A Fever in the Mountains
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Daniel, a man living a solitary life in the mountain wilderness, witnesses a catastrophic event when a streak of violet light slams into the nearby ridge. Believing it to be a plane crash, his instincts drive him toward the impact site.
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Characters:
Nathan Summers- A 23-year old Caucasian aspiring FBI agent just hired few days. His height is 5'7 with androgynous face and built. He is kind, optimistic, a bit of introverted, techy, and smart
Luke Copeland - A 23-year old black american who is the son of Kevin Copeland and nephew of Marcus Copeland, the two famous fbi agents who previously disguised themselves as "white chicks", the Wilson sisters, to protect the real wilson sisters from evil socialites. He has happy go lucky, chick magnet, a bit perverted personality with a family problem.
Arabella "Bella" Montclair - A 19 year-old European Heiress who studies in New York University. A beautiful brunette 5'6 with busty and slim features. She has wears skimpy and chick outfits with kind of mean girl personality.
Allison Crawford - A 19 year-old american white girl from New York rockland counties with middle-class family. She has height of 5'10, athletic, gutsy, tomboyish but pretty. She is blonde woman with athetlic built but with model figure.
The story is about Nathan who just hired in fbi and his first mission is to protect the Belgian heiress, arabella montclair, by disguising replacing her and disguising himself as her in New York University. Luke Copeland will help Nathan do his mission by replacing a female student Allison Crawford. The heiress is targeted by shadowy socialites from europe due to her parents involvment in Belgium politics. The FBI is tasked by the the US government to protect the heiress due to the Belgian monarchy deal with the US government.
This novel has lots of humour, with few action scenes, a bit of drama, with mature contents, and more of sexual and racial jokes.
Chapter 1
Nathan Summers’s first thought upon entering the FBI’s New York Field Office was that he had, tragically, dressed as the concept of Anxiety for Halloween. His suit—purchased in a panic the night before from a store that smelled of despair and weak coffee—had all the structural integrity of a wet paper bag. It creaked when he breathed.
The security desk was manned by a man who looked like he’d been carved from a single block of skepticism. His nametag read ‘Officer Briggs.’ His a…
All characters are above 18 years old...
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The basement smelled of damp earth and forgotten things, a musty scent that clung to Aaron's nostrils as he descended the creaking wooden stairs. It was late August, and the oppressive heat of summer had finally begun to give way to the crisp promise of autumn. In just three days, Aaron would be starting his sophomore year at Northwood High, a prospect that filled him with equal parts dread and anticipation.
"Looking for treasure?" called Jim fro…
Author's Note: Hello! I just wanted to say that this story is inspired by Ding! by MaddBlackCat on Literotica, I highly recommend you check it out!
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Gary
Finally. The last bell rang and we were all free to go home. I smiled as I left, happy this will be the last time I'd be seeing most of these faces except when I'll walk the stage in a few weeks. Until then, I don't need to think about that lousy place anymore. By the looks of it, I wasn't the only one who felt this way as I …
So imagine my surprise on learning that my friend from college was one of them.
I cannot stress enough just how ordinary my day had been before I found out. As ordinary - I had assumed - it had been for everyone else on the planet. And I guess in a way, it was still ordinary, just a different kind of ordinary.
There’s a girl I like to sit next to in college: We only see each other twice a week for the units we have in common, but we always sit together when we see each other. At the time, I had no idea what Stella saw in me, but she was astronomically cute and liked dress…
The hospital room was quiet, the only sound the steady, soft beep of the heart monitor. Jake Gardner lay still in the narrow bed, his own body a strange and distant shell. He wasn’t in it anymore. His consciousness floated, untethered, in a small, quivering puddle of violet slime that had oozed from his own limp penis and now pooled on the crisp white sheets.
He’d been walking home from the bar, a little after two, when the sky had flashed purple. Something small and hot had slammed into the b…
But I'm not in any real danger: It's only make-believe.
I can’t stop thinking about the tent, the fortune teller, and the overwhelming euphoria of surrendering my body to the spirit world. Not really, of course: none of it’s real. It’s only make-believe. But the thrill is very real.
Just the memory makes me itch. Am I addicted? Is this an addiction? It must be. From my cubicle, I look at the clock. I don’t know why: Even when the work day ends, I’m only going home. It’s not Friday. It’s not time to return. Not time for her to speak the words and pu…
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Daniel, a man living a solitary life in the mountain wilderness, witnesses a catastrophic event when a streak of violet light slams into the nearby ridge. Believing it to be a plane crash, his instincts drive him toward the impact site.
Upon arrival, Daniel finds not a plane, but something ancient, sleek, and pulsing with a rhythmic thrum. In a moment of panic, he makes physical contact with a strange, vibrating material. The encounter is brief but violent, leaving him unconscious as the world seems to "turn inside out."
Daniel wakes to find the site changed and the authorities closing in. He flees back to his cabin, seemingly unharmed, but soon falls victim to a localized, agonizing pressure in his skull.
In a world gripped by the mysterious disappearance of a fallen object at Blackwood Peak, Daniel remains eerily calm as authorities fail to find the "impact" he uniquely understands. While the news reports a baffled search for debris, Daniel realizes they are looking for physical wreckage rather than the internal change he is experiencing. The silence of his secluded life is interrupted by a sharp knock at the door, revealing a formidable woman with a commanding, tactical presence.
It was only the afternoon of the fatidic day, yet the world Daniel had known for decades had already been dismantled. What began as a terrifying neurological assault on the mountain—a blinding, white-hot agony that threatened to snap his sanity—had crystallized into a chilling, newfound clarity. The static had died down, replaced by a low, predatory hum that vibrated in the marrow of his bones.
He could see the ports now. They were glowing, violet invitations nestled at the base of every human skull he passed, flickering like dying stars or pulsing with a rhythmic, bioluminescent hunger. They were the keys to unlock secrets he couldn't yet imagine, doorways into the wet, malleable architecture of the mind.
It's another day for Daniel, where he tries to understand better what is happening to him. Can he control his counterpart? Does he still control himself?