The latest installment of my featured novel “Relentless” is here!

I am excited to release this novel in small parts, pulling readers into the captivating chaos of the story! Years ago, I was amazed by Stephen King’s bold storytelling in “The Green Mile,” where he shared each part like a thrilling tease over time, and now I want to continue that exciting tradition with Moteventure!

WHAT IS “RELENTLESS” ABOUT?

“Relentless” propels readers through the thrilling journey of Abi Spencer and her fiercely loyal friend Winn Starr as they confront a perilous world rife with hidden agendas and unyielding foes. Maxwell Thrasher, with his insidious technological implant threatening humanity’s very existence, is recklessly advancing the untested device, fully aware of its malevolent intent and catastrophic potential. With unwavering resolve, Abi and Winn team up with Dr. Caroline Kramer and Coop Kennedy, racing against time to devise bold strategies that will thwart Thrasher’s sinister plans, plunging them into a complex web of intrigue, betrayal, and an inspiring battle for survival against staggering odds.

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RELENTLESS – D.S. FACTOR

Twenty-One 

The train carved a silver arc through the twilight countryside, streaking past shuttered farms and forgotten roads. Within its quiet hum, the remnants of Paris flickered behind them—smoke, static, and the echo of something no one yet understood. 

Abi Spencer pressed her forehead against the cool glass, eyes scanning the horizon without seeing it. Beneath her boot, a bag of cables rattled faintly. The team had escaped, barely. But escape wasn’t victory. Not yet. 

Across from her, Winn Starr was hunched over a tablet, her finger dancing between encrypted news feeds and dark-network message boards. The headlines were already twisting, stretching to fit narratives built for public digestion. 

Canadian Prime Minister Olivia Johnson dies in tragic fall from hotel rooftop. 

 MedAmericaOne CEO offers condolences, urges unity amid unrest 

“What’s left of the truth will be buried before sunrise,” Winn muttered. 

 Abi didn’t answer. 

 The silence between them was shattered by memory. 

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Olivia Johnson, hours earlier, alone on the rooftop. 

She had stood beneath the stars, surrounded by the indifferent hush of Paris. The air had been clean, crisp. But something beneath her skin buzzed—a low thrum not quite organic. A whisper in her spine. 

She had taken a step forward, unthinking. Another. 

You are tired. 

 This is peace. 

 They will understand. 

The thoughts didn’t feel like hers, yet they fit perfectly. That was the strangest part. 

She’d reached for her phone, then dropped it. She’d opened her mouth to speak, then forgotten how. Logic twisted inward. Emotion dissolved. 

She hadn’t jumped. 

She had complied. 

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Back in the train, Eli stood at the far end of the cabin, reviewing footage from Coop’s salvaged surveillance patch. Caroline and Brad sat nearby, scanning biometric traces, signal signatures, and fragments of corrupted firmware from the implant tech. 

“We don’t have answers,” Caroline said, voice tight. “Not yet.” 

“We do,” Eli replied quietly, “but they’re buried inside lies.” 

Brad tapped a feed. “I booked us onto a freighter from Marseille. Gets us to Norfolk in ten days. Unofficial, off-grid. Quiet.” 

Eli nodded. “The next phase starts at home.” 

Coop, eyes sleepless and twitching from caffeine, turned in his seat. “There’s something buried in the firmware. Deep enough to mask signal deviation. Whatever they’ve built—it’s evolving.” 

Abi finally spoke, voice low. “We’re not chasing a product. We’re chasing a system. A behavior.” 

Winn locked eyes with her. “Something that can rewrite a person.” 

Silence gripped the cabin. 

Eli turned to the group. “We regroup. We map every connection MedAmericaOne’s made inside the U.S.—government contracts, telecom partnerships, defense liaisons. We find out who’s already been touched.” 

Caroline looked up from her screen. “And what if they don’t even know?” 

Abi stared out at the darkening hills. 

“Then we’re already late.” 

The train slowed as the outskirts of Lyon drew close, shadows stretching long across forgotten stations. No flashing lights. No pursuit. Just a steel hush and the knowledge that the battlefield had shifted—not ended. 

They moved with quiet purpose, gathering gear, sealing terminals, checking blind spots. Thrasher’s grip was tightening. But now the cracks were visible. Now the war was personal. 

And now it was coming home. 

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