Novels by Happy Mwalongo

Trevor jolted awake, sweat clinging to his skin. His apartment was dark except for the neon glow from the city outside. He had been here for days, delivering packages, eating cheap takeout, and pretending the past few months hadn’t happened.But they had.Flashes of a world filled with cracked skies, shadowy monsters, and Lyra’s determined face haunted him every time he closed his eyes. At first, he had convinced himself it was just a dream. A side effect of exhaustion, maybe. But deep down, he knew better.The system world was real. And somehow, he had been ripped away from it.His phone buzzed on the nightstand. Another delivery request.Trevor sighed, rubbing his face. Maybe if he focused on work, he could drown out the nagging feeling that something was missing.The streets were quiet as he rode his motorbike, weaving through the late night traffic. The city had never felt so empty before. Or maybe he was just seeing it differently now.His next stop was an upscale apartment compl

Trevor took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts. The empty void around him stretched endlessly, but now he had a direction. He had a purpose. Lyra was still out there, trapped in the remnants of the system, and if he didn’t act soon, she would be lost forever.He clenched his fists, his mind still struggling to accept what Other-Trevor had told him. The Rift was the source of everything, the core of the system’s power. If he could reach it, if he could close it, maybe this nightmare would finally end.“How do I get there?” Trevor asked, turning back to Other-Trevor.The figure’s eyes darkened. “The system still has a hold on you. It won’t let you leave without a fight.”Trevor scoffed. “Yeah, well, it’s not like it ever made things easy.”Other-Trevor smirked slightly. “That’s why you have to be ready. You need to find a way back into the system, but this time, you’re going to do it on your own terms.”Trevor frowned. “And how exactly do I do that?”Other-Trevor steppe

Trevor’s vision blurred as the world around him shattered like glass. The moment his hand touched his doppelgänger’s, reality collapsed into a swirling void of colors and static. It felt like falling but in every direction at once.His stomach twisted. He squeezed his eyes shut, but the dizziness only got worse. Then...THUD.He hit the ground hard.Trevor groaned, rolling onto his back. The surface beneath him was solid cold metal, smooth like a hospital floor. The air smelled sterile, like disinfectant and machine oil.Slowly, he forced his eyes open.And immediately wished he hadn’t.He was in a room. But not a normal one. The walls were massive digital screens, flickering with images and numbers. His own face appeared on some of them different versions of him. Some looked like past selves, wearing his old delivery uniform. Others… weren’t him at all. Twisted, monstrous versions with glowing eyes and jagged smiles.Trevor pushed himself up, heart pounding. "Okay. This is officially

Trevor’s breath hitched. His mind screamed that this wasn’t possible, but the proof stood right in front of him.Him.Same face. Same messy hair. Same everything.The only difference?The other Trevor had a cold, knowing smirk like he had all the answers Trevor didn’t."What the hell is this?" Trevor demanded, fists clenching.Other-Trevor chuckled. "Straight to the point. I respect that."Trevor glared. "You look like me.""I am you."Trevor’s stomach twisted. No. That wasn’t possible.He took a slow step back, scanning his surroundings. The world around them was… broken. Like a half-loaded video game. The ground flickered between static and concrete. The air itself buzzed with an unseen force.A glitch.Trevor’s mind raced. The system had been messing with him, rewriting reality but this?"I don’t buy it," Trevor said. "If you were me, you’d be freaking out right now."Other-Trevor grinned. "You underestimate yourself."Trevor narrowed his eyes. "Then prove it. If you’re me, tell me

Trevor barely slept.Every time he closed his eyes, his brain replayed the events of the day the identical deliveries, the scripted responses, and the man in the black hoodie.That had been the only change.A glitch in the system’s perfect repetition.Trevor had spent half the night staring at his phone, waiting for another message, another clue. But nothing came.So if the system wasn’t going to give him answersHe’d have to force them out.7:00 AM.His alarm blared. Again.Trevor slammed it off, staring at the cracked ceiling. If today was another reset, then his phone would be...He checked the screen.Boss: Yo, we’re short on drivers today. You can pick up extra shifts?Trevor exhaled sharply. Same day. Same message.Not for long.He got dressed quickly, grabbed his keys, and bolted outside.Today, he wasn’t following the script.Trevor skipped his first delivery.Instead, he went straight to the café.He knew what he was looking for. Lyra.And there she was.Sitting in her usual

Trevor forced himself to step back from the café.Every instinct screamed at him to walk up to Lyra, shake her, demand answers. But the last time he had tried, the system had glitched and thrown him into darkness.This wasn’t just a reset.It was a test.If the system had rewound time, then he needed to play along—to see if it would make him relive everything exactly the same way, or if he could change something.His phone buzzed.Boss: Yo, we’re short on drivers today. You can pick up extra shifts?Trevor exhaled sharply. Same message. Same day.So the loop wasn’t just in his head.Trevor turned away from the café and headed for his bike. If the system wanted to mess with him, fine. But he wasn’t going to sit back and wait for it to break him.He had work to do. he has to earn money.The city was already bustling as Trevor wove through traffic. The streets, the people, the way the air smelled—it was all exactly as he remembered.His first delivery took him to a corporate office.A ma