Stranded with the Tedoleran E-Book

Nova Edwins

• Herausgeber: Black Umbrella Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Tedolerans
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 101

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

The shuttle I was in crashed on a remote island. Sounds bad already, doesn't it? But there's more: I am not alone. The only other survivor is a big, strong alien warrior named Kochol. He knows how to survive in the harshest conditions and where to find water, food, and shelter. Not the worst one to crash on a barely populated planet with, right? I wish. Because I tried to rob him right before the shuttle launched—and my brother happens to be the one who stole his spaceship, forcing him into the shuttle with me in the first place. It's bad. It's really bad. And judging by the sinister gleam in Kochol's eyes, I'm sure it'll only get much, much worse. Dark sci-fi romance novella with wildly over-the-top action and an HEA.

Leseprobe

STRANDED WITH THE TEDOLERAN

TEDOLERANS 4

NOVA EDWINS

A DARK SCI-FI ROMANCE NOVELLA

CONTENTS

Stranded With The Tedoleran

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

About Nova Edwins

STRANDED WITH THE TEDOLERAN

The shuttle I was in crashed on a remote island. Sounds bad already, doesn’t it?

But there’s more: I am not alone. The only other survivor is a big, strong alien warrior named Kochol. He knows how to survive in the harshest conditions and where to find water, food, and shelter. Not the worst one to crash on a barely populated planet with, right?

I wish. Because I tried to rob him right before the shuttle launched—and my brother happens to be the one who stole his spaceship, forcing him into the shuttle with me in the first place.

It’s bad. It’s really bad. And judging by the sinister gleam in Kochol’s eyes, I’m sure it’ll only get much, much worse.

Dark sci-fi romance novella with wildly over-the-top action and an HEA.

1

KOCHOL

I chug down another glass of kloshlu and enjoy the burn in my throat. It burns almost as bad as the anger in my belly.

This was the ah’tze last time I trusted a human. This scumbag race only consists of pieces of shit—one bigger than the last one. They would probably steal infants and eat them for breakfast if they could.

I marvel at my hate toward those weak yet cunning creatures as I signal the barkeeper to refill my glass.

I don’t have much longer before the transport shuttle leaves Leto 5, and I intend to catch a ride.

I groan at the thought of me on a shuttle filled with other aliens. It’s so sad I could cry. And all of that just because I trusted a human named Cain Johnstone, a filthy piece of shit.

He stole my spaceship, the Freyeon, and I will find him and make sure that he thoroughly regrets what he did before I kill him.

I almost crush my glass in my hand and can feel the protective spikes that are covering my shoulders and my neck pushing against my skin. I’m so angry that I’m just a heartbeat away from slipping into battle mode.

Instead, I snarl at the barkeeper because he takes too long to refill my glass. When he does, I reach back to pull a credit from my back pocket and touch something soft.

I grab it without thinking and turn around on the barstool I’m sitting on. I’m holding a dainty hand with five pink fingers. At the other end is a human female smiling at me.

"Whoops," she chirps. "Thanks for catching me. I lost my footing there for a second."

With a grunt, I let go of her arm and eye the backpack next to my feet. Right now, it contains all my belongings, and I don’t feel like getting robbed twice on the same standard day by ah’tze humans.

As I turn back toward my drink, dragging my backpack closer to me with my right foot, I feel her hand trailing my back.

"Need some company, big guy?" She slides on the stool next to me and pushes her pink hair back. It’s an unusual color for a human, and I’m sure it’s fake like the black makeup covering the upper half of her face. It looks more like a disguise and less like an attempt to make herself prettier. Her eyes are bright green, and she’s painted her lips red. Maybe she’s a pleasure companion looking to make some extra credits. She’s sporting a nice rack and has a decent-looking ass, but since she’s human, I’m not interested.

"No," I growl and motion for her to leave. I’m not in the mood for company at all, let alone human company.

"You sure?" Her fingers graze my arm, and she gives my biceps a squeeze before biting her lip.

It’s just an act, and I don’t like it. I take her hand and pluck it from my arm. "I’m sure. Now leave." I’m just a heartbeat away from baring my teeth at her. All I want is to wallow in self-pity and get drunk over losing the Freyeon before catching my ride off this space station. I have a buddy on Terridine who can help me retrieve my spaceship, so that is where I’ll be going.

"Geez." She sighs and climbs down the stool. "There’s someone in a sour mood."

I ignore her and chuck down the next glass. She finally leaves, muttering some curses under her breath.

When I decide that I have enough time for one final drink, I reach back to grab the necessary credit from my pocket but come up empty.

My heart beating like a drum, I stand up and feel again. The back pocket of my cargo pants is empty. The remaining credits and my comm device are gone.

I just need a second to figure out who the thief was. My low growl makes the barkeeper stumble back a few steps before he stares submissively to the ground.

I sniff my arm where the human touched me as a distraction—that, I’m sure of now. There’s a faint trace of a sweet smell, light and very, very female.

I shift into battle mode to heighten my senses and hear the barkeeper gasp as the protective spikes push through my skin and my claws extract. My eyes are glowing, and I can differentiate the stench inside the apivak.

There’s a trace of the human female, and after grabbing my backpack, I start walking. Heavens. How I hate ah’tze humans.

2

MAGGIE

With a sigh, I slump down on one of the seats in the last row of the damned transport shuttle. I hate transport shuttles, and I hate it even more that I had to steal in order to pay for the ticket. Thanks, big brother. Really, thank you so much.

My brother dumped me on Leto 5 a couple of days ago because he had, as he put it, a great business opportunity. Apparently, my stupid brother found some alien who was actually willing to work with him. Instead of keeping the good thing going and finally being happy, my brother decided to screw the alien over by stealing his spaceship. And by him leaving Leto 5 in a hurry in a stolen aircraft, I got screwed over as well. I found a message on my comm device to meet my asshat of a brother on Jittania Prime six standard days from now.

Needless to say, my brother took all my credits to buy supplies before joining the alien on their mysterious mission.

I pawned my comm device and a pair of earrings I had bought sometime ago on New Choce, but I was still ten credits short to buy the shuttle ticket.

So I did what our father taught me and screwed over some poor alien in the apivak.

I try to fight the remorse as I take off the pink wig and stuff it into my bag, before I rub the horrible makeup off with the sleeve of my hoodie.

The doors of the shuttle open, and a group of teenage Queelers enters the vehicle. They occupy the front seats, and I pull the hood over my head and the sleeves over my hands. It’s not wise for a human female to travel alone, but thanks to my stupid brother, I don’t have much of a choice.

When the doors open again, two male Borals enter the small compartment, and suddenly, I have trouble breathing. I don’t like confined spaces, I don’t like traveling with strangers, and I’m basically defenseless. Yeah, no, I’m doing great.

I just pull the hood farther down and keep my head low. The journey to Jittania Prime isn’t that long, but I already feel like I’ve spent half my life in this shuttle. My heart is beating faster and faster while I try every mental trick I know to stay calm. I count my breath, then I try pushing my feet against the sticky floor to feel grounded before I give up and resort to just wishing for a miracle so that I can make it to Jittania Prime unharmed.

Maybe I’ll just pretend to sleep. Not that any of the other aliens care what I do at all. It could be worse. There could be Horgerians joining us. They are cannibalistic predators with a preference for human meat. They’re basically rapists who’ll eat you afterward.

I’ll probably kill my brother for doing this to me as soon as I find him.

Another swooshing sound announces that the doors are opening again, and I peek up from under my hood as I pray that the new passenger isn’t a Horgerian.

It’s not.

Instead, it’s the guy I just robbed at the apivak, and he looks pissed. I mean, he was already a pretty impressive muscular guy just sitting on his stool, but now he looks like a deadly weapon. I picked the wrong guy to rob. The realization washes over me like a bucket of ice water.

He’s at least seven feet tall, maybe even eight feet. Probably eight now that I’m getting a good look at him. His neck and shoulders weren’t covered with spikes when I talked to him and took his credits, but then again, he also didn’t have glowing eyes and sharp claws. Only his pissed facial expression is basically the same.

"Out," he growls, and the sound of his angry voice makes the hairs on my arms stand. I shuffle to get to my feet and pull the hood lower, hunching my shoulders to look as tiny and harmless as possible.

The Borals just stare at him until he balls his fists and roars, "Out!"

Everyone gets up, and they’re all closer to the door than me because stupid me decided it would be a good idea to hide in the corner farthest from the door. It was definitely not a good idea.

All the other aliens are getting out as I approach the door, staring at the floor, barely able to breathe. I’m scared because I don’t want him to find out that I took his credits and the comm device. Maybe he’ll be fooled by the fact that I wore a wig.

I can already see the docking bay through the opened doors when the alien pushes the button to close said doors.

"You," he snarls and points at me with his sharply clawed finger. "You stay."

"I’m sorry. There must be a misunderstanding."

He steps toward me, and before I have the chance to back away, he pulls my hood down. With narrow eyes, he picks up a strand of my hair and rubs it between his fingers. "I’m looking for a pink-haired thief. You don’t happen to know where she went, do you now, female?"

"No. I’m sorry." I want to hurry to the door, but his arm shoots out, and he props his hand against the wall, his outstretched arm blocking my way.

"That’s funny, because you know, that dirty little thief smelled exactly like you. But I guess I can at least be happy that you got rid of that ugly-ass makeup."

My heart leaps in my throat as he rips my bag from me and starts shuffling through my belongings. The first thing he pulls out is, in fact, the pink wig.

"What do we have here? Such a coincidence. Unbelievable."

"I’m sorry, okay? Do you want the remaining credits back? And your comm device?" I push my hand into the pocket of my pants as the alien all of a sudden grabs me by the throat and slams me with my back against the wall.

"You know what I want? To see the extinction of the ah’tze human race. You’re nothing but a bunch of filthy liars and thieves, taking whatever you want with no consideration or respect for others."

I can’t breathe as he’s restricting my airflow. "I’m sorry," I somehow manage to choke out those words.

"I don’t care. I think being robbed twice in one standard day by ah’tze humans is enough."