Novels by Happy Mwalongo

Trevor jolted awake, sweat clinging to his skin. His apartment was dark except for the neon glow from the city outside. He had been here for days, delivering packages, eating cheap takeout, and pretending the past few months hadn’t happened.But they had.Flashes of a world filled with cracked skies, shadowy monsters, and Lyra’s determined face haunted him every time he closed his eyes. At first, he had convinced himself it was just a dream. A side effect of exhaustion, maybe. But deep down, he knew better.The system world was real. And somehow, he had been ripped away from it.His phone buzzed on the nightstand. Another delivery request.Trevor sighed, rubbing his face. Maybe if he focused on work, he could drown out the nagging feeling that something was missing.The streets were quiet as he rode his motorbike, weaving through the late night traffic. The city had never felt so empty before. Or maybe he was just seeing it differently now.His next stop was an upscale apartment compl

Trevor took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts. The empty void around him stretched endlessly, but now he had a direction. He had a purpose. Lyra was still out there, trapped in the remnants of the system, and if he didn’t act soon, she would be lost forever.He clenched his fists, his mind still struggling to accept what Other-Trevor had told him. The Rift was the source of everything, the core of the system’s power. If he could reach it, if he could close it, maybe this nightmare would finally end.“How do I get there?” Trevor asked, turning back to Other-Trevor.The figure’s eyes darkened. “The system still has a hold on you. It won’t let you leave without a fight.”Trevor scoffed. “Yeah, well, it’s not like it ever made things easy.”Other-Trevor smirked slightly. “That’s why you have to be ready. You need to find a way back into the system, but this time, you’re going to do it on your own terms.”Trevor frowned. “And how exactly do I do that?”Other-Trevor steppe

Trevor’s vision blurred as the world around him shattered like glass. The moment his hand touched his doppelgänger’s, reality collapsed into a swirling void of colors and static. It felt like falling but in every direction at once.His stomach twisted. He squeezed his eyes shut, but the dizziness only got worse. Then...THUD.He hit the ground hard.Trevor groaned, rolling onto his back. The surface beneath him was solid cold metal, smooth like a hospital floor. The air smelled sterile, like disinfectant and machine oil.Slowly, he forced his eyes open.And immediately wished he hadn’t.He was in a room. But not a normal one. The walls were massive digital screens, flickering with images and numbers. His own face appeared on some of them different versions of him. Some looked like past selves, wearing his old delivery uniform. Others… weren’t him at all. Twisted, monstrous versions with glowing eyes and jagged smiles.Trevor pushed himself up, heart pounding. "Okay. This is officially

Trevor’s breath hitched. His mind screamed that this wasn’t possible, but the proof stood right in front of him.Him.Same face. Same messy hair. Same everything.The only difference?The other Trevor had a cold, knowing smirk like he had all the answers Trevor didn’t."What the hell is this?" Trevor demanded, fists clenching.Other-Trevor chuckled. "Straight to the point. I respect that."Trevor glared. "You look like me.""I am you."Trevor’s stomach twisted. No. That wasn’t possible.He took a slow step back, scanning his surroundings. The world around them was… broken. Like a half-loaded video game. The ground flickered between static and concrete. The air itself buzzed with an unseen force.A glitch.Trevor’s mind raced. The system had been messing with him, rewriting reality but this?"I don’t buy it," Trevor said. "If you were me, you’d be freaking out right now."Other-Trevor grinned. "You underestimate yourself."Trevor narrowed his eyes. "Then prove it. If you’re me, tell me

Trevor barely slept.Every time he closed his eyes, his brain replayed the events of the day the identical deliveries, the scripted responses, and the man in the black hoodie.That had been the only change.A glitch in the system’s perfect repetition.Trevor had spent half the night staring at his phone, waiting for another message, another clue. But nothing came.So if the system wasn’t going to give him answersHe’d have to force them out.7:00 AM.His alarm blared. Again.Trevor slammed it off, staring at the cracked ceiling. If today was another reset, then his phone would be...He checked the screen.Boss: Yo, we’re short on drivers today. You can pick up extra shifts?Trevor exhaled sharply. Same day. Same message.Not for long.He got dressed quickly, grabbed his keys, and bolted outside.Today, he wasn’t following the script.Trevor skipped his first delivery.Instead, he went straight to the café.He knew what he was looking for. Lyra.And there she was.Sitting in her usual

Trevor forced himself to step back from the café.Every instinct screamed at him to walk up to Lyra, shake her, demand answers. But the last time he had tried, the system had glitched and thrown him into darkness.This wasn’t just a reset.It was a test.If the system had rewound time, then he needed to play along—to see if it would make him relive everything exactly the same way, or if he could change something.His phone buzzed.Boss: Yo, we’re short on drivers today. You can pick up extra shifts?Trevor exhaled sharply. Same message. Same day.So the loop wasn’t just in his head.Trevor turned away from the café and headed for his bike. If the system wanted to mess with him, fine. But he wasn’t going to sit back and wait for it to break him.He had work to do. he has to earn money.The city was already bustling as Trevor wove through traffic. The streets, the people, the way the air smelled—it was all exactly as he remembered.His first delivery took him to a corporate office.A ma

Kai's POVIt had been days since Mark's tragic death. The weight of it lingered over all of us like a thick fog we couldn’t shake. I tried to focus on school, but every moment felt like a movie. His empty seat in the classroom was a constant reminder of how quickly everything had spiraled out of control. I couldn’t stop thinking about him about how we could’ve done something, anything to save him.But then again, that’s what the game did to us. It made us powerless. It played on our weaknesses, on our fears. And now, we were all paying the price.It was in the middle of a chemistry class that I noticed him again. The guy I’d seen before, that student with the glasses who always wore a lab coat. He was sitting in the back corner, just like usual, his laptop open in front of him. But this time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He was furiously typing away, his fingers moving so quickly across the keyboard that it almost seemed like he was programming something.I cou

Kai's pov The day dragged on in a haze of unease. Every glance, every whisper seemed like a reminder that things were only getting worse. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was lurking just out of sight, something bigger than , something we couldn’t control. It was just after school when me and Huang Tae found ourselves walking out of the building, the sunlight already beginning to fade as we made our way to the bus stop. The streets were quieter than usual, and the shadows stretched longer across the pavement. We were about to round the corner when we saw Rubin and Marianne standing by a parked car. But they weren’t alone. A man in a white lab coat stood beside them, his back was against me and Huang Tae. He looked out of place, as though he didn’t belong here. The lab coat was pristine, almost too white, and his posture was stiff, formal. He held a clipboard, flipping through pages with a focused look on his face. There was something cold about him. his aura wasn’t one o

° Kai's pov°The tension in the air was unbearable as me, Huang Tae, and Marianne stood, staring at the exit where our friends had fled in terror. One by one, our group had scattered, each person running for their life, leaving behind nothing but broken promises and shattered trust.My chest felt tight with a grief that wasn’t just for the loss of our friendship but for the loss of our innocence. This wasn’t the world we have known. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be.“We have to keep moving,” Huang Tae said, his voice low but steady. His hand rested on his phone, and I could see the panic in his eyes, though he tried to mask it.“Yeah,” I whispered. “But where? Where do we go?”Huang Tae didn’t answer immediately. His eyes were glued to the door, the tension clear in his posture. We both knew that every step we took from this moment on could lead to our end. But there was no choice. No escape."We need to stick together," Tae said, looking determined.I nodded, though the word

Kai's POV The sound of the basketball bouncing echoed through the court as Mark dribbled the ball expertly, weaving around the others. We were playing another pick-up game, just like any other day, trying to forget about the nightmare we’d all been living through for the past few weeks. The game... Game of Horrors: Level Up, Fear hadn’t given us any tasks in a while, and we were trying to believe, even if just for a moment, that it was over. That it was all just some twisted phase. But we all knew deep down that it wasn’t. I passed the ball to Rubin, who made a quick shot. "Nice one!" I yelled as he fist-bumped me. Mark was a few steps away, standing at the edge of the court, his phone pressed to his ear. He hadn’t said much all day, and I could tell he was still haunted by what happened with his sister. I didn’t blame him. We all had scars, but Mark's were particularly raw. "Hey, you okay?" I called out, but he didn’t respond. He was too focused on whatever was on his screen. S

Kai's POVI paced back and forth in Professor Warrick’s office, the silence hanging heavy in the air like an impending storm. My mind still was processing everything that had happened. My phone buzzed on the desk, and my heart skipped a beat as I glanced at it. It was another notification from the game.I swallowed hard, my throat dry.“Don’t check it,” I muttered to myself. If I looked, I knew it would only make things worse. But I had to stay focused. For my friends. For myself.Professor Warrick sat across from me, his face etched with concern. He was a man of few words, but right now, the tension in his eyes spoke everything.“I’ve been researching the app,” he said, his voice low and steady. “And the results... they’re disturbing.”I nodded, anxiously running my fingers through my hair. “What did you find? Is there any way to stop it?”Professor Warrick leaned forward, his fingers steepled together. “The app isn’t just a game. It’s a force. It’s using a network of minds to feed

Marianne's POVIt had been a long, exhausting day at school, and all I wanted was to get home and crash on my bed. The streets were quieter than usual as I walked home alone. My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I didn’t even bother to check it,just another reminder of how tired I was.But then, I felt the unsettling feeling, like someone was watching me. My skin prickled, and I instinctively glanced over my shoulder. There was no one there, but the air felt thick, suffocating, like it was closing in on me. I quickened my pace, my footsteps echoing off the pavement as I tried to shake the feeling. Every now and then, I would glance over my shoulder again, expecting to see someone or something lurking in the shadows.Nothing.Still, I couldn’t shake the sense of being followed, like a dark shadow was just behind me. My breath quickened as I pushed myself faster, my heart pounding in my chest. It wasn’t just paranoia anymore. It felt real.When I finally reached the safety of my front do