Ara Hacker Novels & Stories

I don’t know why, but it seems weird to finally know their real names. “I am,” Hacker says. “We prefer you don’t use our names in our business dealings. It’s better for all parties if we can remain as anonymous as possible,” Hijack, aka Lane, says. “I understand,” I say, signing the agreement. “There’s a second one,” Hacker says, watching me carefully. I frown and look over the second document, then I look up at them. “You found the alliance agreement?” I ask. “We did. You’re going to want to sign that, trust me,” Hijack says.

Don smacked Dave across the face and growled at him. "Speak when spoken to!" I growled and Dave held a smirk on his face. "What the hell was that? Did I just hear a growl coming out of your mouth?" Jeremy looked terrified. "You want to know the truth!" He scrunched his eyebrows but nodded his head. "We're a supernatural creature known as wolves!" Helena smacked me and glared. "Don't sugarcoat it, Aaron!" Her voice dripped in sarcasm. I turned away and looked back at Jeremy who was trying to hold onto his laughter.

You know what they say about curiosity and the cat, so I ask, “ I’ve never heard y’all use these nicknames. Jase is Alpha. Ran is Oscar. Lock is Hotel.” “I’m Sierra and Wes is Charlie. Unjumble the codes, baby. What does it spell?” Arson is the one to answer me. I think about it for a minute. If I go military code, each word is a letter, and those letters spell C.H.A.O.S. Weston Chancler is Charlie. Lachlan Hartley is Hotel. Jase Alto is Alpha. Ransom Oaks is Oscar. Arson Skaggs is Sierra. Wow, talk about a double-connotation acronym.

The attack was led by a mysterious hacker who didn’t state their motives nor did they take information or offer them up on the black market. You see, it was through one of your developers that I discovered that Mark wasn’t making me work for the companies but against them. So as soon as I hacked into W Tech, I closed the laptop and stopped everything. It didn’t take me long to realize that Maria was related to the company and I contacted them admitting to everything and offering to help the company. To be honest, perhaps I just needed some human contact. I could have just fixed everything without contacting them. But I’m glad I did. Your parents are great people. They saved me. If they weren

"Do you think you would've recognized him if you saw him?" Ara shook her head. "I'm unsure. Why am I here? This is clearly a psychiatric intensive-care unit. Am I mad? Have I hurt anyone?" Karee finally met her eye. "For your own good I think it's best I speak with your family first. Can you help me contact them?" "Sure," Ara replied. "BRAN, she's not well," Karee Deusdado said to Bran Quejado, her former university classmate in college who is a detective now. He's the top agent of the team deployed to raid the Hildred's human trafficking.

Now, it’s a good thing that we are all single and free from guys who will just gonna caused us pain. Tomorrow, this will reach tons of views, with Ara who has a lot of connections specially hackers. She was a gamer and she was literally addicted to computers so she spent her high school with gaming and exploring the web. It might not eb obvious to her, but she is a pro of computers. She’s sweet looking but surprisingly, who would have thought that she has this talent with computers. Hailee, she’s the bad bitch and spoiled brat. She always finds trouble with those wicked bitches out there who would try to fight with us. She never let a simple argument to slip and she make sure that at the end

Apollo said as he grabbed Damon and pulled him into a hug. "Correction, you've been worried sick. Racing like a mother waiting for her child to return home while we have all been working on a new way to track down the ring." Drabek chimed in, earning a punch in the arm from Apollo. "Shut up, Bek." "Well, we don't have to worry about that now because when we escaped the nightmares, we encountered Virginia Ghaustly, who informed me of who Alora really is." A few of them cursed, exchanging curious glances with one another before glaring at me. But my eyes latched onto Garren's. His face didn't give anything away, but I knew he was waiting to see if I would rat him out to Damon and the others.

I said. "My goddess, what do you mean? I don't understand," she said in confusion. "I am also Ari, the daughter of your alpha. I lived among the mortals for some reasons I could not disclose," I said while transforming into my passive-aggressive form. "I am confused, my goddess. Isn't the alpha's child a male?" Jala asked while stumbling to the floor. I shook my head, reached out to her to help her stand, and answered, "I am an Immortal, causing me to have a different feature than a regular beastman. My father never denied that I am a female. The tribe just kept on forgetting it because of my appearance."

It made freed sirens in far‑off cities feel a fraction less alone. Aria had threaded her into the dark net like a ghost—enough presence that those looking for protection could find a path, not enough that anyone hunting for a target could easily follow. *Small note,* Aria said. *You’re also apparently a folk hero in three hacker forums and the subject of some very bad fanfiction. I’m sparing you the details.* “Appreciated,” Lys thought. On the edge of her vision, a small overlay ticked through Aria’s periodic scans:

A debt paid in ice cream, arguments, receipts, memory, and the stubborn fact that they had kept choosing each other. Jack closed his eyes and sent the only thing he could. Not a command. A moment. Haley holding the baby Utterance, terrified and glowing, whispering, Please do not explode until after I learn what babies eat. Inside the bathroom, Haley blinked. Katherine sent another. Haley hugging her after escaping the white room, pretending not to need it. Ben sent transaction logs of Haley's accidental profitable disasters. Aaliyah did not know them yet, but somewhere in New York, a twenty-three-year-old hacker watching the stream under three aliases suddenly typed in the chat: