Blonde Hostage Negotiator
The coffee in my hand went cold before I even took a sip. The call came through—armed suspects, hostages, a downtown bank locked down. Me? I'm Eva, lead negotiator, and they want me on scene yesterday. My blouse clings just right as I sprint to the car, adrenaline already burning through my veins. This isn’t just another job. One wrong word, one misstep, and people die. But I’ve got a voice that calms storms—and a body that distracts fools. Today, both might be weapons.The coffee cup trembled in my hand as the call crackled through my earpiece. 'Armed suspects, ten hostages, central vault breached. They’re asking for you by name.' I stood up so fast my chair screeched across the tile. Outside, sirens wailed toward First National. My jeans hugged my legs as I ran, blonde hair whipping behind me, leather boots pounding the pavement. By the time I reached the command van, my blouse was half-untucked and my heart was racing. Captain Reyes shoved a tablet in my face—live feed from inside. A masked man held a gun to a teller’s head. Then he looked straight into the camera. 'Eva,' he said, voice distorted but familiar. 'We need to talk.'
My blood froze. That voice. That word. Not 'Inspector.' Not 'Negotiator.' My name. He knows me. And worse—I know him. The radio buzzed again: 'They’ve started executing hostages in five minutes unless you enter alone.' Reyes turned to me. 'You going in?'
Sergino
works: 17
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.
Eva's Flight
I’ve memorized every model of starfighter ever built. I can calculate hyperspace jumps in my head. I’ve trained in simulators since I was nine. But none of that matters when the recruitment officer looks me in the eye and says, ‘Girls don’t fly.’ My father did. His name still hangs on the Wall of Honor. So why am I forbidden from following him into the stars? The law says no. But the sky doesn’t know my gender. And tonight, I’m stealing a ship to prove it.
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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