Backrooms Entity 999 Novels & Stories

Goosebumps rise on my skin as Eren begins caressing my legs while his lips trail from my earlobe down to my neck. But then his phone suddenly rings. I snap back to reality, my cheeks start burning. D-did that just happened? Eren immediately steps back, groaning. "Damn, cockblocker." He huffs, taking out his phone from his pocket. Without losing any seconds, I close my legs, squeezing them together tightly. I blankly stare at them, unable to look at Eren's face. My hands clench the counter as I attempt to keep control of my nerves. But it's not working. I want more, I want to feel his soft lips all over my body, kissing me, sucking me, teasing me... God. Admitting it to myself makes me feel d

The door to my room was suddenly pushed open without warning. My brother, Adrian Hoffman, walked in and scoffed when he saw me staring blankly at my diary. "Aren't you a little too old to be writing a diary?" Normally, I would have argued back. But this time, I didn't even lift my head or respond. Seeing my lack of reaction, he grew irritated and ran his hand through his hair before snatching my diary to take a look. On it was a single number—99.

die here. I gritted my teeth, using my last ounce of strength to drag my body toward the heavy silver door. My fingers were charred black, my nails peeling away from the raw flesh beneath. A trail of blood and pus marked my agonizing path. But I kept knocking. Once. Then again. "Help... me..." My voice was a hoarse rasp, like the death rattle of a wild animal. But outside the door, there was only silence. After what felt like an eternity, I heard a familiar voice.

For some reason, my whole body had lost every single strength in it, and I could not push myself up from the floor. I began to crawl backwards, as my eyes could not shit away from the entity in front of me. It was not that I could not look away from it, but I feared that if I did, I would be dead in an instant. As I kept crawling backwards in a pathetic attempt to escape the entity, my back suddenly hit a wall.

"Graves wasn't burying her life. He's financing the program that's doing this." Asher's jaw tightened. "You're sure?" Damien snapped a hazy picture—Graves, lab jacket, behind a partition of glass, Cassandra in the background. Asher's hands stirred. "Then we incinerate him first." They didn't sleep that night. They rebuilt. Reloaded. Recalibrated. Asher hacked into an Emberlight subnetwork, tracing shuttles left Facility Delta-9 in the last two months. There was one hit. "Transport TH-990, encrypted, doubled back, final destination: coordinates cleaned," Asher explained to him.

The morning sun penetrated through the curtain, and the room was filled with light. Cassandra rolled on the bed as the unfamiliar soft bedding wrapped her skin. A groan escaped her lips as the hangover of last night set in, the unfamiliar scent, the unfamiliar room, and the unfamiliar presence of a man.

As the motorcycle tore out into the street, his figure shrank in the rearview mirror until it was nothing but a speck, and then vanished completely. 18 years of protecting him had gotten me nothing but a knife driven straight into my back, and I had absolutely no use for his belated affection.

Before she could relish the feeling of being alive, a flash of memories came through her mind, making her feel like her head was going to burst. "Are you okay? Are you hurting somewhere?" the man stood up in a panic, looking aggrieved when he saw her pained face. Tang Yazhu then realized that the gush of memories running around in her brain were images of memories that did not belong to her. Though, she clearly understood that these flashes of memories belonged to the previous owner of the body. Since she now possessed the memories of the previous owner, it seemed that she had successfully managed to possess a human body now.

"Rowena, I don't agree to sever the mate bond! If you don't like Lyralei, I'll send her away immediately! If you don't want those pups, I can place them with another pack! Rowena, come out! I'll do whatever you want!" He reached through the mind link again and again. There was still no response. It was as if she had vanished completely. Sudden realization struck him. Garrick grabbed his phone and removed her from the blacklist. The call still would not go through. Again and again, he heard nothing but dead silence.

At some point, the lipstick stains on his collars, the strawberry hair clips in his suit pockets, and the stray hairs in his folders started making me jump. Last night, he asked why I was getting harder and harder to please. However, he’d forgotten that I used to be a girl who could be won over with a single sweet. When the food came, a young waitress lost her grip on a tray and accidentally spilled hot soup onto my leg. I yelped and jumped up. Sean rushed to steady the waitress, his eyes unconsciously revealing his worry for her. My dress today was light and thin. Within moments, white steam rose from my thigh, the skin already stinging in a cluster of tiny burning spots.