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 7
The safehouse was little more than a weathered shack half-buried in desert dunes, but it offered temporary refuge. Inside, the air was thick with dust and the smell of old wood. Ethan crouched over a tattered map, tracing routes with a finger. Mara sat nearby, loading her weapons, while Orion leaned against a wall, clutching his bag like it contained the weight of the world.
"We can't stay long," Ethan said. His voice was low but firm. "They know we're here. And they'll sweep the desert for us."
Mara's eyes met his. "Then what's the plan? We can't fight them all out there."
Ethan studied the map. "The hidden facility is about twenty kilometers east. Abandoned mine shafts beneath the mountains. Orion's lab is buried there. We go in fast, quiet, and precise. No mistakes."
Orion swallowed hard. "I... I've never been anywhere like that. How do we know it's safe?"
Ethan shook his head. "Safe isn't in the dictionary for this mission. You survive because we make sure of it."
Mara glanced at him, unconvinced but trusting his instincts. She knew Ethan had faced impossible odds before. This would be no different-except the stakes were higher than ever.
The wind howled outside, carrying fine sand through cracks in the walls. Ethan packed explosives, extra ammunition, and a few surveillance devices salvaged from their previous encounters. Every piece of equipment could mean the difference between life and death.
By nightfall, they left the safehouse. The desert was a shifting, hostile sea of sand. Every footstep left a mark, every sound carried. Shadows moved along the dunes-hunters, scouts, and whoever else had been tracking them.
"Keep low," Ethan whispered. "And stay close."
They moved in near silence. The moon was their only guide, casting long, skeletal shadows across the dunes. Every step brought the hidden facility closer. And with it, the danger.
Hours passed, exhaustion pressing against every muscle. Finally, the mountains rose before them-a jagged line cutting across the horizon. The mine shafts Mara had mentioned lay hidden among the cliffs.
"There," Mara said, pointing to a narrow crevice partially obscured by rocks. "Entrance."
Ethan approached cautiously, scanning the area for mines, traps, or hidden sentries. The desert had been silent until now. But silence was a lie. Every shadow could hide death.
He signaled for Mara and Orion to follow. Inside, the air was cooler, heavier. Dust motes danced in the weak light that filtered through cracks in the rocks. The mine shafts were narrow, twisting, and claustrophobic.
"This is it," Ethan said. "Stay alert."
Orion's hands shook as he followed Ethan into the darkness. Mara moved silently, rifle at the ready. The echo of their footsteps bounced off the stone walls, each sound amplified, making them vulnerable.
Suddenly, a faint hum. A vibration in the floor. Ethan froze, motioning for the others to stop.
"Motion sensors," Mara whispered. "They're active."
Ethan nodded. "Stay calm. We move slow. One mistake, and they'll know we're here."
The shafts twisted deeper, descending into the mountain's core. Faint lights flickered ahead-artificial, controlled, like the heartbeat of the facility. The sound of machinery hummed through the walls.
Then, without warning, a trap was triggered. Laser sensors blinked red across the corridor. A panel hissed, and Ethan acted without thinking. He pressed Orion to the ground, slashing cables with his knife. Sparks flew. The corridor went dark.
Mara cursed under her breath. "That was close. Too close."
Ethan gritted his teeth. "No time to worry. We move."
They emerged into a large underground chamber, the heart of the hidden facility. Monitors lined the walls, displaying streams of data, blueprints, and maps. And there, at a console, stood the true test of their mission-Asset Orion's secret weapon.
Orion froze, eyes wide. "That... that's it?"
Ethan scanned the room, noticing more than just the machinery. There were guards-silent, armed, waiting for intruders. And then Mara spotted it: a figure in the shadows, moving like a predator, someone they hadn't anticipated.
"Not just guards," Mara whispered. "Someone else is here."
Ethan nodded. "Stay sharp. Everyone has a role. Orion, you stay close. Mara, cover the perimeter. Me... I'll get to the console."
They moved in formation, silent as shadows. Ethan reached the console and began working quickly, bypassing security protocols. His fingers flew over the controls. The facility hummed in response.
But before he could finish, a figure lunged from the shadows. Ethan barely had time to react, knocking the attacker back. The assailant was skilled, fast, and relentless. Mara fired, striking another figure emerging from the darkness.
Orion stumbled, caught between fear and the chaos around him. "I... I can't help!"
"You can survive!" Ethan shouted, punching another attacker into the wall. "Get to the console!"
Orion's hands trembled as he approached, entering the codes Ethan called out. Machines hummed louder. Monitors blinked faster. Lights flashed.
And then the room shook-the facility reacting to the activation of the weapon's failsafe. Alarms screamed. Red lights flooded the chamber.
Ethan looked at Mara, eyes grim. "We've triggered something. They know we're here. And it's about to get worse."
Footsteps echoed. More attackers, faster this time. The facility itself seemed alive, pressing in on them.
Orion turned to Ethan. "What... what have I done?"
Ethan placed a hand on his shoulder. "What you've done is survive. And now, we make sure this doesn't end here. We fight. We finish what we started."
The next few moments were a blur of gunfire, shouts, and chaos. Every second counted. Every shot mattered.
Ethan knew one truth: the hidden facility wasn't just a place. It was a test-a crucible of survival, trust, and courage. And only those willing to risk everything could hope to escape with the truth intact.
Outside, the desert wind howled. Above, the sky hinted at dawn. And somewhere deep within the facility, the secrets that could ignite the world waited to be revealed.
Ethan, Mara, and Orion were ready-or as ready as anyone could be when the war was only just beginning.
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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.