5:30 AMLawrence woke to the alarm he'd subconsciously set last night while scrolling. He sat on the edge of the bed, stretched, and stared blankly into the dim room, his brain rebooting like an old 2000s computer.Five minutes later, he grabbed his phone and called Hazel without checking the time.The call rang a bit longer before it was picked."It's rude to wake people at this hour," Hazel's voice came through, thick with sleep. "I barely slept and finally passed out at 4 AM. What is it?""Sorry, but it's urgent, I swear," Lawrence said, his voice earnest. "Listen—you don't have any makeup on right now, do you? And your hair's messy. You were woken up early, so I bet your eyes are a little red. That's perfect.""Mmm? Perfect for what?" Hazel asked, yawning as she tried to sound professional even though her brain was a bit slow currently due to being tired."I need you to post something raw and real on Nexus. No corporate talk. Say something like: 'A giant is trying to crush us beca

30 Minutes Into The PartyLawrence finally got to experience what it was like to attend a party of the elites. It was quiet, with no loud songs blaring, no twerking or what some might call ghetto dancing. Everything here moved with a kind of practiced grace; even the laughter around him seemed refined, polished, and somehow tinged with the quiet rustle of money.He observed the men mingling in small clusters, talking in low tones about business deals worth millions, their expressions serious and focused. The women glided between groups, discussing the latest skincare innovations, comparing the brands and cuts of their dresses, noting how rare or expensive certain pieces were. Occasionally, when one turned away, the whispers would start—light, sharp gossiping about who was wearing what, or who was seen with whom. It was, Lawrence thought, typical of 'most' women in its own way, just wrapped in silk and jewels.Meanwhile, Jasmine and her friend Luna were catching up nearby. From their c

Hmm-mm-mm!The resonant purr and subtle vibration of the Porsche 911 GT3’s engine was deeply intoxicating. So much so that Lawrence found himself not wanting to reach their destination quickly at all. He deliberately took a detour, a longer route that would allow him to drive Jasmine around the city for a while longer under the guise of the night.Jasmine, who had been quietly watching the scenery blur past her window, suddenly turned her gaze toward Lawrence.“I feel like this isn’t the road we took to get there, is it?”“This road? Of course it isn’t,” Lawrence nodded, keeping his eyes casually on the traffic ahead. “That earlier route was a bit too lonely and dark for my liking. I’d rather not take it at this hour. But don’t worry, we’ll still reach your teacher’s dormitory as soon as possible.”As he spoke, he matched the accelerator and increased their speed, deliberately passing another junction that would have offered a much shorter path back.“You should have switched lanes ju

“You want me to go fast, huh?”Lawrence smirked inwardly, the plan already solidifying in his mind.Jasmine, hearing his low question, felt her heart skip a beat. A cold wave of bad premonition washed over her.“What bullshit are you spewing? Step on the motherfucking gas!” the man in the backseat screamed, jabbing the gun forward again.Zoom!!!!The W13 twin-turbocharged engine roared like never before, unleashing every bit of its 660 horsepower in a deafening, mechanical scream. The black Porsche, transformed into a beast of raw power, surged forward like a super-cheetah released from a cage, sprinting violently onto the night-lit overpass.The acceleration was so sudden and brutal that Jasmine was thrown back, pressed deep into the leather passenger seat. The force was immense—so intense that even Lawrence felt his own hands tremble on the wheel. He had never driven like this in his entire life. The roaring of the engine, the violent surge of power, the world blurring outside the w

Lawrence took a deep, shaky breath, his palms finally peeling away from the steering wheel, leaving the leather slightly damp with sweat. The adrenaline was beginning to recede, leaving a hollow, trembling quiet in its wake. He turned his head to look into the back seat, half-expecting to see the wild-eyed criminal still lurking there. It was empty. The space was vacant, a hollow shell of the terror that had filled it just minutes before. The mentally unhinged man must have been thrown clear at some point during the violent, airborne maneuver. All that remained was a single, crushed bunch of roses, its stems caught and still swaying gently from the handle of the rear car door. The delicate wrapping paper was torn apart, and a few multicolored ribbons danced in the faint breeze seeping through the cracked windows. It was a strangely forlorn sight. Finally, Lawrence turned fully towards Jasmine beside him. Her silence was more unnerving than any scream had been. "Are you... feeling