Backrooms Entity 999 Novels & Stories

My life with Liam used to be peaceful and happy until his childhood friend Eva came back. She was supposed to be another Alpha's Luna from a different pack, and we were supposed to have nothing to do with each other. But not long ago, her Alpha died in a pack war. She returned to the pack and forced her way into our lives under the Beta title Liam had granted her as an exception. At first, Liam showed no particular reaction to her arrival. Or at least it seemed that way on the surface. Until the two of them started spending more time together over pack matters. Until Liam became a rare presence at night. Until after Liam found out I was pregnant and gave me that so-called prenatal medicine.

I ran into Clara Winslow again on my way out of the tarot studio. Her gaze paused on my swollen eyes for a couple of seconds before she looked away, her expression as calm as ever. Lylia Moss, who was standing beside her, was the one who broke the awkward silence. "Mr. Quinn, are you heading back?" My throat was still raw from crying, and it hurt too much to speak, so I merely nodded. Then, I walked to the ticket counter, planning to take the cable car down the mountain.

"The night before our ninety-eighth engagement. You took me out to see a movie. On the way there, a car hit me. The driver fled the scene. They never found him." "I was in the ICU. The only thing keeping me alive was the idea that I couldn't die before our engagement. I lay there and told myself, over and over: I will not die the night before Julian's engagement." "I got lucky. The doctor told me the deepest cut was a centimeter from my heart. Another centimeter and I would be gone." "I held your hand afterward and told you it had to be a sign, a blessing for both of us." Julian closed his eyes. Two streams of tears ran from the corners of his eyes back into his hair and down into the pillow

The entries read, "Mom and Dad came back from their business trip and bought me and Annie new clothes, but they got my size wrong. It was too small. My arms and legs were sticking out, and all my classmates laughed at me. I felt so sad." "Today is our birthday. Mom and Dad sent me to the flower shop to get the flowers, but they forgot I was allergic to lilies. My whole body turned red and broke out in rashes. It was so uncomfortable." "Annie's birthday cake is delicious, but why do they always forget that it's also my birthday too? I even reminded them the day before. I'm so upset." In the dream, the journal wasn't just filled with whole numbers. There were many decimals in between. And in t

I kept muttering, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, Mom…" Rina followed close behind me, and she frowned before she got near me. "You're crazy, Micah. How can you do something so embarrassing in public? Do you really think I will allow you to continue doing whatever you want?" However, Rina suddenly stopped in her tracks when she saw the face of the person in my arms. She turned pale as she backed away and said in a quivering voice, "No, this isn't possible. Is your mother really dead? Why does that body look exactly like her?"

After Melody cheated and returned to the family, I started posting online every day. [Is cheating addictive?] [Just how thrilling is cheating, really?] [When a woman cheats, does she feel worse for her kids or her lover?] … I tagged her school in every post, making sure each one appeared right in front of her students, her colleagues, and even her lover. Everyone told me to stop making such an ugly scene and be the bigger person. Only Melody stood up for me. "I'm the one who did something wrong. It's only fair to let Tony vent a little." That lasted until my 99th post. Then Melody stormed in as if she'd lost her mind and smashed my computer. "Anthony, are you ever going to stop? I alr

I had bought a very specific piece of intelligence from a corrupt Council Clerk before the storm hit. "There is no need to draw your weapons, Officer," I said, my voice smooth, cold, and entirely level. I didn't step back. Instead, I leaned slightly forward, locking my eyes onto the lead guard’s identification badge. Commander Zack. "The machine didn't fail," I whispered, keeping my tone low enough that only a werewolf’s enhanced hearing could catch it over the wind. "The identity bound to Mask 99 is under an absolute proxy seal by the Northern High Vault. If you force a hard reset on that console, the biometric lock will flag this entire sector as a security breach. And I don't think your c

Because suddenly— the narrative Cross built around emotional detachment was collapsing right in front of them. And they couldn’t control it anymore. Emergency lights continued failing across the chamber. Darkness spread deeper through Sector Nine. Then suddenly— Lyra’s expression changed sharply. “What?” She pointed toward the archive vault below. “The backup extraction system.” Everyone looked instantly. A secondary server core was activating beneath the main chamber floor. The upload percentage started moving again. 99%. Daniel stared in horror. “WHY DOES THIS PLACE HAVE SO MANY BACKUPS?!”

He positioned himself behind her, his hand moving to the small, tight, unblemished entrance of her virgin asshole. "Ninety-nine positions," he whispered, his voice a dark, lethal threat against her ear. "But this is the only one that matters. I’m going to put you in ninety-nine positions, Jessie. I’m going to break you in so thoroughly that every time you sit in a chair, you’ll feel my cock ghosting inside you." He teased the entrance, pressing the blunt, thick head of his cock against the puckered, tight ring of muscle. He knew it was her first time, and he didn't care about the pain. He wanted the friction. He wanted the total, invasive claim.

Fragments. Moments. Mara saw the penthouse office. The night she had almost died. The collapsing system core. Ethan carrying her body in blood-soaked silence. Noah screaming over failing architecture. Security footage. Medical monitors. Residual neural recordings. Core-pulse maps. A hundred broken pieces of the end. The girl stood in the middle of all of it. “I was not alive when the Entity still ruled,” she said. “I was architecture then. A recursion loop. Adaptive residue. A continuity instinct embedded in collapsing intelligence.”