THE LAST EXTRACTION
The Last Extraction is a gritty war-zone adventure about Captain Ethan Cross, a special-ops soldier whose helicopter is shot down during a secret mission in a lawless country called Kandara. Left for dead, Ethan discovers that his mission was never meant to succeed. The scientist he was sent to extract-Asset Orion-holds information about a powerful technology capable of collapsing entire nations without open war.
Hunted by rebel militias and betrayed by his own government, Ethan teams up with Dr. Mara Vale and chooses to protect the truth instead of following corrupt orders. As time runs out and violence closes in, Ethan fights through ambushes and loss to ensure the secret reaches the world.
At its core, the story is about survival, betrayal, and moral courage, one man risking everything to do what's right in a world driven by lies and power.
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Chapter 10
The desert stretched endlessly before them, its dunes rippling like a sea of gold under the harsh sun. Ethan, Mara, and Orion stumbled through the sand, exhaustion and adrenaline twisting their bodies. Behind them, the hidden facility lay in ruins, buried beneath smoke and fire, but the danger was far from over.
Ethan scanned the horizon, squinting against the sun. "We survived the facility," he said, voice tight, "but that doesn't mean we're safe. Darian may be gone, but others... others are coming. People who've waited years for this moment."
Orion clutched the bag of data, sweat dripping from his brow. "I-I thought destroying it would be the end." His voice trembled. "Why is it never the end?"
Mara's eyes were sharp, calculating. "Because someone else controls the strings, Orion. Darian was just a pawn. The real masterminds? They're still out there, watching, waiting."
Ethan nodded grimly. "And now, they'll come for the bag-and for us."
The first sign of trouble came as a low rumble on the horizon. Ethan froze, hand raised. "Vehicles. Fast ones. Too fast for the dunes."
Mara squinted. "Armed? Definitely. Organized? Too much for just bandits."
Before they could react, a convoy of black, heavily armored trucks tore across the dunes, kicking up a storm of sand. Armed men poured out, weapons trained, hunting them like predators.
"Split!" Ethan shouted. "We divide, we survive!"
Orion clutched Ethan's arm, panic overtaking him. "I can't run! I'm not ready!"
"You'll have to be," Ethan said, eyes steely. "Move!"
They sprinted in different directions, sand whipping against their faces, the convoy in pursuit. Mara darted left, Ethan right, Orion faltering for a moment before following Ethan's path. Bullets tore through the air, some missing by inches, some striking nearby rocks, sending sprays of sand into the wind.
The desert was chaotic-a blur of motion, sound, and danger. Ethan led Orion toward a narrow canyon that could offer cover, but the attackers anticipated it. More figures emerged from the dunes, cutting off their path.
"We're trapped!" Orion shouted, fear gripping his voice.
Ethan's mind raced. He grabbed Orion, diving behind a boulder. Bullets pinged off the rock above them. "No," Ethan said firmly. "We're not trapped. We adapt. Follow my lead."
From the canyon's shadow, Mara's voice called out. "Ethan! I found a ridge! It leads to higher ground-we can flank them!"
Ethan nodded. "Good. Orion, stay low. I'll get us there."
Using the boulders and shadows as cover, Ethan pushed Orion forward. Each step was calculated. Each breath counted. They reached the ridge just as Mara fired at the attackers below, creating confusion. The combined assault allowed them to reposition.
But relief was short-lived. A helicopter appeared on the horizon, rotor blades slicing the air with a deafening whop. A shadowy figure leaned out, aiming a high-powered rifle directly at Ethan.
"It's not over," Mara shouted. "They've got air support!"
Ethan rolled behind the ridge, firing his rifle at the helicopter's undercarriage. Sparks flew, but the pilot was skilled, adjusting midair. The vehicle hovered, circling, scanning for heat signatures.
Orion trembled. "We can't... we can't fight that!"
"Yes, we can," Ethan said, determination hardening in his gaze. "We don't fight them. We survive them."
They sprinted toward a narrow pass in the cliffs, the helicopter pursuing. Bullets ricocheted off rocks, sand kicked up in blinding clouds. Ethan vaulted over jagged stones, pulling Orion along. Mara fired at the chopper's sides, striking sensors and causing sparks, but it didn't go down.
As they rounded a bend, the canyon opened into a plateau. Ethan skidded to a stop, scanning quickly. There, amidst the dunes, were vehicles buried half in sand-an ambush waiting for them. But he also noticed something unexpected: a convoy of allied trucks, heavily armed and fortified, moving to intercept the attackers.
Mara squinted. "Are... are those allies?"
Ethan nodded. "Yes. But someone tipped them off. And if we survive this, we need answers-because whoever controls them knows more than Darian ever did."
The battle erupted in a storm of fire, sand, and smoke. Ethan, Mara, and Orion used the ridge as cover, returning fire with deadly precision. The attackers, caught between two forces, panicked. Explosions rocked the plateau as vehicles collided, flames licking the dunes.
Then came the shock no one expected. One of the allied trucks pulled up, and a familiar figure stepped out.
"Commander Reyes?" Ethan muttered, eyes narrowing.
Reyes, once an ally and mentor to Ethan, raised his hands in mock surrender. "Ethan," he said smoothly. "So good to see you... surviving."
Mara's rifle trained on him instantly. "You? You're working with them?"
Reyes smiled, cold and calculating. "I'm working for survival. You think Darian was the enemy? He was just the appetizer. I'm the main course."
Ethan's jaw tightened. "Betrayal again. Why, Reyes?"
"Because loyalty is a luxury none of us can afford," Reyes said, eyes glinting. "And power... power is everything. That bag Orion carries? It's worth more than lives. And I intend to claim it."
Orion froze, fear consuming him. "Not you... not him too!"
Ethan's mind raced. They were surrounded-desert dunes, armed enemies, air support, and now a trusted ally turned traitor. Every instinct screamed fight or die.
"Move!" Ethan shouted. "To the plateau edge! Now!"
They sprinted, bullets tearing through the air. Mara provided covering fire, knocking down two pursuers. Orion stumbled but Ethan pulled him forward.
As they neared the plateau's edge, Reyes raised a rifle, taking aim at Ethan. A shot rang out. Ethan barely ducked as the bullet embedded in the rock beside him.
Mara fired, hitting Reyes' sniper rifle, forcing him to retreat. But the damage was done-the attackers regrouped, closing in fast.
Ethan looked at Orion. "We have one chance. The bag-keep it close. Trust me."
Orion nodded, gripping the bag tighter.
With a roar, Ethan detonated explosives from the abandoned ambush vehicles, sending a massive sandstorm across the plateau. Dust, fire, and debris blinding their pursuers. Using the chaos, Ethan, Mara, and Orion dove down a hidden ravine that led to the desert floor below.
They emerged from the storm, panting, bleeding, and exhausted. The convoy and helicopter were still visible on the horizon, regrouping. But for now, they had escaped.
Orion collapsed, gasping for air. "I... I thought we were done... but it's worse than before."
Ethan crouched beside him, eyes steely. "It's never done. Not until we expose the truth. Not until everyone who wants that power... is stopped."
Mara glanced at the dunes, now eerily quiet after the chaos. "And Reyes? He's not just a traitor. He's a threat. A dangerous one."
Ethan nodded slowly. "Then we prepare. We move fast. We survive. And we make sure Reyes-and everyone else-regrets ever crossing us."
Orion looked at them, pale but resolute. "I... I want to help. I want to stop this... for good."
Ethan placed a hand on his shoulder. "Then we do it together. But know this-every step forward will test everything you have. And some will fall."
As the desert sun set, painting the dunes in blood-red light, Ethan, Mara, and Orion moved into the shadows. The war for secrets, betrayal, and survival had entered its deadliest phase yet.
And somewhere, high in the dunes, Reyes watched. Smiling. Calculating. Waiting for his next move.
Because in a world built on lies and ambition, trust was the deadliest weapon of all.
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9.7
Eighteen months ago, the man I loved shattered my heart, claiming everything between us was a mistake. Now, he's back, a ghost of his former self, a rookie tryout in my pro esports team. And I will make him regret crawling back.
Clifton, captain of a legendary esports team, was secretly battling a severe wrist injury that threatened his career, every match a fight against his own body. He pushed through the pain, ignoring doctors' warnings, desperate to maintain his god-like status.
His world was already on the edge, but nothing prepared him for seeing Justice Terry again in the team basement. Justice, pale and trembling, his eyes wide with naked terror, was now a rookie tryout.
Clifton had spent a year and a half trying to forget that rainy Chicago alley, the raw revulsion in Justice's eyes, the whispered "it wasn't real" that had left him heartbroken. Justice had vanished, and Clifton had erased every trace. Now, the boy who once looked at him like he was the sun was back, flinching at his touch, displaying a deep, primal fear. Amidst sponsor pressure and whispers of being "washed," Clifton saw Justice's return as a chance for vengeance. He publicly humiliated Justice on a live stream, forcing him into a suicide mission, then coldly benched him.
Yet, the satisfaction never came. Instead, a hollow emptiness and a torrent of questions: What had truly happened in the past? Why was Justice here, and what trauma had carved such fear into his bones?
Clifton, unwilling to be fooled again, swore to uncover every secret and every lie. He would force Justice to explain why he had returned, even if it meant tearing down everything they both had left.
8.7
Aria Blackwood grew up as the Alpha's daughter. Everyone expected her to lead. She was taught to stand tall, never bow.
Then came her eighteenth birthday. In front of the whole pack, her mate rejected her.
Rafe Daniels didn't just break her heart-he shattered the bond and turned it into a battlefield.
Five years later, Silver Crest has fallen. Aria's father is gone. Her pack has surrendered. And Aria? He keeps her alive for one thing: to serve in the house of the man who wrecked her world.
Rafe calls it mercy, this humiliation. He thinks she's beaten.
Let him think it.
She drops her gaze, but she catches every whisper. She carries out orders, but she's always plotting. And that mate bond-they both feel it burning, whether they want it or not. Aria just turns that fire into something sharper.
Revenge.
She was never supposed to kneel. She was born to rule. And she's going to take her throne back-even if she has to destroy the man fate chose for her.
9.7
Giana woke up drugged and burning with fever in a luxurious hotel suite. Standing before her was Cornel Stark, the most ruthless billionaire in New York.
Memories of her past life stabbed into her brain. In that life, her adoptive family and her fiancé Gary had stolen her inheritance and left her to die a brutal, agonizing death.
She also remembered how fighting Cornel only made him more violent. So this time, she didn't scream.
She endured his brutal punishment, escaped the moment he let his guard down, and swallowed a Plan B pill on the freezing streets.
Returning to her adoptive family's mansion, she faced the people who had destroyed her. Her fiancé and her stepsister put on masks of fake concern, secretly mocking her.
Instead of throwing a useless tantrum like before, Giana deliberately threw herself down the steep wooden stairs.
She smashed her head against the marble floor, using her own blood to shatter their plans and win back her mother's trust.
She thought she had finally taken control. She was ready to crush the people who had betrayed her and live for herself.
But she didn't understand why the billionaire she had just escaped was suddenly turning her life upside down.
When she woke up in the hospital, her room wasn't filled with her family's fake tears, but an ocean of blood-red roses.
The heavy door swung open, and Cornel Stark walked in, his gray eyes locking onto her with a dark, predatory hunger.
"Remember this feeling, Giana. Every breath you take belongs to me now."
8.3
I took the fall for my sister and endured three years of torment in prison.
My knee was shattered, my body covered in scars, and I almost lost my life in that "accident".
On the day I was released, clinging to the last shred of hope, I ran toward my fiancé Benito’s Maybach—only to hear his cold voice: "Your existence is just a nuisance."
It turned out that the beatings and cigarette burns in prison were all arranged by him, paid for with his money. It turned out that the sister I had protected with all my heart had long been switching my medicine behind my back, hoping I would be completely crippled.
At the family gala, they joined hands to strip me bare in front of the flashing camera lights. My father slapped me hard across the face and roared: "Why didn’t you just die in prison?"
I smiled and tore apart my tattered dress, then dialed the number I had hidden in my heart for three years—the man who only understood blood for blood, his voice hoarse and alluring: "Turn around."
This time, I will no longer be a toy to be manipulated.
I will tear off their masks and burn the Stafford family to the ground.
By the way, I will take back everything that belongs to me—including him, the one hiding in the shadows.
7.8
VANESSA
They say revenge is a dish best served cold. But for me, that's not enough. I want it to hit so hard they beg for their lives.
Five years ago, my own husband left me to die in a fire. I watched him walk away, his eyes full of hate. In my last moments, I thought about how unfair it was, that I was dying while the people who did wrong were free. As if some higher power heard me, I was saved.
Now, I'm back and my only purpose is to give Ethan Croft exactly what he deserves. He took everything from me, and now I will take everything he loves, in the most painful way possible.
I have it all planned out. But there's something or someone else I didn't plan on. Ceron Morrison. He's tall, dark, and dangerously handsome. He's a mystery and a distraction I can't afford. He's a threat to the revenge I have sworn to complete.
But no matter what comes my way, I'll make Ethan pay. I'll burn his entire world to the ground, even if it means I get burned in the flames, too.
CERON
Vanessa Ashford has taken over my mind without even trying.
The first time I saw her, she was putting a thief on the ground at the airport with a single, perfect kick. I was captivated. As the heir to a powerful family, I'm used to getting anything I want. And I want her. I want to know her secrets.
Vanessa has built high walls around herself, but I am not a quitter. As I slowly peel back the layers, I'm discovering a past filled with pain. I can see the fire of vengeance burning in her eyes, a fire so strong it could destroy her.
My family wants me to secure our legacy with a sensible, strategic marriage. But all I can think about is the woman who wears her revenge like a custom-made gown. I know I should walk away. But something in me can't stand the thought of her facing the darkness alone.
The real question is, when she finally plays her last card, will I be the one to save her? Or will I just become another victim caught in the crossfire?
9.0
For years, I exhausted myself trying to be the perfect, obedient heiress of the ultra-wealthy Carlisle family.
But my reward wasn't their love. Instead, I was abruptly branded a fake, thrown out of the estate, and sent to a brutal black-site prison to take the fall for someone else's crimes.
My cold CEO brother, Julian, didn't lift a finger to save me. My carefully selected boyfriend, Connor, sold me out without a second thought.
In that maximum-security cell, I was stripped of my dignity. I ate moldy, insect-infested bread, and my soft hands were covered in thick, ugly scars from fighting off murderers.
I watched inmates get beaten half to death over a single cracker, while my so-called family continued their pristine, luxurious lives on the outside.
"She's just a parasite, let her rot."
I died in that dark cell, completely abandoned. The sheer exhaustion of trying to please them, of trying to be flawless, washed over my final moments like a physical sickness.
I didn't understand why my absolute loyalty was repaid with such ruthless cruelty.
Then, water rushed out of my lungs in a violent, burning surge.
I opened my eyes to the pristine blue pool of the Carlisle estate, my body completely unscarred. I had reverted to being fifteen again.
This time, I was done playing the perfect daughter. If my fate was a prison cell, I was going to spend my remaining freedom tearing their perfect world apart.