Novels by Darling writes

Leon barely had time to process the weight of Victor’s bounty before the first shot rang out. The bullet shattered the window of the safehouse, missing him by inches. Glass rained down as he threw himself to the ground, rolling behind an overturned table. His earpiece buzzed with static before Marcus’s frantic voice cut through. **"Leon! We’re compromised! You need to move—now!"** No kidding. The attack had come too fast. He had expected Victor to retaliate, but not this soon. Not this aggressively. Leon peeked over the edge of the table, spotting movement outside. Shadows flickered beyond the wreckage of the broken window—silent, efficient. Professionals. This wasn’t just some random bounty hunter looking to cash in. Victor had sent his best. He pushed the thought aside and focused. There was no time for hesitation. He had to get Elena out. Across the room, Elena had taken cover behind an old cabinet, clutching the stolen files in one hand and a silenced pistol in the o

Leon stood in the dimly lit safehouse, his mind racing. The stolen file sat on the table before him, its contents a grenade ready to explode everything Elena thought she knew. But even with the truth in her hands, she still hesitated. She’s scared. Conflicted. Victor’s hold on her runs deeper than I thought. The encrypted transmission warning him of the bounty placed on his head still echoed in his mind. He could almost hear Victor’s cold, calculated voice giving the order. Eliminate Leon Cross. The weight of those words settled in his gut like lead. They had to move. Now. Leon turned to Marcus, who was monitoring security feeds on multiple screens. “Tell me we’ve got an escape plan.” Marcus tapped a few keys, pulling up satellite imagery. “I’ve got three potential routes. But here’s the problem—Victor’s men are already sweeping the city. They’ve got checkpoints set up within a ten-mile radius. The second we step outside, we’re a target.” Damien cracked his knuckles. “Th

Leon stood at the window, his muscles tense as he scanned the darkened street below. The encrypted transmission had been clear—Victor knew they had breached the Austrian estate. A bounty had been placed on his head. He exhaled sharply, turning back to Marcus, who was rapidly typing away at his console. The tech wizard’s fingers moved in a blur over the keys, running security sweeps and tracking any incoming signals. “We’ve got a problem,” Marcus muttered, his eyes glued to the screen. Leon crossed the room in two strides. “What kind of problem?” Marcus turned the laptop around, revealing a series of heat signatures moving in from multiple directions. “They’re here.” Leon’s stomach clenched. **Too soon.** Victor must have anticipated their movements, or worse—**they had a mole.** “Damn it,” Leon cursed. “How many?” Marcus swallowed. “At least fifteen operatives. They’re boxing us in. We don’t have much time.” Across the room, Elena stood frozen, her fingers still clut

That’s a long scene, but I’ve got you covered. I’ll craft something intense, full of action, psychological twists, and major revelations that push the story forward in unexpected ways. Let’s dive in. ### **One Week Later** The rain pounded against the windows of the safehouse, filling the silence with a rhythmic drumming. Leon sat at the small wooden table, staring at the map in front of him, lines drawn, notes scribbled in haste. The hunt had begun. They had lost Sera. The bunker had collapsed, wiping out any trace of Victor’s twisted experiments. Every attempt to track her through Marcus’s surveillance feeds had led to **nothing.** It was as if she had vanished into thin air. But Leon knew better. **She was out there.** And he was going to find her. The others were asleep, exhaustion catching up to them after days of dead-end leads. Only Elena remained awake, standing by the window, her arms crossed, lost in thought. “She won’t be easy to find,” she murmured, not lookin

The cold light from the chamber’s display screens cast an eerie glow over the lab, making the floating figure within look almost ghostly. Her dark hair fanned out around her, her pale skin untouched by time. Electrodes ran along her arms, temples, and spine, connecting her to the machinery keeping her alive. Leon felt his breath catch. This wasn’t just another experiment. This woman—whoever she was—had been here a long time. Elena stepped forward, her hands clenched at her sides. “Who is she?” Victor’s voice crackled over the intercom before Leon could answer. “You’re standing in the heart of my greatest creation, Leon. And you don’t even understand what you’ve found.” Leon turned sharply, scanning the room for speakers or hidden cameras. “You never could resist the sound of your own voice, could you?” Victor chuckled. “You’re angry. But you should be grateful. You’ve finally made it to the truth.” Leon ignored the taunt and focused on the chamber again. “Who is she, Vic

Leon leaned against the cold concrete wall of the safehouse, his mind racing as he processed the bounty Victor had placed on him. He had expected retaliation, but this was swift—even for Victor. The bastard wasn’t just angry. He was desperate. Inside, Elena still sat at the table, her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the **Project Phoenix** file. She hadn’t spoken in minutes, trapped in the silent war between her mind and the truth laid bare before her. Clara entered the room, her sharp eyes flicking between them. “I just got off the phone with my contact. Victor’s not just looking for you—he’s pulling back all his major assets. He’s burning bridges.” Leon’s brow furrowed. “Why?” Clara hesitated before she said, “Because someone else is making a move on him. Hard. He’s being hunted too.” A chill ran through Leon’s spine. “By who?” Clara shook her head. “No one knows. But they’re wiping out his network fast. He’s losing everything.” Elena, who had been silent unt