When Hybrid and his friend Darth invite a mysterious girl, Cynthia, to meet up, they have no idea that their lives are about to take a deadly turn. By the time she arrives, she's dead, and they're forced to bury her to cover their tracks. But their nightmare has only just begun. An unknown stalker, wielding Cynthia's cellphone, starts hunting them down, relentless in their pursuit. As Hybrid delves deeper into the mystery, he uncovers a shocking truth: he's been a scientific specimen since 1995, part of a sinister experiment that's spanned decades. In 2025, Hybrid is captured and forced to confront the dark forces behind his ordeal. With each new revelation, the stakes escalate, and Hybrid must fight to survive and uncover the truth about his past, Cynthia's death, and the true purpose of the experiment. Will he escape the clutches of his captors, or will he remain forever trapped as a specimen in a twisted game of horror and suspense?
From my sleep I hear screeches of cars, I take to my heels as I rush downstairs, I flip my cotton of Gold and engraved leaf in dark brown to count about 6 cars, Ford, and an heavily armed Hillux truck as armed men hopped out of them, I count 10 men in sight.
"Holy shittt" I say as I rush upstairs to wake my girl, ~shit!, she's not here~
I manage to dial a number real quick as I shout "Mi querida" she prolly left early before day break, I sigh a relief.
_"Hello" says from the other end of the line
_"Mom, I'm sorry...They are here" I say rapidly
_"Don't, Ola, you can keep running, don't do this" she says sobbing.
damnn, I love it when she calls me "Ola".
_"I'm sorry mom.. I've gotta go!!" I end the call as I rush downstairs.
"Krrrrr" I hear from behind my doors,
"Damnn, I know that sound" I throw myself to the floor as bullets flies and dance in the air, glass shatters, woods splatters and foams seems to be happy of their new freedom from my cushions and pillows as they dance in the air.
At once, the shooting stops.
I manage to crawl as I hear thuds of footsteps behind me, I secretly place my grip on the bomb denotor I have been keeping for this exact moment, a small remote like device.
"Woah whoah whoah, what do we have here?" He says as he stands and has his legs widen over me, his well muscled chest and arms popping out as an effect of the gun he carries, A 7.92mm, German MG34, I recognize the gun, his face, oblong, dark skin, A black man, his eyes black and height I bet is 6"9, He prolly in his late 20s.
He grins at me as he says "cat got your tongue?"
_"Let hope it got more than just my tongue"
_"whoah.... He speaks, come pick him up," he signals to one of his minions, He comes to me with an AK47 as he tries to pick me up.
I headbutt him as fast as I could with the rush of Adrenaline, I stand to my feet.
"See y'all in Hell!!!" I say out loud as I press the only button centered on my Bomb detonator hoping to bomb us all.
"Ka Boomm," he mimics as he throws his arms in the air and down to play dead, his minions all burst out laughing.
I keep pressing the goddamn button as sweat seems to be pouring out on me.
Three of his minions drag me to a cushion as I get tied up, I get a three or four or five blows landing on my face and stomach but who cares about how many punches I can take.
"Does anyone else notice it's too warm here" I say.
"Shut up" he says as he lands a slap on my face. My head seems like it is hit with a rod and my ear rings like my eardrums went on a carol vacation.
"Looking for this?" A lady's voice I hear briefly, I am yet to gain my hearings fully and my eyes turn blurry.
Her legs, the rhythmic sound of her pointy heels shoes as they kiss the broken and shatter glasses and woods on the floor. Her thighs are visible, I slowly take my head up as she walks to me.
"Holy shit!!! Mi querida?" I look puzzled, my soul sinks and my heart hurts, I grasp for breathe, Fear runs through my spine as tears voluntarily stroll out of my eyes, my heart breaks.
She holds on a replica of my detonator.
"You looking for this?"
_"No, this can't be happening"
_"it is, Darling" she says as she smiles,
Her face radiant like always, her brows well in place, her hazel eyes, pierced nose and her set of teeths beautiful, with a blonde wig on her head that seems like her hair curled up to her neck, a 5'7, yellow skin, petite and a Nigerian same as Me.
"Hybrid, My dear, it is over," She says as she bends over to me revealing her "take my soul" cleavage, in these tied and heartbroken pace, I probably would do anything to have her cleavages to my face.
I try to speak but words aren't making out, it feels like my vocal got a day off.
"Ple..as..e, this isn't re..al," I manage to say in pain.
"It is!" she lands a kiss to my cheek and rises to him, she hugs him and they go all French kiss.
He holds her closer as he carries her, putting his hands on her ass like they were her pad.
"No ooo ooo," I shout
"Not the Nyansh" I plead
"Sleeping time" He says singing in the middle of the kiss.
One of his minions in a Camo jean and a brown coloured Timberland shoes, the shoes trended a year ago and a singlet with a mask on his face walks up to me and says "Goodnight"
_"Idiot, it's prolly 1pm or something," I revert back to him.
He raises his gun and gestures to hit me with the bottom.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
PERMISSION IS TAKEN FRIM THE ORIGINAL, BE WARNED!! Do you believe in Myths? Just when she thinks it can't get any worse, it does. Lucy lost everything four years ago in a rogue attack. She's been abused, starved, rejected, and broken. As her eighteenth birthday approaches, strange things start to happen, things that only happen once every century. She finds friendship in the most unlikely place and escapes to find her true self with the help of the most dangerous Alpha. Warning: This werewolf trilogy is not intended for anyone under the age of 18 or anyone who doesn't enjoy a good spanking. It will take you on adventures around the world, make you laugh, fall in love, crush your heart and possibly leave you drooling.
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance. The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He even threatened to kill her if they met again. What's worse, Kara was pregnant with twins and she chose to give birth to them. Four and a half years later, Kara returned to work at a large company. As the secretary, she would frequently face their notorious CEO. Kara thought it wouldn't be a problem, but as it turned out ... the CEO was the father of the twins!
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."