Novels by Eeeeric

Ella Rogers swiftly pulled her standard-issue smartphone from her tactical vest. Her fingers flew across the cracked screen as she rapidly accessed the police department's secure internal database. Bringing up the high-resolution mugshot attached to the active warrant for the notorious criminal, she held the glowing device downward. Her sharp eyes darted back and forth, meticulously comparing the digital image of the rugged, fierce face on her screen with the agonizingly contorted features of the injured thief groaning in a heap on the cold asphalt.A sudden, sharp gasp escaped her lips. "Hold on a second!" she commanded, her authoritative voice suddenly trembling with a mixture of sheer disbelief and adrenaline. "This man who just got run over is absolutely not your ordinary, run-of-the-mill pickpocket! He is an incredibly dangerous, Class-A Wanted Fugitive! His name is John Baxton!"The moment that infamous name echoed against the brick walls of the narrow alleyway, an absolute, suf

The moment those explosive words left the frail woman's lips, a heavy, suffocating silence instantly descended upon the chaotic scene. The angry murmurs of the surrounding crowd vanished, replaced by an eerie stillness as dozens of eyes darted between the battered delivery rider and the agonizingly injured pedestrian."Excuse me, ma'am, what exactly did you just say?" Ella Rogers asked, her authoritative voice faltering for a brief second. She blinked in profound shock, her hands pausing just inches away from snapping the cold metal handcuffs onto the rider's wrists."I said that is him! That is the exact same man!" The elderly woman shrieked, her voice violently trembling with a mixture of raw exhaustion and boiling anger. She pointed a shaking, wrinkled finger directly at the man groaning on the asphalt. "Just a few minutes ago, he approached my husband and me right at the main entrance of St. Mary Hospital and politely asked for directions to the emergency room. I was foolish enoug

A deafening crash shattered the quiet air of the alleyway!The two figures collided with bone-jarring, catastrophic force. The electric scooter violently slammed into the unforgiving concrete. The heavy plastic battery cover snapped off, flying several meters through the air before clattering against a dirty brick wall. The front wheel took the absolute brunt of the impact, completely warping into a mangled, unrecognizable shape. The entire vehicle tipped over on its side, instantly reduced to a heap of smoking, worthless scrap metal.Sam Sparks did not fare any better. The sheer momentum of the brutal collision violently launched him off the leather seat, sending him tumbling across the rough pavement along with the insulated takeout bag strapped to his handlebars. The flimsy plastic food containers burst wide open upon impact, splashing piping hot soup and scattered vegetables all over the dirty ground. Miraculously, the smartphone securely clamped to the twisted handlebars survived

Meanwhile, the bustling entrance of St. Mary Hospital teemed with a continuous stream of patients and worried families. Amidst the chaotic crowd, a man with a scruffy beard and a ferocious glint in his eyes pulled the brim of his baseball cap lower to conceal his face. This was John Baxton, a fugitive currently wanted by the local police for a string of brazen burglaries. He planned to pull off one final, massive heist to fund his escape before laying low in his remote hometown. Even the most hardened criminals usually adhered to an unspoken rule explicitly forbidding theft from hospital patients. However, driven by pure greed and the desperate need for a huge payout, he had long since abandoned any moral bottom line. His cold, predatory gaze swept across the plaza, meticulously searching for a vulnerable target.His eyes finally locked onto an elderly couple slowly making their way toward the main doors. The white-haired old woman gently supported her frail husband, who leaned heavil

"Holy crap! The system task is actually here!" Sam Sparks blurted out, his eyes widening in a mixture of shock and sheer disbelief. "But it is actually making me deliver food?"He stood frozen on the pavement, his mind struggling to process the absurdity of the situation. Having just bound to the Epic Fail Influencer System, he had expected his first mission to be something glamorous, or at least somewhat dignified. Instead, he was being ordered to become a gig worker. He felt completely foolish. However, a system task was still a system task, and if he wanted to claim those miraculous, life-changing rewards, he had absolutely no choice but to comply.Wasting no time, he pulled up his phone, downloaded the most popular live-streaming application, and quickly registered a brand-new account. After navigating through a maze of menus, he rapidly submitted his credentials for official rider authentication.Ding! Your streaming channel has been successfully created! Please enter a captivati

The harsh light of the smartphone screen illuminated the dark room, reflecting off exhausted eyes. The webpage for the SATs score inquiry remained frozen on the digital display.Failed.In that fleeting second, time seemed to grind to a halt. A heavy silence pressed down on the cramped bedroom, amplifying his shallow breaths."Hmph! He couldn't even get into a decent college! Does he still have the nerve to come out and eat?"The furious roar of a middle-aged man shattered the quiet, the volume vibrating violently through the thin door.Sam Sparks felt his eyebrows knit together, a cold knot of dread forming in his stomach. He locked the screen, slipped the phone away, and pushed the door open.In the brightly lit dining room, an atmosphere thick with tension choked the air. Stan Sparks, his face flushed crimson with anger, leaned over the dinner table, directing his conversation entirely toward the relatives beside him."Just let Joel go to that company and take the position," Stan S