Cause Unknown Novels & Stories

I turned toward it. “A what?” “A retained pattern,” it clarified. “Derived from its existence.” Arden frowned. “So it’s like… an imprint?” “Yes.” Cassius blinked. “You’re telling me that thing left a ghost behind?” I didn’t like that word. But it wasn’t wrong. “It’s not active,” Dominic said. “But it’s not random either.” Kane looked at me. “Risk level?” I considered it. Carefully. “Unknown.” That answer didn’t sit well with anyone.

I was raised in a decent family. I was adopted as a baby so I never knew who my biological parents were, not that it mattered. My mom and dad never made me want to reach out. It didn't matter that I wasn't theirs by blood. I have been going a bit crazy lately. I've been hearing this voice. I can't tell anyone about it because I don't want to be looked at weird. I am hoping it's just a phase. It says it's name is Ethan. It doesn't talk a lot, but usually when I'm upset or stressed, it starts. It keeps telling me stuff about 'the change', whatever that means.

Rain lashed the glass, the world holding its breath. He closed his eyes. “Georgia,” he said softly. “Wait for me.” But as he reached for the door to leave, his phone buzzed with a single message from an unknown number: “Too late. She’s gone.” His grip tightened until the screen cracked. “No,” he whispered, a tremble of rage and fear clashing in his chest. “Not again.” And the storm took the house whole.

' she whispers as she kept on wiping her tears. It makes her sad but all she can do is nothing but to keep quiet, enough of the argument. She's tired of having an argument with him. She was worried about her exam for tomorrow. She still can't review although she calm down a bit yet her nerves still on the same position, still on shock that's why she can't still breathe normally. Grace has an aneurysm, which she inherits on her father's side. Her grandfather died on this kind of disease, which consisted of life threatening condition, if neglected.

Just as she began to find some solace in the stillness, her phone buzzed with an incoming call from an unknown number. With trepidation, she answered, “Hello?” The voice on the other end was shaky, barely a whisper. “Marianne? It’s… it’s Lucy.” Her heart raced. Lucy was an old friend, someone she hadn’t spoken to in years. “Lucy? What’s going on?" she said shaking. "Greg did something very bad and I'm afraid your unborn baby is involved in it", she just let it out. Marianne was afraid to ask any further questions but if it involved her baby then definitely had to know, but what could it have been that Lucy couldn't wait till morning or till she saw Marianne face to face?

"How could he just turn up as if nothing happened Katy! he was also wounded all over! this is ridiculous, we were all worried sick about that brainless idiot!" "Calm down Victor, I'm pretty sure he has reasons, but..... it is quite hard to take in, he goes away for years and just turns up...." Katy was trying her best to coax Victor, but even she couldn't control her disappointment. "Guys, please don't hurt him in your anger, I think he might have reasons which are quite hard to explain, just like how you guys have been hesitant to tell me about my own disappearance, don't you think so? also, he didn't seem alright.." I couldn't bring myself to tell them that I had noticed a strange sadness

But now, every day she stayed under, every breath she took hooked up to machines, made my skin crawl. Something wasn’t right. I’d had every test run. Every toxin screened. Every doctor vetted. I even brought in specialists from across the country. Nothing. No poison. No brain trauma. No stroke. No allergic reaction. Just… silence. A coma with no cause. No. There are no mysteries in this world—just truths that haven’t been uncovered yet.

Dejected, I went back home, only to realize that he blocked my number and all my socials. As I stood on the balcony, I simply could not understand why things had changed so suddenly. But I had a feeling that something was controlling me, though I had no clue what it was. …Until I saw my uncle uploading a video of him buying a luxury car in the family group. Gary Thompson, my uncle, and his entire family were deadbeats. They had no money and usually had to borrow money from their relatives. How could he possibly have any money to buy a luxury car?!

I knew she had blood in her cough the last time I was home. The doctors have never been able to figure out exactly what’s wrong with her. She fell ill after a business trip about four years ago, and she’s been absolutely suffering ever since. I knew for a fact if she didn’t have me to live for she’d have ended things long ago. She was just wasting away but holding on … for me.

“It was copied.” Marcus’s voice became sharp. “Where?” The analyst typed quickly. Then stopped. His face turned pale. Marcus saw the expression. “Tell me.” The analyst slowly looked up. “It wasn’t sent to a server.” Adrian leaned closer. “Then where?” The analyst’s voice dropped to a whisper. “It was sent to a device.” Marcus frowned. “What device?” The analyst turned the screen toward them. A single device ID appeared on the monitor. Unknown, unregistered, completely hidden from normal systems.