Emma wasn’t supposed to answer unknown numbers. Years of spam calls had taught her that.
In the year 2200, humanity no longer belonged to nations, flags, or forgotten borders, but to clans born
It was a circle of stone so old that even the oldest men in the kingdom could not remember who had laid
The boutique smelled like luxury—fresh fabric, polished marble, and something faintly sweet that made
The mansion had always felt too large after her mother died. Too quiet. Too perfect. Too empty.
Daniel Carter had not slept properly in three days. His six-year-old daughter Emma was curled up against
Emily Scott was only ten years old when her mother taught her the rule that would later save her life.
The city never really stopped. Cars moved, people rushed, voices blended into one endless noise.
The restaurant was the kind of place where nothing unexpected ever happened. Soft piano music floated
The mall was loud. Too loud. Voices, footsteps, music—everything blurred together into a single overwhelming noise.