Novels by Yusuf I. Jnr

As soon as we stepped out of the televeyor, the sight of another exotic room came into view. This time, it was more of a guest room. A space of resort of a sort, rather than an office. However, I couldn't enjoy the view as much as I'd have liked as I caught sight of someone I was rather expecting to meet. Though, I was not certain of her real identity anymore. “ Took you long enough...” Dressed in a tight black leather suit with little taupe details, the lady said without shifting her indifferent gaze from the HUD of her vector device. Her long black hair fell all over her stretched, fit, and curvy figure while the humongous mounds on her chest that the suit she wore failed to cover peeked from beneath her pointed chin. She looked even hotter than I remembered. The next instant, she shut close the vector device before her and slowly organized her posture to stand. I was mesmerized by how those two familiar soft melons on her chest jiggled with every little action she made in the p

۩Stepping into the golden conveyor was like a great leap into the reality and truth of the era that we lived in. The difference in the class I lived in and the one in front of me was literally worlds apart, and suddenly being spun into such reality was a juxtaposition to just how far away I've lived from the current era of greatness and scientific peak that earth had attained. It was all a graphic composition of shiny gold with intricate lines of algorithm that covered the interior. The lines shone in bold luminous blue lights of technology which breathed occasionally in a soft beam to show vitality and full connection.I watched with perplexed heart as the guide pressed a single button that glowed a dim light on the wall and say to it " Floor five, management", following a melodious ting sound.A soothing whirr resounded from everywhere around and shortly after that, the conveyor started to tremble ever so gently. It became brighter than usual and I had to raise my gaze towards the

Staring at the formally-suited thin framed figure in the mirror, I couldn't help but be prideful of myself. my long black hair that I slicked backwards shone glossily under the dim light of the room. It's been a week since the warning note from Mr Sri and today is the pickup date. I stepped out of my minimalist 'cabin' into the morning atmosphere of fount, not without asking Roberta to activate the security system. I had to wait for few minutes outside for my ride to arrive. I had received a short message just a day before and was directed to Ferry TCC in the Highlands. I figured it'd have to be so since I couldn't be sent on a mission without proper transportation. Ferry TCC is one of the teleportation facilities in the Highlands, without doubt, one of the "world organization's" accomplices. Nonetheless, It wasn't an all too bad information, considering my plan. Sat in the flobile, I observed the humid view below as we flew across countries, it was the month of 'fall' and the temper

The flobile I ordered arrived long past breakfast in the morning and the sun shone bright as the white clouds drifted apart, indicating that it was almost noon. I left Spax corp with bouncy step and literally in flying style as well if you considered, well... Anyway, I wouldn't say that it hadn't been a great time in here but I already missed my lovely home. There was a limit to the things I could do here compared to my home. It took a little less time than I imagined to reach home since there wasn't any sightseeing during the drive and upon getting inside my rundown apartment with only few details setting it apart from that of any low-life;"Welcome home, Jenkins!" In her usual flat monotonous tone that's been practically etched in my being, Roberta greeted."Thanks Roberta. Hehe, did you miss me?" I asked in a bit joking manner to which she didn't reply. "Could you order me lunch?" yeah, it was about that time already."On it, ordering cheeseburgers and cold Desstark cocktails on co

It still remains a wonder how everything in the universe is connected into a motion of evolution, though with different end outcomes. The Sun despite being the hottest star in the solar system, exudes the solar energy that sustains life in the planets as they orbit around it. It was truly a sight to behold staring at the solar plane that I've created in the Extended reality just by my thought. Nonetheless, seeing that no announcement arrived from the AI however, I figured that there was more to be done to complete this test phase so I roamed about the space of the extended reality, looking for any other task that seemed obvious enough to do so as to end this test phase. I didn't know how much time had passed outside but I reckon it couldn't be more than few hours at most. 'Are there any lives in other galaxies, just as ours?' I pondered to myself in contempt. It was only plausible that since life exists in the Milky way, there should be life in other galaxies as well. Even though no

Initiating launch in 10.. 9.. 8..Sitting in front of the control and navigation system above the launch pad area in the facility of the extended reality, I watched with great excitement as Ego-proxy 001 prepared to launch. The announcement was made by the AI itself and the sky scrambled to show each count.3..2 .. 1*Wheeze!*I could feel the intense heat from the elevation as the Spacepod launched into the distant skies and from the glass window, I had a clear view of it all. Despite having seen so many documentaries that were of this nature, It felt different to launch a spacecraft that I built myself as in this case, and I could say with all that I had that this was one of the best experiences."woo hoo! Yeah!" I successfully built a spacecraft and launched it, I just couldn't help but feel as though I was Space Prime Drake Fordham who had the same backstory, only that his was in real time... He is a renowned space technologist of my era.After Failing to make Ego-proxy 001 launc

‎Night crawled slowly across campus, tinting the sky in deep bruised darkness with a tinge of light as Wesley made his way down the dim path leading toward the woods. The air was cooler now, crisp enough to sting lightly against his cheeks. His hands were tucked into his hoodie pockets; his “best” attire.‎‎ Standing next to her earlier in the morning had felt too painfully inadequate. Wesley remembered to not let that be the case again this time.‎‎He walked with uneven steps, half-dreading and half-excited, his thoughts noisy and tangled.‎‎' What does she want to do tonight? Are we going to practice being a werewolf and what it's about? Why did I even agree to this?'‎‎On his way, he rehearsed questions in his head. Questions that had been on his mind since afternoon, questions he should have asked her earlier in the mornin. About werewolves, about what he’d turned into, about the strange instincts that kept flaring inside him. She was the only person he could talk to about any

Wesley pushed into his dorm feeling fatigued. He expected to meet his roommate, Ralph, but only the quiet walls greeted him with a wave of silence. His roommate was gone, probably off to class or the gym or wherever normal people with normal lives went at this hour. For once, Wesley was grateful. Silence was exactly what he needed at the moment.He stepped inside and shut the door gently behind him, leaning against it for a moment. His pulse was still unsettled, beating in uneven thumps as his mind replayed his encounter with that pretty girl.‘I’m a werewolf…’She had said it casually, like someone telling him he had forgotten to tie his shoelace, and it only left him confused as to the truth of it.Wesley dragged himself to the bed and collapsed face-first into the thin mattress. He stayed that way for a while, breathing into the fabric, letting the exhaustion sink into him. He had classes to attend, he probably should have gone to at least take some notes…but how was he supposed to

“You’re a werewolf now.”The words hit him with such force that the world seemed to tilt. Wesley’s mind blanked…‘Werewolf.’‘Werewolf.’His pulse spiked violently, panic surging up his spine as the word echoed in his mind. ‘Werewolf?’He subconsciously stepped back, knees weak and sweat pooling on his forehead.‘No! It can’t be…I’m not a-’ Wesley wanted to deny, but his brain betrayed him with a flood of memories that seemed to slap the denial out of him.He remembered the wolf that’d attacked him last night. He remembered the bite, and how he’d woken up in a pool of his own blood just this morning—proof of how he’d been mortally wounded by that wolf. And strangely, he had no wounds on him.As if-As if he’d healed someway.Wesley’s chest tightened painfully.‘No.No, no-’He sucked in a breath, ready to deny it still. Anything to escape the possibility of him being a werewolf. How could he believe that? It has to be a prank!Wesley subconsciously looked at the girl to see if she mean

‎Wesley didn’t realize he’d stood up until he noticed the scrape of his chair on the cafeteria floor. The girl was already walking away, unbothered by the looks she’d stirred up. He followed her because his body seemed to have chosen for him, still buzzing from embarrassment, still trapped somewhere between panic and the lingering warmth of her breath against his ear.‎‎The cafeteria doors shut behind them, muting the chatter inside. The air outside was cooler and quieter, it left him feeling a bit relieved. She walked ahead with long, confident strides, her long hair swaying like she didn’t have a single question or doubt in the world. Wesley trailed a few steps behind, every heartbeat reminding him he had far too many problems at hand.‎‎' Why him? What did she want? How did she know about him liking Emma?' His thoughts kept looping‎‎And beneath that he questioned the feeling in his chest, 'Why does it feel like the air around her pulls me in?' Like he couldn't resist for some r

‎Wesley stared at the girl like she had spoken in another language when she said she could help him get Emma back. His brain stalled, tripped over itself, and finally shut down entirely.‎‎“W-what?” he croaked, voice cracking in incredulity. The girl rolled her eyes, looking at Wesley as if he was denying something so obvious that it made him look stupid and lame.‎‎Heat rushed up Wesley's neck at his own fumble. He tried to recover, tried to pretend he wasn’t just seconds away from imploding just now.‎‎“I don’t…" He paused realizing he'd be feeding right into it. " What are you talking about even?” ‎‎"Her." The girl pointed right towards Emma, her expression as dry as cement. ‎‎Wesley sucked his teeth, he said fast, waving his hand dismissively. “I’m not-- no, that's not it...”He tried to deny, but his tone was unconvincing, even to himself.‎‎" I don't need anything or anyone." He stabbed a forkful of food, shooting his head down as if to ignore everything else even though

‎By the time class ended, Wesley's brain felt like it had been dragged across gravel. Everyone else seemed completely normal, packing their bags, joking with friends, drifting into little clumps of conversation that floated toward the hallway. ‎ ‎Him? He just sat there, staring at the blank page on his notebook like there was something written on it that only he understood. ‎ ‎' Maybe I'm just overthinking everything. I should go eat first for a change. Maybe I'm just hungry...' ‎ ‎He forced himself to stand, slung his bag over his shoulder, and followed the stream of students out of the lecture hall. His legs felt strangely light, as if he'd lost too much weight. ‎ ‎Not only that, every sound around was just sharp in his ears. The scrape of chair legs, the echoing footsteps, even the fluorescent buzz overhead. ‎ ‎It all felt… amplified. ‎ ‎' Is this paranoia?' Wesley wondered, fighting the urge to press his palms to his ears so as to not look crazy. ‎ ‎He refused to be