Novels by Dor-Dor

Liam’s POV As soon as the floodlights illuminated, I realized we had stepped into a trap. My intuition shouted for me to act, to evacuate everyone, but we were already encircled. Harlow’s men—no fewer than twelve—stepped out from the darkness, aiming their weapons at us. Jonas stood at the heart of everything, self-satisfied and indifferent. "I already mentioned it," he replied, shaking his head. "You were never going to succeed in this." Lindy stood next to me, her jaw clenched, fists balled up. Jordan and Elena stood beside us, their bodies taut, prepared for a battle that we understood we couldn't win—not in this way. I inhaled gradually. "What happens next, Jonas?" I inquired, maintaining a calm tone. "You're turning us over to Harlow?" "Do you believe that gives you a place at his table?" Jonas chuckled, shaking his head. "You still don't understand, do you?" He indicated the armed individuals encircling us. "You're not significant enough for that." His words h

Liam’s POV The scheme was underway, yet the burden of it weighed heavily on my heart. If we handle this correctly, we’ll ultimately reveal the serpent in our midst. If we messed it up... then Harlow would be two steps ahead, and we’d be heading right into a trap. I was seated in the poorly illuminated rear room of a convenience store owned by Jordan's relative. It was one of our secure places, a neutral zone where no eyes or ears could find us. Lindy, Jordan, Elena, and several others assembled at a table strewn with maps, notes, and disposable phones. “We’re set,” Jordan remarked, stretching his shoulders. “Harlow's team will learn about the 'money laundering' site by dawn.” Lindy remained quiet, with her arms folded. She wasn't fond of this, and I understood why. The concept of employing bait to attract the spy was risky. It depended on the traitor falling for the trap, and if they were shrewd enough, they could use it against us. Elena coughed lightly. "Are we certain

The period following the gathering at Father Michael's church was more peaceful than anticipated by everyone. Life continued on as though nothing was different, but deep down, everyone understood that it was far from finished. Liam and his group had gone back to their usual activities, but the assignment to take down Harlow stayed in their thoughts like an unshakeable burden. Returning to his full-time position at the mechanic shop, Liam took comfort in the routine of his job. While his hands focused on repairing vehicles, his thoughts consistently returned to the unusual sense of tranquility. It seemed too perfect to be real, and Liam sensed an approaching storm. While the rest had gone their separate ways, the group remained connected through secret messages and occasional, low-key gatherings. Their facade of normality was just a temporary shield; they were all aware it wouldn't endure. Harlow had moved back into the darkness, his existence on the property a menacing danger. His

The night had dragged on, tense and uncertain, but now the morning sun bathed the town in a gentle, golden glow. After the close encounter with Harlow last night, everyone was completely drained - physically, emotionally, and mentally. They had successfully avoided a catastrophe, for the time being, but the task was not yet complete. Although Liam, Jordan, and Rachel successfully returned from Harlow's estate, they were unable to bring back his whole family. Some stayed faithful to Harlow, while some were too scared to go. The victory was tenuous at most. Father Michael convened one last gathering at the church before everyone went their separate ways. The room was a mix of relief and anxiety, with the understanding that this was not yet finished. Father Michael started by expressing his gratitude to everyone in the room for their courage. He looked at every person - Liam, Jordan, Lindy, Rachel, Principal Dawson, and Elena, who was forgiven for her role as a spy for Harlow. "W

The atmosphere in the room was tense following Harlow's son's abrupt entrance with his urgent message. The pale and trembling boy held onto Lindy, who tried to reassure him. Liam, Jordan, and Father Michael shared solemn expressions, feeling the gravity of the situation pressing down on them. "What precise words did your father use?" Jordan inquired with a hushed and pressing tone. The boy, struggling to control his fear, stumbled over his words, saying, "He... he's mad." He is aware that you are all uniting against him. He is scheming a major project. I... I listened to him speaking with his soldiers. "He's on his way to get you."Liam could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He looked around the room, observing the worried expressions on his friends' faces. They were together, but the signs of discord were already starting to appear. Seated in a corner, Elena appeared pale and distant. She had been providing Harlow with information, possibly for sabotage or to ensure survival.

Father Michael's words weighed heavily in the air, just like a dark and ominous storm cloud. Liam felt his heart pounding in excitement as he glanced at Elena, then returned his gaze to the priest. He couldn't stop thinking: Did Father Michael have hidden information, or was he just echoing the rumors they were already thinking about? The group remained immobile, each member contemplating the arrival of the priest, uncertain if it was a gift or a punishment. Father Michael, a man known for his peaceful demeanor and astute insights, had served as a spiritual mentor in the community for many years. However, his mere existence now held an unsettling heaviness. "Is it true?" Lindy shattered the quietness with her sharp voice, slicing through the tense atmosphere. Who is responsible for disseminating them? And for what reason at this moment? Father Michael moved ahead, his aged face clouded with worry. I've learned information during confession that makes me think Harlow's influ