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(LIMITLESS) CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: THE CALM…

The city was quieter tonight, or maybe Taylor was just too angry to hear the usual chaos. Or maybe—more likely, it only seemed quiet because most people were too afraid to leave their homes.

Bakuda had seen to that.

In the last seventy-two hours alone, she’d bombed a cour...

(NEW STORY) TAYLOR HEBERT PROLOGUE

Taylor was done.

Not with life—she wasn’t ready to cross that line yet—but she was done with everything else. Done with the endless whispered insults that made her dread walking down the hallways; with the ‘accidental’ spills that always managed to soak and stain her clot...

(AV) UNPLANNED CONSEQUENCES

She should’ve felt relieved.

Instead, Taylor stared out the grimy third-story window of the abandoned office building she’d chosen as a temporary lookout and felt... annoyed. She shifted her weight, the strap of her backpack hanging loosely from her shoulder, while her mask dangled from...

(GMR) CHAPTER NINETEEN: GROWTH

The air in ABB territory was always a little heavier.

Greg couldn’t tell if it was the ever-present cloying scent of smoke from burn barrels, the broken streetlamps that bathed everything in jittery, unreliable light, or just the psychological weight of being in Lung’s territor...

(THO) CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: NEW GOJO???

It should have been something Gojo did a while ago.

Be it a conversation or whatever you wanted to call it, it was one of those boring, sensible, and painfully bureaucratic things that involved official meetings and tedious protocol. The kind of thing old Gojo would have ignored en...

(LIMITLESS) CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: REALITY OF DEATH

The casket descended slowly, the winch groaning as it fed the lowering straps inch by inch. It was an ugly sound—mechanical, oddly strained, and too final—and it made Taylor want to scream.

She didn’t.

She stood perfectly still, rooted to the muddy ground, and eyes lock...

(PU) END OF AN ARC

Outside Taylor’s bedroom, the wind rattled against her windowpane from behind her curtains, but inside the small, dim space, there was only the weak glow of her desk lamp and the faint scratches of pen meeting paper.

She hunched over the open journal, eyes narrowed, her handwriting as ugl...

(SHATTERPOINT) ASSET OR THREAT

Emily Piggot stood at the broad window in her office, looking down over the modest sprawl of downtown Brockton Bay. The city had always been a mess, fractured by politics, strangled by corruption, and held together with thoughts, prayers, and blind hope. But even in this disaster of a place—a p...

(AAA…) GREG VEDER

Taylor walked down the halls of Winslow, her steps even but without urgency. Her arms hung limply at her sides—neither clenched in tension nor relaxed in ease—and her shoes squeaked faintly on the linoleum floor, but she barely noticed. 

Students parted around her without thinking,...

(AV) A COINCIDENTAL ENCOUNTER

The curtains were open and the rays of the morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting pale beams across the worn flooring and catching the fine dust motes that danced in the still air. Danny Hebert was hunched over a steaming mug of coffee, and a half-eaten piece of toast sat on a n...

(TKP) ULTRAMAN

There had never been a time when Ultraman existed without a directive. From the first breath drawn into his cloned lungs, his purpose had been absolute: obey without hesitation; strike without mercy; and destroy without question. He was not born, not truly. He was forged solely as a weapon, with ...

INTO THE BUGVERSE (COMPLETE EDITION)

WHY AM I A SLIME (COMPLETE EDITION)

(LIMITLESS) CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: BAD NEWS

Beep-beep-beep.

With a series of mental jerks and nods, the world came back to Taylor in pieces. Her eyes, heavy and rusty, creaked open a fraction at the repetitive beeping of her surroundings. They were drawn to the slivers of harsh, white-gold light clipping through the blinds o...

(THO) CHAPTER THIRTY

The wind had quieted, and the rooftop had long since emptied. Yet Gojo Satoru remained behind.

He sat on the helipad now, long legs stretched out before him, arms braced behind as he leaned back on his palms. The late afternoon sun was dipping, casting long shadows across the roof, and the ...

(SHATTERPOINT) TRIAL AND ERROR

Anakin knew what he was doing was reckless and dangerous, maybe even delusional.

Without the Force, without its constant presence guiding his instincts and sharpening his reactions, he was just a man. A veteran, yes—a master of war and machines, and a tactician honed by a thousand battles...

(THO) CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Gojo stood at the edge of the PRT Headquarters’ rooftop helipad, overlooking Lord Street. His hands were tucked into his coat pockets, and the late-morning sun warmed the back of his neck. His blindfold was pushed up, worn like a headband now, letting the breeze tease at his hair.

He didn...

(LIMITLESS) INTERLUDE: COIL

The average man would have panicked. Would have called it quits the moment the girl slipped through his fingers and into the PRT’s open arms.

But Thomas Calvert was not the average man.

To the public, he was a respectable figure: a former PRT special forces operative turned private ...

(AAA…) AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN

Taylor Hebert woke up at 4:37 AM.

The numbers on her alarm clock burned into her vision like a brand, but she didn’t scream. She didn’t even move. She simply lay there, eyes open, staring at the ceiling like it might finally offer a new answer. But there was nothing up there apart from ...

(PU) FALLING FORWARD

The hallway between periods was only half-full, filled with scattered conversation, lockers shutting and opening, and the slap of sneakers on tile. Taylor kept her head down, books clutched tightly to her chest. She wasn’t trying to hide—Naruto-sensei had said that hiding could make you a tar...

(AV) QUESTIONS WITH NO EASY ANSWERS

Hoping the universe would just hand her an opportunity to be a hero?

Yeah, that was foolish.

Taylor crouched on the edge of a rooftop across from a shuttered gas station, peering up at the sky above. It had been hours since she’d started patrolling, walking down streets and climbing...

(GMR) CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: MOM, DAD, I’M A CAPE

Greg stood in the kitchen doorway, heart hammering like a jackhammer in his chest. His mom sat at the table in her robe, nursing a steaming mug of tea while flipping through a dog-eared copy of Women’s Health. Across from her, his dad hunched over his laptop, fingers tapping rapidly on...

(LIMITLESS) CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: HELLO

Bakuda was a genius.

She didn’t say that in the way most people did, casually as a brag whenever they accomplished something difficult. No, she meant it in the most literal, quantifiable sense. IQ tested off the charts. Graduate-level physics knowledge before she could legally drive. Corn...

(THO) CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Coil wasn’t stupid. 

He liked to believe that, above all else—above charm, above ruthlessness, above cunning—his intelligence was what had kept him alive and in the game this long. A lesser man would have hesitated. A sentimental man would have waited. Coil was neither.

He ...

(SHATTERPOINT) ESCALATION

People talked.

It was one of the few certainties in Brockton Bay. Streets whispered secrets faster than any signal, and Anakin Skywalker was far too visible now. A name as ridiculous as that carried weight, even if most dismissed it as an obscure reference to some nerd shit or an ironic cal...

CONTESSA DOESN’T UNDERSTAND (COMPLETE EDITION)

(SHATTERPOINT) ACCELERATING CHANGES

Anakin had expected whispers eventually.

Cities like this one had a way of passing stories faster than bullets. Still, he hadn’t expected them to reach here so quickly.

The bell above the shop door rang as he stepped inside the auto shop just after sunrise. The sound felt o...

(AAA…) OFF-TRACK

Taylor woke to sunlight.

Not darkness, not the sweltering heat of a confined space, and not the choking stench of rot filling her lungs with every breath. 

Sunlight. 

It slipped through the edges of her curtains, casting soft golden lines across her blanket and face. S...

(LIMITLESS) CHAPTER THIRTY: A FRIEND

Taylor had meant to be alone.

After the meeting with Armsmaster, she had wandered the halls with no destination in mind, her thoughts too loud to settle. A small part of her expected someone to stop her; some security officer, a clipboard-wielding staffer, or anyone tasked with keeping trac...

(PU) TRUTHS

The gym was quiet in the late afternoon, lit only by weak bands of orange sunlight slanting through the high windows. The usual sounds of Wi

The gym was quiet in the late afternoon, lit only by weak bands of orange sunlight slanting through the high windows. The usual sounds of Winslow—sh...