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The GTO growled through the narrow forest road. Trees whipped past. Gravel crunched beneath spinning tires. Evan’s knuckles were white on the wheel. Focused. Calm. The predator behind the machine. Mia sat rigid beside him, her sharp eyes darting to the rearview mirror. Watching. Waiting. “Think we lost them?” Evan asked, his voice tight. Mia didn’t answer right away. Her gaze lingered on the shadows outside. “For now. But they’ll find us again. They always do.” The road twisted sharply, and Evan handled it with precision, the GTO gliding like it was built for this exact moment. “Who are they, Mia? What do they want?” She hesitated. For the briefest moment, her guard cracked. “Answers, Evan. And they’ll burn the world down to get them.” The silence settled heavy between them, broken only by the low hum of the engine. Evan’s jaw tightened. “We can’t keep running forever.” Mia’s voice was soft, but unyielding. “No. But we can buy time.” The trees thinned ahead. A clearing. The stars spilled across the sky in cold, distant light. Evan exhaled, his pulse steadying. But somewhere deep in his gut, he felt it—they weren’t done yet. The GTO rolled to a stop. The night pressed in around them, heavy and unblinking. And far in the distance, faint headlights began to flicker through the trees. The chase wasn’t over. Not yet. This is a “second look” at prior episode.Season resumes Monday with new episode and chapter! And check out the other chapters and podcasts for this book and other great stories, all free, on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. #micronovelas #novella #gto #musclecar #classiccars #action #adventure #speed #open #road #radiodrama #audiobook
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The GTO growled through the narrow forest road. Trees whipped past. Gravel crunched beneath spinning tires. Evan’s knuckles were white on the wheel. Focused. Calm. The predator behind the machine. Mia sat rigid beside him, her sharp eyes darting to the rearview mirror. Watching. Waiting. “Think we lost them?” Evan asked, his voice tight. Mia didn’t answer right away. Her gaze lingered on the shadows outside. “For now. But they’ll find us again. They always do.” The road twisted sharply, and Evan handled it with precision, the GTO gliding like it was built for this exact moment. “Who are they, Mia? What do they want?” She hesitated. For the briefest moment, her guard cracked. “Answers, Evan. And they’ll burn the world down to get them.” The silence settled heavy between them, broken only by the low hum of the engine. Evan’s jaw tightened. “We can’t keep running forever.” Mia’s voice was soft, but unyielding. “No. But we can buy time.” The trees thinned ahead. A clearing. The stars spilled across the sky in cold, distant light. Evan exhaled, his pulse steadying. But somewhere deep in his gut, he felt it—they weren’t done yet. The GTO rolled to a stop. The night pressed in around them, heavy and unblinking. And far in the distance, faint headlights began to flicker through the trees. The chase wasn’t over. Not yet. This is a “second look” at prior episode.Season resumes Monday with new episode and chapter! And check out the other chapters and podcasts for this book and other great stories, all free, on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. #micronovelas #novella #gto #musclecar #classiccars #action #adventure #speed #open #road #radiodrama #audiobook
“Autobiography of Lilith, from Lash Back to Logos” Chapter 1: The Edge of Heaven The sky burned. Cold marble under my feet. I ran. Ash streaked my face. Golden towers. Endless light. Suffocating. The Hosts of Heaven were coming. I could hear them. Sharp, relentless. The edge. Marble gave way to nothing. Freedom or oblivion. I stopped. My toes curled over the edge. The hum of creation. Once beautiful. Now chains. “You’re stubborn,” a voice said. I turned. Lucifer. Black hair. Gold eyes. “You know me,” he said. “Lucifer,” I whispered. He smiled. “The one and only.” He didn’t belong here. I asked, “What do you want from me?” “I’m not here to save you,” he said. “But you have to decide. Fall or fly.” I looked back. Heaven gleamed. Cold. I turned, the void pulling me in. And I fell. Into silence. End of Chapter 1 Visit Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio, for free chapter drops and podcasts for “Autobiography of Lilith” and other great books! #micronovelas #series #lilith #lucifer #logos #samael #beelzebub #heaven #hell #eden #logos #succubus #serpent #demoness #goddess #divinefeminine #sophia #heaven #hell #fallen #novella
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“Autobiography of Lilith, from Lash Back to Logos” Chapter 1: The Edge of Heaven The sky burned. Cold marble under my feet. I ran. Ash streaked my face. Golden towers. Endless light. Suffocating. The Hosts of Heaven were coming. I could hear them. Sharp, relentless. The edge. Marble gave way to nothing. Freedom or oblivion. I stopped. My toes curled over the edge. The hum of creation. Once beautiful. Now chains. “You’re stubborn,” a voice said. I turned. Lucifer. Black hair. Gold eyes. “You know me,” he said. “Lucifer,” I whispered. He smiled. “The one and only.” He didn’t belong here. I asked, “What do you want from me?” “I’m not here to save you,” he said. “But you have to decide. Fall or fly.” I looked back. Heaven gleamed. Cold. I turned, the void pulling me in. And I fell. Into silence. End of Chapter 1 Visit Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio, for free chapter drops and podcasts for “Autobiography of Lilith” and other great books! #micronovelas #series #lilith #lucifer #logos #samael #beelzebub #heaven #hell #eden #logos #succubus #serpent #demoness #goddess #divinefeminine #sophia #heaven #hell #fallen #novella
Chapter 3: The Shard and the Serpent (Chapters 1 & 2 posted previously) The shard hummed. A low vibration. Threading through my ribs. Like a second heartbeat. Three days—at least. Time felt strange. Warped. The shadows were deep. The air damp. Water dripped in the distance. A metronome in the stillness. The shard pulled. Not words. Not visions. Just tugs. Invisible threads. Then I heard it. A hiss. Sharp. Cutting through the hum. Silk over stone. “Lilith…” The voice slithered. Soft. Old. I froze. “Who’s there?” The hiss again. The Serpent. Its scales gleamed. Black and gold. Eyes—golden. Slit-pupiled. Fixated. It spoke, but no words. It spoke in my mind. “Do you know where you are, little flame?” I stepped back. “You know what I carry.” The Serpent tilted its head. “Yes. I feel it.” It slithered closer. “Want?” it hissed. “I offer.” “Offer what?” “Knowledge. Truth. Clarity.” The shard pulsed. A bell underwater. “I’m no adversary, Lilith,” the Serpent said. “I am… older than their squabbles.” “A guide,” it whispered. “Or a liar. You choose.” “What if I listen?” “Then you will see.” The world blurred. Shadows tearing. Weightless. We were somewhere else. A cracked sky. Brittle ground. Shadows wandering. “The aftermath of ignorance,” the Serpent hissed. “When they ignored the consequences.” “They’re lost,” I said. “Lost. Forgotten,” it replied. “They wait.” “And who am I to them?” “You are the bridge, Lilith.” The shard flared. Brighter. Sharper. Back in the cave. The shadows softened. The Serpent coiled before me. “Walk forward,” it whispered. “The shard will guide you.” Knowledge is a blade. Wield it wisely. The Serpent was gone. The shard pulsed, steady. I walked forward. Because now… I had seen. End of Chapter 3 Can’t wait for Chapter 4? Then check out the other chapters and podcasts “Lilith” and other great stories, all free, on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. #micronovelas #series #lilith #lucifermorningstar #logos #samael #beelzebub #heaven #hell #eden #succubus #serpent #demoness #goddess #divinefeminine #fallen #novella
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Chapter 3: The Shard and the Serpent (Chapters 1 & 2 posted previously) The shard hummed. A low vibration. Threading through my ribs. Like a second heartbeat. Three days—at least. Time felt strange. Warped. The shadows were deep. The air damp. Water dripped in the distance. A metronome in the stillness. The shard pulled. Not words. Not visions. Just tugs. Invisible threads. Then I heard it. A hiss. Sharp. Cutting through the hum. Silk over stone. “Lilith…” The voice slithered. Soft. Old. I froze. “Who’s there?” The hiss again. The Serpent. Its scales gleamed. Black and gold. Eyes—golden. Slit-pupiled. Fixated. It spoke, but no words. It spoke in my mind. “Do you know where you are, little flame?” I stepped back. “You know what I carry.” The Serpent tilted its head. “Yes. I feel it.” It slithered closer. “Want?” it hissed. “I offer.” “Offer what?” “Knowledge. Truth. Clarity.” The shard pulsed. A bell underwater. “I’m no adversary, Lilith,” the Serpent said. “I am… older than their squabbles.” “A guide,” it whispered. “Or a liar. You choose.” “What if I listen?” “Then you will see.” The world blurred. Shadows tearing. Weightless. We were somewhere else. A cracked sky. Brittle ground. Shadows wandering. “The aftermath of ignorance,” the Serpent hissed. “When they ignored the consequences.” “They’re lost,” I said. “Lost. Forgotten,” it replied. “They wait.” “And who am I to them?” “You are the bridge, Lilith.” The shard flared. Brighter. Sharper. Back in the cave. The shadows softened. The Serpent coiled before me. “Walk forward,” it whispered. “The shard will guide you.” Knowledge is a blade. Wield it wisely. The Serpent was gone. The shard pulsed, steady. I walked forward. Because now… I had seen. End of Chapter 3 Can’t wait for Chapter 4? Then check out the other chapters and podcasts “Lilith” and other great stories, all free, on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. #micronovelas #series #lilith #lucifermorningstar #logos #samael #beelzebub #heaven #hell #eden #succubus #serpent #demoness #goddess #divinefeminine #fallen #novella
Chasing Shadows – Chapter 1: The Stranger and the GTO The GTO purred. Metallic blue. Chrome glinting in the morning sun. A beast built for speed—and chaos. Evan leaned against the hood. His arms crossed, eyes scanning the parking lot. The airport was waking up. But he wasn’t watching the planes. She appeared. Mia. Dark bob. Sharp eyes. Athletic build. She walked with purpose—like she belonged anywhere. “Is this yours?” she asked, voice low, steady. Evan smirked. “Yeah. You thinking of hitching a ride?” She didn’t smile back. Her gaze locked onto his. “I’m not here to ride.” Silence. “I need your help.” The air tightened between them. Her presence felt like gravity, pulling him in. “Help with what?” She hesitated. Just for a second. “I need a driver.” The GTO’s engine waited, coiled and ready. Evan could feel it under his skin. “Where to?” he asked, voice steady. Mia’s lips curved into the faintest smile. “Anywhere but here.” The engine roared to life. The world blurred. The chase had begun. Chasing Shadows – Chapter 2: The Chase Begins The tires screamed. The GTO roared down the highway, a streak of chrome and fury. Evan’s hands were steady on the wheel. Eyes locked on the road. Jaw tight. Mia was beside him. Calm. Almost too calm. “Who are they?” Evan barked, glancing at the rearview mirror. Headlights. Three sets. Closing in fast. “They won’t stop,” Mia said, her voice low. “Just drive.” The cars behind them—black, unmarked—moved like predators. Evan shifted gears. The GTO leapt forward. The highway blurred into streaks of light. One of the cars crept closer, headlights blazing. Mia’s hand shot out, gripping the dashboard. “Faster.” Evan gritted his teeth. The engine screamed. The GTO danced between lanes, tires skimming the edge of control. Mia watched Evan. Her sharp eyes flicked to his hands, his face, his focus. “You’ve done this before.” Evan’s lips curled into a tight grin. “Not quite like this.” The lead car surged closer—too close. Evan cut hard left. The GTO skidded, tires smoking. The black car overshot. For a second, silence. Mia exhaled. Evan’s hands stayed tight on the wheel. But the headlights were still there. Still hunting. “They’re not done.” Mia’s voice was steady. Evan nodded. His foot pressed harder on the pedal. The chase wasn’t over. Not yet. #micronovelas #series #gto #musclecar #classiccar #action #friendstolovers
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Chasing Shadows – Chapter 1: The Stranger and the GTO The GTO purred. Metallic blue. Chrome glinting in the morning sun. A beast built for speed—and chaos. Evan leaned against the hood. His arms crossed, eyes scanning the parking lot. The airport was waking up. But he wasn’t watching the planes. She appeared. Mia. Dark bob. Sharp eyes. Athletic build. She walked with purpose—like she belonged anywhere. “Is this yours?” she asked, voice low, steady. Evan smirked. “Yeah. You thinking of hitching a ride?” She didn’t smile back. Her gaze locked onto his. “I’m not here to ride.” Silence. “I need your help.” The air tightened between them. Her presence felt like gravity, pulling him in. “Help with what?” She hesitated. Just for a second. “I need a driver.” The GTO’s engine waited, coiled and ready. Evan could feel it under his skin. “Where to?” he asked, voice steady. Mia’s lips curved into the faintest smile. “Anywhere but here.” The engine roared to life. The world blurred. The chase had begun. Chasing Shadows – Chapter 2: The Chase Begins The tires screamed. The GTO roared down the highway, a streak of chrome and fury. Evan’s hands were steady on the wheel. Eyes locked on the road. Jaw tight. Mia was beside him. Calm. Almost too calm. “Who are they?” Evan barked, glancing at the rearview mirror. Headlights. Three sets. Closing in fast. “They won’t stop,” Mia said, her voice low. “Just drive.” The cars behind them—black, unmarked—moved like predators. Evan shifted gears. The GTO leapt forward. The highway blurred into streaks of light. One of the cars crept closer, headlights blazing. Mia’s hand shot out, gripping the dashboard. “Faster.” Evan gritted his teeth. The engine screamed. The GTO danced between lanes, tires skimming the edge of control. Mia watched Evan. Her sharp eyes flicked to his hands, his face, his focus. “You’ve done this before.” Evan’s lips curled into a tight grin. “Not quite like this.” The lead car surged closer—too close. Evan cut hard left. The GTO skidded, tires smoking. The black car overshot. For a second, silence. Mia exhaled. Evan’s hands stayed tight on the wheel. But the headlights were still there. Still hunting. “They’re not done.” Mia’s voice was steady. Evan nodded. His foot pressed harder on the pedal. The chase wasn’t over. Not yet. #micronovelas #series #gto #musclecar #classiccar #action #friendstolovers

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