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Daniel Carter is an ordinary 16-year-old—or so he thought. When he moves to Igualada, Spain, to live with his uncle Mateo, he hopes for a fresh start: new school, new football team, and maybe even a chance at love. But his life takes a dangerous turn when he discovers he has a rare ability—the power to manipulate time perception.

As Daniel struggles to control his gift, he finds himself targeted by a secret organization that sees him as a threat. Meanwhile, he joins the Igualada junior football team, where his unpredictable powers interfere with his game, pushing him to the brink of exposure. With masked assassins on his trail, intense football tournaments to compete in, and the mysterious yet captivating Sofia capturing his heart, Daniel must learn to balance the life of a normal teenager with the deadly reality of his past.

Can he master his abilities before it’s too late? Or will the truth about his father’s past put everyone he loves in danger?

A thrilling mix of action, mystery, and romance, Daniel Carter: Time on the Run is a gripping coming-of-age story where every second counts.

Time on the Run

<p>Daniel sat at a small café in the heart of Igualada, tapping his fingers against his cup. Across from him, Sofia stirred her coffee, a small smirk on her lips. The evening air was crisp, and the soft hum of conversation surrounded them.</p>

"So, you're actually nervous," Sofia teased, raising an eyebrow.

Daniel chuckled, shaking his head. "Not nervous, just... I don't do this often."

"You mean going out for coffee or going out with a girl?"

Daniel glanced away, his grin betraying him. "Maybe both."

Sofia laughed, leaning back in her chair. "Relax, Danny. It's just coffee. Unless you want it to be something more?"

Daniel looked at her, trying to read if she was joking. There was always something unpredictable about Sofia—she was confident, skilled, and had a way of keeping him on his toes.

"Let's just start with coffee," he said finally, taking a sip.

A dark figure moved through the backstreets of Igualada, their steps silent as they approached a parked black sedan. Inside, a man sat in the driver's seat, tapping impatiently on the steering wheel.

The figure slipped into the passenger seat. His eyes gleamed under the dim streetlights—cold, calculating.

"He's getting stronger," the man said, voice low. "The boy. Carter."

The driver sighed. "We should've taken him out earlier."

The figure shook his head. "Not yet. Not until he knows what he really is. Then he'll be at his weakest."

The driver turned to him. "And if he figures it out before we act?"

The figure smiled, a chilling, confident grin. "Then we make sure he never gets the chance to use it."

The next morning, Daniel was back in training, pushing himself harder than ever. Coach Navarro had warned them about their upcoming match against CF Martorell Juvenil, a team known for their fast, aggressive playstyle.

"¡Dale, Carter!" One of his teammates, Álvaro, called out, watching as Daniel sprinted forward to receive a pass. Daniel had learned to understand certain Spanish phrases from his teammates, even if he couldn't speak the language fluently.

As Daniel moved with the ball, he felt something—a sudden shift in time. The field seemed to slow for a fraction of a second, his vision sharpening on the incoming defender. His body reacted before his mind did, shifting the ball just in time to avoid a heavy tackle.

"¡Qué jugador!" Another teammate, Marcos, clapped in approval.

Daniel exhaled, his heart pounding. That wasn't normal. His powers were getting stronger, showing up even when he wasn't trying to use them.

Coach Morales called him over. "Carter, you're improving, but stay focused. We need discipline against Martorell. Play smart, not just fast."

But as he jogged back onto the field, a nagging thought wouldn't leave his mind.

If his powers were getting stronger, was someone else watching?

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