Novels by One eye

The battle for Miami was won, but the scars of war would remain. The city, once held captive by Zephyr's tyranny, would begin the long process of healing. And I, forever marked by the experience, would carry the melody of our fight within me, a constant reminder of the price of freedom, of love lost, and of the thin line between ideals and ambition. A chorus of concerned voices pierced the post-adrenaline haze. Levi, Curry, and Maggie burst through the door, their faces etched with a mixture of relief and concern. "Ben!" Levi bellowed, his gruff voice laced with a surprising tenderness. "Anabelle!" Maggie cried, rushing to my sister's side and engulfing her in a tight hug."We're the ones who called the cops," Curry rumbled, his usual stoicism momentarily cracking. "We knew something was wrong when you didn't come back."Relief washed over me in waves. Even amidst the chaos, they had watched my back, a silent melody of support playing in the background of our fight. With a weak smile

In the suffocating silence that followed Zephyr's chilling declaration, a cold dread seeped into my bones. The melody of hope had been drowned out by the menacing chords of her desperation. But even in the face of overwhelming fear, a spark of defiance ignited within me. I wouldn't let her win. I wouldn't let her take Anabelle.Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I stepped forward, a solitary figure challenging a storm. My voice, surprisingly steady, cut through the tension."Then do it, Zephyr," I said, my gaze locked on hers. "If it's true you feel nothing, then shoot me now. Take your revenge, end this charade." My words hung heavy in the air, a desperate gamble played on a single, fragile note. Zephyr's eyes narrowed, her expression unreadable. Did she see a flicker of truth in my challenge, a willingness to sacrifice myself for my sister? Or was it just another ploy, another desperate attempt to manipulate the situation?The symphony of our confrontation had reached a terrifying

My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I approached the imposing structure – the hidden facility, a monument to Zephyr's clandestine operations. Every muscle in my body tensed, a primal awareness of the danger that lurked within. But the terror was eclipsed by a fierce determination – I had to save Anabelle.Pushing open the heavy metal door, I stepped into a cavernous space illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights. Dust motes danced in the air, and an unsettling silence hung heavy in the atmosphere. My gaze darted around the room, searching for any sign of my sister, for Zephyr.Then I saw them. Anabelle, her face pale and streaked with tears, stood trembling in the center of the room. Zephyr, a cold smile twisting her lips, held a pistol pointed directly at Anabelle's head."Ben," Zephyr purred, her voice laced with a cruel amusement. "So nice of you to join us."My breath hitched. Seeing Anabelle, so vulnerable, so utterly terrified, ignited a fire in my gut. "Let her

Days bled into a whirlwind of chaos and confusion. Miami, once a city under Zephyr's suffocating grip, now pulsed with a frenetic energy. The evidence leak from the Spark Library had ignited a firestorm. People poured into the streets, their voices a cacophony of outrage and newfound defiance. Everywhere you looked, protestors brandished makeshift signs, their faces etched with a mixture of anger and hope. At the center of the storm, Bentley Blackwood, stripped of his power and influence, found himself facing the harsh reality of his actions. Arrested by a bewildered police force, he became a symbol of Zephyr's crumbling empire. But amidst the celebrations, a disquieting note lingered – Zephyr herself remained at large.The authorities, their faces grim, plastered wanted posters across the city. Zephyr's face, once a ubiquitous symbol of control, now stared back at us, a chilling reminder of the unfinished battle. News reports speculated on her whereabouts, theories ranging from a de

Days bled into a whirlwind of frantic activity. Our makeshift headquarters, once a haven for despair, buzzed with the electric energy of rebellion. Plans were formulated, discarded, and refined as we meticulously orchestrated our two-pronged attack.At the heart of it all lay Levi's data drive, a digital Pandora's box brimming with incriminating evidence against Zephyr. Our mission – to release its contents to the world through the Spark Library, the global repository of unfiltered information that had become a beacon of hope in these oppressive times.Maggie, ever the tech whiz, toiled away at her laptop, devising a secure yet anonymous upload method. Curry, his gruff exterior masking a meticulous mind, meticulously planned the timing and dissemination of the information once it was released. Liam, a nervous energy crackling around him, outlined his audacious plan to infiltrate Bentley's inner circle and record a confession, a firsthand account of Zephyr's nefarious plans.I, fueled

Sunlight streamed through the dusty window, casting a hopeful glow on the cluttered living room. The air, once thick with the stench of despair, now carried a faint whiff of optimism. A knock on the door shattered the silence, pulling me from my thoughts.With a deep breath, I straightened my clothes and headed towards the door. There, on the other side, stood Maggie and Curry, their faces etched with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Levi, ever vigilant, materialized beside me, his hand resting discreetly near his concealed weapon."Ben," Maggie said, her voice laced with relief, "we were worried sick. We tried calling you, but…""It's alright," I interrupted, ushering them inside. "There's a lot to explain."The next hour was a whirlwind of revelations. I told them everything – the evidence we possessed, and our failed attempt to enlist Liam's help. Their initial disbelief slowly gave way to understanding, their eyes widening with each shocking detail.Finally, when I finished, a