Stolen Daylight
I never thought it would happen to me. One minute, Jenna and I were laughing on the swings, waiting for the boys we’d been texting all week. The next—hands over our mouths, the world spinning as we were dragged into a van. No one screamed. No one came. Now we’re moving, blindfolded, hearts pounding. I’m Eva. I’m sixteen. And if we don’t act fast, no one will ever find us.The van jerks forward, my head slamming against the metal floor. Blindfold biting into my skin, I taste blood from my lip. Somewhere beside me, Jenna’s breathing fast—shallow, panicked.\n\n"Shh, shh, it’s okay," I whisper, but my voice cracks. It’s not okay. We were just at the park. We were supposed to meet Tyler and Chris. Just a date. Just stupid, normal teen stuff.\n\nNow the engine hums like a predator, and every turn takes us further from everything I know. A muffled sob comes from the corner—another kid?\n\nMy fingers brush something sharp near the wheel well. A loose screw, maybe. Or a nail.\n\nFootsteps approach from the front. The divider slides open.\n\nDo I hide it in my palm or drop it now?
Sergino
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Stolen Stars
In the year 2147, Earth's last defense against orbital threats lies in the hands of genetically enhanced teenage girls trained as elite starfighter pilots. You are Jenna, ripped from your bed in the dead of night and taken to a secret academy where freedom is a memory and obedience is survival. Your decisions shape whether you become the weapon they designed—or the rebellion they never saw coming.
Snowy mountain rescue
A female spy named Jenna sent to a snowy mountain.
La Espía del Bosque Negro
Siento el peso del uniforme nuevo sobre mis hombros, cada costura marcada como una mentira más en mi identidad. Soy Camila Vértiz, alumna de intercambio. Pero ese no es mi verdadero nombre. Ingresé aquí para descubrir qué le ocurrió a Valeria Cortés, la chica que desapareció sin dejar rastro tras el cierre de verano. Nadie pregunta demasiado. Nadie quiere saber. Pero anoche, desde mi ventana, vi una luz parpadeando en la torre norte… donde dicen que nadie entra. Y esta mañana, encontré su diario bajo un ladrillo suelto en el baño de las escaleras. La primera página dice: 'Si lees esto, ya estás en peligro'.
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