skin, cleavage was concealed. From head to toes, her body fully draped to protect from the relentless sun. That same protection half the reason she was melting alive in no man’s land.

Sweat. Or burn and sweat. A lose-lose situation.

Wide-brimmed hat, woven by hand and ugly as the day was long, kept the sun off her face. A bandana kept the dust out of her mouth. Layers of repurposed tee-shirts, badly sewn together animal skins, jeans, sneakers on the verge of losing their soles. Torn bits and bobs, a sea of safety pins and animal gut thread keeping her just as fashionably disgusting as everyone else since the world ended.

And the goddamn sun was relentless, miles yet until she might reach where Fresh Water marked her map.

It had been two days.

Two days without fluids was enough to kill in this kind of heat.

A lapping lakeshore—spanned by the raggedy stone bridge underfoot—was just another reminder that nothing could be trusted. Murky, undrinkable water taunted travelers. Water that had tempted many to take a sip. Eugenia had seen enough corpses on the road not to fall for nature's trick.

Not to listen to the sweet splashes as she pined for a drink.

It had once been so easy to grab a bottle of chilled water from the fridge. To not question the source or the safety. Food had been abundant and full of variety. People used words like organic, vegan, prime...

Now? Not so much. Eat what you find or don’t eat at all. And that included the rare expired snack food that one would think might be exciting when the menu often included grubs, but really… the taste of before didn't come with a sense of nostalgia. It came with a knife of remembrance.

The stone bridge. The water. The dead forest taunted her enough with what the world had been. A rare find of Cheetos just pissed her off.

Humid air rustled through branches, but there was no whisper of leaves sighing as trees swayed. Only the bony noise of clicking, snapping wood.

Pathetic last words, but worth muttering. “What I wouldn’t give for air conditioning.”

The man plodding on at her side grumbled, “They got that up in city. If you’d just go to one, you can pay for cool air like everyone else.”

John wasn’t the worst companion she’d met on the road. Of a similar age, strong enough to carry his own pack and contribute, he was the quiet sort. Only got handsy with her once. Learned his lesson and remembered the manners his mother must have taught him before nuclear war fucked up everything everywhere.

“Need I remind you, John, this shortcut was your idea.” He'd strongly suggested this very route, leaning over her without so much as brushing her shoulder when they came to a crossroads and she had to decide left or right.

With a slanted grin, he shrugged. “According to your map, this trail took two days off the journey to Fresh Water.”

It wasn’t a trail if the road was paved, but there was really no point in correcting him. Especially since she had agreed. The reason she’d agreed? Because it also kept them farther from the marked settlements on her map.

Even better, travelers avoided the dead woods under the false assumption that the forest was toxic. But there were no char marks or wilting. None of the telltale signs that hinted at radiation. The trees were dead, true, but they were also decaying. Irradiated woods didn’t decay, because they lacked the microbes responsible for recycling organic matter. These trees died after the bombs fell.

Gypsy Moths.

The forest died when, year after year, caterpillars decimated their leaves—damaging the tree’s ability to respirate and gather energy from the sun. Trunks fell and rotted like they were supposed to. Many lay in the road, slowly turning to sawdust.

There were bugs to eat. There were animals to hunt. There were other things growing like weeds on a grave, which meant there was also rain.

Not that Eugenia had enjoyed a sudden thunderstorm or the relief of water she might actually drink falling from the sky. From the look of the dried-out body face down in the middle of the bridge, that poor soul hadn’t felt the rain either.

Rushing to pillage the corpse’s pack, John pulled the zipper and found… nothing of value. Eugenia could have told him that. If the person had water, they wouldn’t have died on the middle of a bridge, face down and mostly ignored by the wildlife.

Let the man moan and curse.

John’s frustration was hers; it was everyone’s in the dead world where nothing was easy and everything hurt.


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It's the year 2045 and the world has gone through many changes. After war and plagues have vastly depleted life on the planet, there's a mad rush to repopulate the remaining nations. But in this new world, only the elite are allowed to reproduce at will, and they can have their pick of any available female.Alyssa was born in another time, just before the changes came. How will this headstrong opinionated young girl handle the new reality of her life as a handmaid to one of the wealthiest men in town?
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Prologue

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"Where is she?" There was no inflection in the young man’s voice and tone, and yet the elderly gentleman wrung his hands in consternation, as he avoided the fierce, piercing eyes of the man standing before him. Brax Stanford was a younger man yes, but he was of higher breeding and wealth than old Silas, and Silas was a man who knew his place.

Unlike some others, who would be dragged kicking and screaming into hell before they’d submit themselves to anyone. Like his eighteen-year old daughter who was even now hiding when she should be here front and center to meet her new master.

"Well sir you see, it's like this, please don't be too cross she's young yet and prone to nonsense on occasion." If he could he would be almost anywhere else but here right now facing what was sure to be the man’s coming wrath.

"That doesn't answer my question now does it, where is my property?" Though the younger man did not raise his voice this time either it still sent fear through the other man. All knew of Master Stanford's strength, and his temper. If not for the also well-known fact that the man also had a heart of gold old Silas would've helped the girl hide himself, but he was hoping for his only child's sake that the tales of the young master’s kindnesses were true.

When he'd first fell on hard times, he'd thought long and hard of his options. There weren't that many left for a man like himself, a man of lesser means. He had nothing really to offer the world and this new world was very hard and unforgiving to those who were less fortunate.

He hadn’t always been in this sorry predicament. Once he’d been a man of means himself and could’ve afforded the best of everything for the child that had been the apple of his eye. But then his business had gone belly up almost fifteen years ago in twenty sixteen. Now on the cusp of twenty thirty-one he was about to be rid of his one remaining asset.

Yes that's the conclusion he'd drawn that long ago day. She was his one asset and by her very existence a liability. The money it took to feed and clothe her far exceeded his meager savings and he'd heard often enough of her beauty. Better he hand her off to someone with means, than let some bastard soil her for free. Besides, as her sire it was up to him to see to her future and make sure it was less bleak than what it was now.

He'd put out feelers, but in certain circles only. After all he wanted her to go to a good man and hopefully a nice home. Forget illegalities, no one in society really governed such things anymore, and besides, he knew of plenty who had gone that route with successful results. It was almost de rigueur these days for such things to take place.

For the wealthy elite it was almost a sign of their standing in society for a young man to have…whatever it was he was about to make his daughter into. He couldn’t bring himself to think beyond the technicalities of the thing.

Never in a million years, would he have believed his inquiry would reach such high echelons as the Stanford heir though. He’d never allowed his thoughts to become that lofty. Never dared hope that the likes of the young master would be interested in his little sprite.

He'd been gone with excitement when the man had sent his servant to fetch him to his fancy mansion on the hill. Hell, his daughter will be living in splendor. Marble floors and gold filigree on the mirrors, yes indeed the girl will think she'd moved up in the world and be glad of it.

He totally overlooked the fact that she would be in essence nothing more than property, or that the freedoms the high-strung Alyssa now enjoyed would be so greatly reduced as to be almost nonexistent. He was more interested in putting food in their bellies and a roof over their heads.

The deal had been struck and he'd walked away a rich man. He felt no guilt, his conscience was clear. He'd found a good master for his little girl. The boy had been kind spoken with fine manners as he asked his questions. And he wasn’t a bad looking young man either. Any woman would be well pleased, and he expected no less from his only child. She was female wasn’t she? And young. Surely she’d appreciate that he’d found her someone as well heeled as master Braxton.

She was sure to be well fed and looked after, things he could no longer afford to do for her. The girl was smart enough to see the reasoning behind his decision, or so he’d convinced himself. But here it is the day she was supposed to go to her new home and the child was making him look bad.


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The world they once knew was gone. Now they have to do whatever it takes to survive. So Sasha strikes up a deal with a savage, knowing she can use her one currency to get them out of this. Her body.

She’ll stay with him, be whatever he needs, whatever he wants as long as he helps keep them safe. And he agrees.

She’s now his … the property of a savage who will use her because he now owns her.
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Chapter One

And the world crumbles.

“What should I take?” Lucy yelled from down the hall.

Sasha opened up her drawer and started tossing clothes over her shoulder and onto the bed. Her heart was racing, a frantic, painful beating against her ribs. They were alone in the house, directed by their parents to stay put and not to let anyone in. They’d left several hours ago to go to the grocery store and stock up on supplies, leaving Sasha to care for Lucy, her ten-year-old sister. They’d told them to pack a bag, only enough that they could carry on their back. She had no idea where they were going or what was going to happen, but fear had a tight hold on her. It was sheer determination to be strong for Lucy that let Sasha keep her shit together.

The radio emergency broadcast was on repeat, the announcer’s voice grim, yet frighteningly calm. At only eighteen years old Sasha knew this was bad. She could hear yells from the neighbors right outside her bedroom window, and the sound of tires squealing on pavement.

Officials have confirmed a terrorist attack, biochemical warfare across the United States of America. It is advised to stay in your home, lock your doors, and wait for officials to give further information and direction. This is not a drill. Although we don’t know the extent of the situation, it is confirmed that respiratory distress is the first symptom of infection. Be vigilant and aware of your surroundings, keep doors locked and windows shut. Fatality rates for those infected is currently at one hundred percent.

Sasha stood and curled her hands around the edge of the dresser, that broadcast repeating over and over, consuming her, causing her fear to go even higher. She was young, but old enough to know what this all meant. They were under attack, and whatever was being used was killing everyone who was infected. She shut the radio off, not able to listen to it another minute.

“Can I bring my dolls and blankets?”

Sasha opened her eyes and exhaled slowly before looking at Lucy. Her little sister stood in the doorway, three blankets hanging over her shoulder and a handful of dolls under her arm. Her dark hair was a wild mess around her head, her once high ponytail now hanging off to the side.

Sasha was trying to stay calm in the face of all of this for Lucy’s sake. But she was about to lose it, to break down and give in to everything that was going on around her.

“Can I, Sasha?”

Despite all of this Sasha smiled for Lucy’s sake. “You probably only have enough room for one of your little blankets and a doll. We need to make sure you have clothes packed.”

Lucy pouted but nodded. “Where are we going? I don’t understand why we have to be in such a hurry. And why aren’t Mom and Dad back? They left a long time ago. I’m starting to get hungry and the only thing we have is gross stuff. They said they’d buy a box of cookies just for me.” She rattled off her questions, something she did when she was frightened.

Sasha wanted to make her feel better but she didn't know how to. She was scared as well and barely hanging on.

“They’ll be back soon,” Sasha replied but she had this horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, one that had her heart racing and her nerves increasing. Her parents had been gone far too long, but she tried to tell herself that maybe everyone was having the same thoughts, needing to get to the store and gather supplies.

That made sense, was logical. But it did nothing to help ease her fears and worries.

“Let’s just do what Mom and Dad told us, okay?” She stared at Lucy, trying to appear like she was in control and not freaking out. But the truth was not something she could’ve ever envisioned. It was a nightmare. Could the world really be ending?

Once her bag was packed she set it by the door. She also packed a bag for her mother and father, not sure what they needed but she supposed anything was better than nothing. If they had to leave quickly at least they’d be somewhat prepared.

Grabbing the remote and turning on the TV, she sat down and started bouncing her leg as she listened to the broadcaster. The only thing on was news channel after news channel, breaking headlines that told of the terrorist attack, the virus, and the mortality rate. Her heart was beating far too fast and she placed a hand over her chest, the pain taking her breath away.

“What does that mean?” Lucy asked softly from behind her and Sasha quickly turned off the TV and stood, turning around to face her younger sister. She didn’t know what to say, how to respond. Lucy was only ten, maybe too young to fully understand the scope of what was happening. Hell, Sasha felt like she was too young at eighteen. But it was just as if something snapped inside of her when all of this went down, as if her survival instinct had taken over.


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