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Wednesday came around again. Just like last time, I got home earlier than both of the older guys. After taking a shower, I settled in the living room, watching Netflix to kill time. But as soon as I heard Max’s car pulling into the garage, my nerves started acting up again—how was I supposed to look Rex in the eye? “Hey… I mean, good evening, Rex,” I said a bit stiffly as he and Max walked into the house. “Oh, great. He gives my friend a good evening but never once gives me one,” Max m
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Charles slipped into his office just after nine, the familiar click of the door sounding unusually final. Minutes later, he found Eddie and Harry waiting by the conference-room table, their eyes bright with quiet confidences. Eddie offered Harry a brief, knowing smile—and when Harry returned it, Eddie reached out and brushed his fingers against Harry’s forearm, a spark of warmth that lingered long after they turned to face Charles. Harry’s cheeks warmed, and Charles watched them both, heart poun
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Night fell in brittle silence as the team worked in a choreographed blur. Within hours, the bunker was locked down, not abandoned. Drives cloned and encrypted. Lab equipment shielded in reinforced cabinets. Personal effects—what few they allowed themselves—secured. Ash oversaw logistics. Quinn monitored satellite relays and cloaked surveillance. Micah checked vitals. Leo reinforced the perimeter’s pulse field. Rhys, wired with adrenaline, kept watch with Elias under the moonlight. They
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We were at the Woodbridge Center Mall, wandering between stores, joking around like always. Even though the place was busy—especially for a Saturday evening—it still felt like we were in our own little world. While Marcus stopped at a food stand to grab drinks, I glanced lazily at the crowd walking past. That’s when I saw a familiar figure in a plain white tee. “Marcus!” I nudged him, nearly spilling his soda. “Dude, what?!” “Is that Rex over there?” I pointed toward the guy’
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The next day was Sunday, and we repeated the same rhythm. I got to his place a bit early, we grabbed food downstairs and chatted over brunch, then studied for another couple of hours. I went home afterward. Those two days? Easily some of the happiest I’d had in a long time. That night, I couldn’t even sleep properly. I kept replaying his smile, his voice, the way he laughed at my jokes. On the train ride back Sunday evening, I posted on both Facebook and Instagram: “Being near you
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The soft hush of falling snow returned, blanketing the mountains in a stillness that belied the tension building beneath the surface. After days of shared memories and warmth, the team resumed their regimen—morning runs through pine-covered trails, field simulations, and strategic recon drills. Their new base near Banff was more remote, better shielded, and now outfitted with layered security protocols Quinn had spent sleepless nights refining. "Perimeter motion dampeners are online," Quinn
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Charles slid behind the wheel of his Audi, the engine purring to life as the three of them climbed in. Eddie settled into the front passenger seat, offering a quick, reassuring glance back at Harry. In the rear, Harry eased himself onto the bench between Charles and Eddie, their shoulders brushing in the subdued glow of the dashboard lights. A comfortable silence fell as Charles guided the car out of the sauna’s driveway, the soft thrum of the tires on the road a gentle counterpoint to the
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That evening, after we all left the cinema, I exchanged numbers with Rex (damn he’s such a cutie with a cool name). He said he’d call me later to talk about tutoring, since we hadn’t really talked much today. I was too busy being shy and messing around with Marcus, while he mostly chatted with his own friends. So we still hadn’t properly gotten to know each other. But honestly, just this little bit was enough to make me giddy—and I stayed in that daze all night. The next day, after school,
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The next day after school, Marcus, Justus, and I hopped on a bus and headed to the mall downtown where we had agreed to meet. To be honest, I didn’t expect much out of this meetup. It was just one of those “sure, whatever” kinds of things. I’m easygoing—I go with the flow. As long as I get to hang out and have fun with my friends, I’m good. I wasn’t even thinking about meeting Rex, the guy who was supposed to tutor me. We arrived earlier than planned, so we just wandered around the mal
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My name is Chubby. That’s what my friends at school call me. But seriously, I’m not chubby at all—not even a little bit. I’m 5 feet 10 and weigh about 165 pounds., and it’s all muscle from playing sports regularly. Besides, “Chubby” is just a name my mom gave me. She’s the one who started it, and it stuck. At home, my mom and older brothers call me Chubby, but my dad and other relatives call me Gus—short for August, the month I was born in. But the reason my friends call me Chubby is because Gus
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A story about a high school boy—a free spirit and an outgoing soul—who is forced into tutoring sessions with someone he’s never met. At first, he’s completely against the idea, but then Cupid strikes, and an arrow pierces straight through his heart. He falls in love instantly and is determined to do whatever it takes to win over the charming college kid everyone’s been talking about.
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Rain fell softly on the winding road as Charles Whitaker’s Audi glided out of the city, the glow of dashboard lights tracing the outline of his exhaled relief. A week of whirlwind briefs and budget scrambles had ended in success: the Dermaluxe mini-campaign was live, and client praise had poured in. To celebrate, Charles, Eddie, and Harry arrived at The Fox & Fiddle just as the neon sign flickered to life, the hum of Friday night spilling out onto the pavements. Inside, dark wood panels and
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Snow blanketed the Canadian forest like a lullaby. Inside the bunker, the air was warm with the smell of cinnamon toast and strong coffee. The team was scattered around the main living area—some still in sleepwear, some already in sweats and socks, and Ash with his morning tea, legs crossed, watching his family wake. Today wasn’t a mission day. It was a day for memories. They’d been up late talking, joking, bickering, reminiscing. Someone—probably Elias—had suggested they all finally s
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“Okay, so what’s the deal? Are you two officially together yet?” I asked Marcus. “Don’t even say we’re ‘together,’ you fat ass,” he replied, his voice fluttering with embarrassment… embarrassed enough to want to kick him. “Why not, shithead? What are you waiting for? Didn’t you say he’s liked you since freshman year?” I tucked my phone under my shoulder and grabbed the headset from my nightstand. “And you’ve been staring at him forever too, haven’t you? Jesus.” “I wasn’t stari
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When Saturday came, I woke up a bit earlier than usual to shower, get dressed, choose my clothes, and prepare myself mentally for going to Justus’s house. Honestly, I didn’t put much thought into it—not because I was trying to dress up nicely to impress him, but because I had to meet his parents, which was different from anything I was used to. So I had to choose an outfit that looked neat and appropriate in the eyes of grown-ups, not just to please Justus alone. I met Chubby at school, and
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Time passed, and the next tennis class rolled around. Ever since what happened in the library, I hadn’t really talked to Justus. I didn’t even go to his house last Saturday like I told Chubby I would. It felt like we were drifting apart again, just being classmates in different social circles. And more importantly, I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at him so often or from losing my nerve whenever we spoke. But I knew I couldn’t keep going on like that forever. “I’ll do my best,
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The days that followed were oddly calm. In the forest-shrouded bunker, the team fell into a rhythm. Morning runs, training drills, meal rotations. Elias started carving small wooden figurines between diagnostics, claiming it helped him focus. Leo built a punch-simulation machine out of repurposed drone parts, and Sylvie got it to swear in six languages when it broke. She and Quinn had taken over the second lab bay, merging her late father’s files with Quinn’s encrypted archives. Slowly, a b
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Harry hesitated in Eddie’s hallway, the soft click of the front door closing still echoing behind him. He’d come for a simple evening of football and friendship—but Robbie’s presence had upended everything. “Who was that?” Harry asked quietly as Eddie crossed the threshold, flicking off the hall light. Eddie’s shoulders sagged. He motioned toward the living room’s worn leather sofa, the muted glow of the paused match splashing across the carpet. “He’s just an acquaintance,” Eddie said,
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After that, I started to see Justus a little differently. I don’t know… I began to feel like he was someone who was way more determined and persistent than I’d ever given him credit for. Sure, I used to underestimate him—but even in just that short amount of time, he’d already proved to me that he could do it, and do it well. Because of that, we managed to pass not just that test, but every other test after it as a pair without much trouble. And more importantly, I actually started to enjoy play
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Their next safehouse was buried deep in the Black Forest of Germany—remote, fog-wrapped, and only accessible through a decaying tunnel once used by Cold War intelligence operatives. Quinn had selected the location for its electromagnetic silence. Nothing pinged. Nothing moved. And no one lived within twenty kilometers. They spent the first few days rebuilding: recalibrating their tech, establishing encrypted uplinks, and disguising the exterior with a blend of digital illusion and old-fashi
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The office was alive with morning energy when Harry Morris stepped into the bullpen, his tall frame cutting through the rows of desks like a beam of sunlight. He carried the final client report in one hand and a paper cup of coffee in the other, cheeks still tinged pink from yesterday’s retreat. At the central cluster of desks, Anna nudged Marcus and Jo as he passed. “Look who survived the fells,” she teased, voice bright. Marcus waved a triumphant fist. “Fells mastered!” Jo laugh
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That's the mystery! But they are stronger then the boys think, that's for sure.
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You could say that VIREX is an organization that recruited the guys for the experiment and they was destroyed in the Prologue. 😃
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The humanoid lunged with a blur of inhuman speed, but Ash was faster. A single gesture from his palm altered the gravity around the attacker, pinning it to the floor with bone-crushing force. But it didn’t scream. It didn’t struggle. It glitched—shimmered—as if caught between this world and another, then disintegrated into a fine haze of sparks. “Not real,” Elias muttered, sliding in beside Leo. “Projections?” “Not quite,” Quinn said through comms. “They’re bio-digital constr
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