Booker Bioshock Infinite Novels & Stories

"Then he better start talking." "Even if I wanted to tell you, I cannot. It is biometric. Requires my fingerprint. My retinal scan. My voice print. All three." Victor laughed despite the pain. "You can torture me all you want. But unless I am alive and conscious and willing, you cannot access those files." Castellano lowered his gun. "Interesting. So I need you alive. Cooperating. Giving me access voluntarily." "Which I will never do." "We will see." Castellano turned to his guards. "Bring in the leverage."

And like that, we were in front of my quarters at the east end of the long walkway. “Let’s get in,” he said. “Wow, a huge flat screen television, and is that a game console?” he asked, with a hint of excitement. “Yeah, it is a Playbox series R pro infinity edition” “What the heck is that!? What type of naming sense is that?” he replied, laughing hysterically. “Okay now, let’s get to class”. Then he said; “System, take us to the realm of infinity.”

HUNTER’s POV We all turned to Brock who stood and brought back a huge book with ancient markings on it. Where did he even get that from? Dropping the book on the table, everyone sitting around it either coughed or pinched their nose as dust blasted through the air around us. “Oops, sorry,” Brock uttered as he opened the book. He flips through the pages until he stopped and looked like he found what he was searching for. “Oh, here it is,” he says and points at a passage on the book.

She dropped her arms from his neck and practically jumped from his lap. Liv felt a panic welling up in her chest. What in the world? Was I actually in his lap running my tongue down his neck? OMG! What's happening to me? Brodi sighed heavily and scrubbed at his beard in frustration. Dritt! Brothers! He worked to make his voice sound as calm and normal as possible, but he could still hear the guttural tones of his very unhappy wolf coming through. "Gunnar, this is Liv Fenrir. She's the new State Wildlife Biologist. Liv, this is my youngest brother, Gunnar."

“Happy? You honestly call being someone’s brainless biker bitch happy? Wake up from this crazy dream, Tessa. The man is just using your innocence. The exact second the novelty of your face wears off, he will toss your body aside like absolute trash in the dirt. And then what are you going to do? You will have absolutely nothing left to your name. No career, no future, and no self-respect.” The cruel words cut incredibly deep into my heart. For a brief, terrifying moment, all of my old, dark insecurities came rushing back into my mind like a violent flood—the deep fear that I truly did not belong in the outlaw world, the constant worry that I was nothing but a temporary, wild obsession for a

“Papa’s… rich boy?!” “Since you practically kill everything with only one shot you wouldn’t have even explored the arena. See here…” says Akihiko and moves his character to the position he was showing and continues, “There’s a bug here right next to this rock and makes you invincible if you phase through it. Even though you saw me doing the glitch why didn’t you try doing it too? You just spammed your one-shot blaster at the start of every single match and didn’t even play strategically.” “You’re q-quite knowledgeable human. Would you perhaps want to fight me once again?”

"Now it's your turn, you worm! I'll make sure you turn into the cheapest protein powder ever!" Bima gripped his backpack. A flare gun. Only one round left. He had to be precise. He stared at Kevin, who stood arrogantly atop the barricade. Beside Kevin, the 'Carbohydrate Frequency Booster System' (CFBS) device continued to blink, emitting waves that drew in Sucrose Zombies. "Kevin, you won't win!" Bima growled, his voice trembling with rage and pain. "Oh yeah? What are you going to do, Mr. Eternal Bachelor?" Kevin mocked, his smirk returning.

​The darkness in the Brooklyn bookstore wasn’t the absence of light; it was the absence of data. ​When the EMP pulse had ripped through the block, it had severed the tether between the bio-synthetic "Nora" and the servers that sustained her consciousness. The silence was absolute. Julian Vane IV stood in the shadows, his melted phone dripping plastic onto his leather shoes, staring at the woman on the floor. For a man who viewed life as an asset, he was witnessing the ultimate bankruptcy.

Grabbing another bottle he gulped looking away. A few minutes passed before the door burst open and Lennox stepped in. Grimacing at the sight of both the idiots. "One of Alonso's men just got his consciousness," Lennox said and their ears perked up. Within seconds Hunter was on his feet stumbling a little because of all the alcohol in his system before stepping out of there. Agatha stood outside the warehouse staring stoically at Hunter. She has opened a portal for them.

We both sat beside the woman who had just said the word mate. "Welcome, dear," she whispered. At that moment, a man came forward to pour a red liquid into the goblet in front of Zarchios. The liquid had that familiar metallic smell. It was blood. I closed my eyes, trying my best to act like I didn't see anything. But deep down, my heart was beating like hell itself. "Firstly," the old man said, "welcome, dear." He smiled. I smiled back at him. "Thank you," I said, my voice already trembling.