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 8
The hidden facility thrummed with a menacing energy, every hum of machinery a countdown toward chaos. Ethan crouched beside Orion at the console, fingers flying across the keys as he bypassed layers of encryption. Mara kept watch near the perimeter, rifle trained on the shadows. The tension was suffocating. Every breath could be their last.
"You're not going to like what you find," Mara said quietly, scanning a hallway. Her eyes narrowed. "They're expecting more than just us."
Ethan didn't respond. Focus was all that mattered. Orion's hand trembled on the console, but Ethan's sharp voice guided him. "Keep going. We don't have time to falter now."
Suddenly, the lights flickered, plunging the room into darkness. A low alarm began to blare. Red strobes illuminated the chamber in jagged bursts.
"They've triggered a lockdown!" Mara shouted, voice tense. "Every exit is sealed!"
Ethan's jaw clenched. "Good. Means they're panicking."
But panic was a dangerous game in a place like this. Someone, somewhere, had planned for every move. And the question Ethan couldn't shake gnawed at the back of his mind: who had tipped them off?
Footsteps echoed from the shadows-a slow, deliberate cadence that didn't match any of the attackers they had faced before. Ethan's instincts screamed. He raised his rifle, signaling Mara and Orion to stay low.
A figure emerged, hands raised in mock surrender. A man in tactical black gear, face obscured by a hood. His voice was calm, smooth, almost chilling.
"You're brave," the figure said. "I'll give you that. But foolish."
Ethan's finger tensed on the trigger. "Identify yourself. Now."
The man removed his hood, revealing sharp features, ice-blue eyes. "You know me, Ethan. You worked with me once... before everything went wrong."
Ethan's heart skipped. "Darian?!"
"Yes," the man said with a sinister smile. "I always thought you'd understand the bigger picture. But here you are, risking everything for a boy and a scientist."
Mara's rifle shook slightly. "Darian? You're-"
"On the other side now," Darian interrupted. "Your team? My orders? Everything you believed in? Lies. And I'm here to clean up the mess."
Ethan's mind raced. Betrayal wasn't new to him, but this cut deeper than most. A trusted ally, turned enemy, now standing between them and survival.
"Why?" Ethan demanded. "Why betray us?"
Darian's smile widened. "Because some truths are too dangerous. Some weapons... too powerful. You think you're heroes, Ethan. But you're nothing. And now, you'll die in a place you can't escape."
Orion's eyes widened. "He... he knows me?"
"Yes," Darian said. "And he knows exactly what you're capable of. Which makes you all the more dangerous-and the more expendable."
Ethan tightened his grip on his rifle. Mara's eyes met his, full of trust and desperation. There was no room for hesitation.
The first shots rang out. Darian moved with uncanny speed, taking cover, firing precise rounds. Ethan returned fire, diving behind a console. Sparks flew from damaged panels.
Orion stumbled, but Ethan grabbed him. "Stay low!" he shouted. "Trust me, Orion!"
Mara flanked Darian, firing from a higher angle. But Darian anticipated the move, rolling behind cover, bullets cracking against steel walls. He was no ordinary enemy. He was a ghost, a shadow trained for maximum lethality.
Ethan knew brute force wouldn't win this fight. It would have to be cunning-speed, timing, and exploiting the smallest weakness.
He noticed a series of exposed conduits along the wall. "Mara!" he shouted. "The conduits! If we can blow them-"
Mara understood instantly. She nodded, pulling out a small charge. Ethan covered her as she placed it on the exposed conduits. "Now!" he yelled.
A deafening explosion shook the facility. Sparks flew, smoke filled the air, and Darian was thrown back, stunned but not defeated.
Orion gasped. "Is he-"
"Not yet," Ethan said grimly. "We're not done."
The explosion had created a temporary opening. Ethan grabbed Orion's arm. "Go! Now! Through the east corridor!"
They ran, Mara covering their rear. Darian recovered, firing rapidly, forcing them to dodge behind machinery. But Ethan's plan was already in motion.
As they neared the east corridor, Orion tripped over a cable. A second later, Darian loomed over him, weapon raised.
Ethan didn't hesitate. He launched himself at Darian, tackling him into a console. Sparks and smoke exploded around them. Mara fired at point-blank range, forcing Darian to retreat temporarily.
Orion scrambled up, heart racing. "I... I can't do this!"
"Yes, you can!" Ethan shouted. "Do exactly what I say!"
They dashed down the corridor, finally reaching a secure elevator. Ethan hit the button for the lower levels-the core of the facility, where the real secrets awaited.
The elevator descended silently, but tension coiled like a snake around their hearts. Every floor passed like an eternity. They didn't speak. Every sound-the hum of machinery, their breathing, the distant footsteps of pursuers-was amplified.
Finally, the doors opened. And what they saw made them freeze.
The lower level was enormous-rows upon rows of cryogenic chambers, some broken, others humming with energy. Equipment lined the walls, and at the center, a massive containment unit pulsed with a faint blue light.
Orion's breath caught. "That... that's what I was working on."
Ethan scanned the room. "It's worse than we thought. They weren't just building weapons... they were building monsters. And someone wants them unleashed."
A cold laugh echoed from the shadows. Darian emerged once again, flanked by heavily armed men. "Welcome to the truth," he said. "And welcome to your end."
Ethan tightened his grip on his rifle. Mara flanked him. Orion, trembling, held the bag close.
The final battle had begun.
And somewhere, deep in the facility, secrets that could ignite the world waited.
Ethan knew one thing for certain: no one would survive unscathed. And the war for Orion's secret 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.