Post-apocalyptic System Web Novels & Stories

“Should I just burn this house down with them?” I mumbled, watching my boyfriend getting fucked. The shrill ring of my phone shattered the moment as they sprang apart, their eyes widening at the sight of me. “Shit” I cursed, “hold on” I smiled at them, picking up the call “hello! Not a good day to you. I’m at priest Paul’s house whoever you may be, please let me call you back” I rushed, ending the call without waiting for a reply. “W what are you doing here? How?” I gesture towards the opened door, “you should have made sure the door was looked before… you know, all this. Fathers. It was quite pathetic to watch two old priests groan horribly, especially with no popcorn for me to crunch.” I forced a smile on. “But I’m sorry for bursting in unannounced though, so you should continue. Keep it going zaddy, I mean b!tches. Don’t stop” I winked, walking towards the door. Amelia walked in on her boyfriend getting fucked and instead of karma to have them stricken, it decides to play a game on her instead. “How the hell am I supposed to save a tyrant as a owl? Can’t I at-least be a Tyrannosaurus?”

In her past life, Aria was butchered by her sister-in-law and her husband Ethan, died freezing at -40⁰C outside her husband’s luxury villa. In her dying moment she learns the heartbreaking truth: the "sick child" Aria had slaved five years to pay medical bills for was actually Ethan and Anna’s secret illegitimate son—and her own baby had died at birth due to their neglect. Then, Aria wakes up. It is sixty days before the eternal frost hits. Armed with an “Apocalypse Hoarding System” and an infinite spatial storage pocket, Aria plays the meek, grieving wife while secretly stripping Ethan’s family bare. She liquidates her mother's multi-million estate, hires an elite military commander to build a fortress-bunker, and buys out entire fuel depots, pharmaceutical vaults, and grain silos. When the temperature plummets and humanity freezes in the streets, Ethan and his mistress crawl to her blast doors, begging for scraps. Inside, Aria sips hot coffee in a tropical-grade sanctuary. Outside, the sub-zero wasteland is waiting to claim her betrayers.

Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead. She died screaming. Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again. "You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room. Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl. You'll always be nothing." Angela smiled, and it was the kind of smile that made Carmela's laughter die in her throat. "Ask me that again in sixty days." A stolen necklace that bends space. A billionaire who owes her everything. A dying investigator who sees through every lie she tells. And a ticking clock counting down to the end of civilization. Angela doesn't want to save the world. She wants to own what's left of it. The girl they used as bait is done being prey. She's the one setting the trap now.