Chain Novel Novels & Stories

I spoke to my people, “I’ll need three of you running the perimeter and two scouting the nearby woods with Cole. Report back anything unusual.” Yes, Chief. They all responded in unison through our telepathic bond. “I think with all this protection out here, the two of us would be able to handle the inside of the place alone. Come with me.” Nicolai gestured that I follow him. Hesitant for a moment, not wanting to anger him. I simply nodded and followed him into the colossal entryway. Greeting us with a thousand sparkling faces was a grand chandelier that hung directly overhead, the Grandeur staircase a picture of perfection just behind it.

"Commercial airports and international train terminals are entirely out of the question. Border security biometrics will flag Chloe’s retinas the second she steps in front of a scanner." "We do not need commercial transport," Chloe interjected smoothly. She walked back to the sleek laptop, opening it and booting up a highly encrypted, decentralized communication node. "I may have burned the Vanguard accounts and the Apex billions, but I did not leave us completely destitute," Chloe explained, her fingers flying across the keys. "Before Liam sold me to the triad ten years ago, I buried a series of dormant ghost nodes in the deep web. They are micro-ledgers, completely disconnected from the ma

“The files are hidden there.” Michael raised an eyebrow. “A church?” Carter smirked. “Even criminals need a place to confess.” I didn’t laugh. I had a bad feeling about this. The cathedral was empty when we arrived. Dust filled the air, sunlight streaming through the broken stained-glass windows. Carter led us toward the altar. “There’s a compartment under the floor,” he muttered, kneeling. He pried up a loose wooden panel. And there it was. A small black case.

It was not a garment. But Eliana held on. She held on because she was not alone. "Eva," she gasped, her voice barely audible beneath the crushing weight. "Now. Please. Now." Eva stepped forward, and in her hands she held the clasp. It was the final piece of the Chain, the mechanism that joined beginning to end, that closed the circle, that completed the transaction. Without it, the Chain was an open loop, a ledger without a total, a debt without a deadline. With it, the exchange became irrevocable.

A lump formed in my throat, choking off my words. I forced a small smile. "I know." That was all I could manage to say. He frowned and gently brushed his fingers over the stitches. "Does it hurt?" he asked. "You've always had a low pain tolerance." My nose stung. I took a deep, shaky breath, fighting back the wave of emotion. "I'm fine." The words were a struggle to get out. "I'll give you the Moonlight Gem necklace again at the ceremony. We'll do it right, then."

Maybe she went to Pineyard," Aron suggested. "No, there was no fuel in the trunk, and she has no money," Chelsea replied. Ezra looked up at her and asked, "What kind of fight did you have?" Chelsea was quiet. "Is it a fight that she just went to cool off?" "Liam bought baby things, which she refused, but I accepted because she was being lazy and lying on the couch." Chelsea tried to speak but was cut short when Ezra tried to run the wheelchair at her. Chelsea quickly ran behind Aron.

called a middle aged man bumbling after him from the Conference room. "Mm hmm." answered the man. His name was Charles McAllister, CEO and Chairman of the McAllister Group. A rapidly growing construction group that was about to enter the Fortune 500, despite only being formed three years ago. Charles himself had already appeared on the Editorial Eagles a couple of years back, and now was set to be on the cover of the New York Times Magazine and also featured on Forbes Under 30 billionaires. The middle-aged man was the Chief Account for the McAllister group, and their meeting had concerned the company's offshore accounts. They were about to accept an extensive project from the Spanish governm

“And maybe she needs more than your chains to feel it.” The corridors of the Alpha quarters were quiet, too quiet. Silver lay awake on her bed, staring at the carved ceiling beams, her chest tightening with every whisper that seemed to slither into her mind. At first, she thought it was just her imagination, her insecurities gnawing at her like they always did. A wolf without a wolf. A broken mate. A liability. But tonight, the whispers felt… alive. “You hear them too, don’t you?” she murmured to herself, curling her knees to her chest.

he said. Emma pulled the second chair closer. “Start with the most urgent items. Do not show us everything, only the parts that tell us what is coming next.” Nathan opened a folder named ECHO and clicked on a file. “There are three things here,” he said. “First, there is a shell chain that Rafael uses for fast money shifts. ‘Doppler Holdings’ feeds ‘Kite Lane,’ which then feeds a fund in Zurich. The dates match spikes in rumors. Whenever the press runs a story, he transfers cash to certain companies.”

Chains: I got up this morning and got ready for my day but didn't know what I was doing anymore. Everyday it is the exact same thing everyday I get up take a shower and go to the diner to see her after that I head to the club. Nobody knows how I feel about her hell I don't even think she knows. I spend most of my time sitting at a booth watching her from afar. I always get put in her section and I just order my food that is it. There is no small talk because I'm afraid if I put myself out there I won't survive being hurt again. To put it mildly I'm terrified of her rejecting me.