©Novel Buddy
PREVIEW
... don’t cough through. Meals that don’t come shrink-wrapped in street grease and regret.
Up top, they’ve got paradise.
Down here? We’ve got rust, shadows... and Breakball.
The world split a long time ago. Not by war, not by laws. By height. The towers rose, and with them, the rich. The rest of us stayed buried beneath, in the soot, the steam, the rot.
Welcome to the Underground.
Where pipes groan, walls sweat, and hope’s just a hustle.
And the only w ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE





























