Damn Vulnerable Web Application Novels & Stories

The pleasure it gave me to know I have so much power and dominance over souls like these. He struggle on his chair, humming and trying to speak. "Mmm. Mmm." He shakes his head continously. "So tell me. What should I do to him?" "Mmm. Mmm. Mmm." He shook his head, 'no'. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you." He put in more effort to speak through his sealed lips. "Pardon." I watch him try his best. His vulnerability makes me burst into laughter. The laughter that erupts through my lips, echoe in the dim room.

Something really dangerous. ____________________________________

dangerous. ...

*lays next to Lance* what's wrong, don't want to get married? *no...* Lance typed, though the word felt hollow even to himself. *then tell your parents, they will listen.* *they are not listening...* Lance began, and then, almost against his own will, the words kept coming, unraveling faster than he could stop them. *after that* — he could feel his hands trembling slightly as he typed, the old memory surfacing uninvited — *they are being very protective.* He didn't need to explain further. Van already knew. Van had always known, had been there through all of it, through every sleepless night and every flinch at raised voices that had nothing to do with him.

The taste of her own pussy made her moan softly. “Good girl,” Damon praised, voice rough with need. “Look at you. My perfect, fiery assistant, licking her cum off my fingers in a dirty alley.” He pulled his fingers free and wiped them on her thigh. “I’m sending you home in my car,” he said, already texting his driver. “But this isn’t over. Tomorrow at the office, you’re going to feel every second of what I just did to you.” Elena’s voice was shaky. “You’re insane.”

“They’ll probably make me relive it. I’m… I’d like to ask you to leave the room for that. Vulnerability isn’t my strong suit. We haven’t even been on a date yet. I don’t want to scare you away.” “You don’t have to worry about that,” Damian said, scooting towards her. “I’ve never been through an ordeal like yours, and I’ll never be able to understand what you’ve gone through. But, I’m not afraid of vulnerability. However, I won’t intrude on yours. If… that’s what you want. You need to heal in your own way. If that includes me, okay. If not, I understand.”

“You usually delete your ghosts” “I didn’t think you were still alive,” Damien replied evenly. “Alive and very, very expensive,” Maverick replied with a wink. “So tell me… how bad is it if you’re calling me?” Elena crossed her arms. “We want Viper’s network. The deep nodes. Ghost servers. Anything she’s still touching in the dark web”, Maverick’s brows shot up. “You don’t start there, darling. That’s endgame territory”, “This *is* endgame,” I said.

But invisibility had its advantages. That morning, while sorting files from a meeting Ethan had held with Armond Global's legal team, something strange appeared on my screen - a flicker, a line of code embedded in the folder's metadata. "V.17" My heart stopped. It wasn't random. Damian used that code when encrypting personal files - "V" for Vale, "17" for the security layer. But it was impossible. His system had been locked, his devices seized by investigators. Still, my fingers moved.

Even after panicking over the child, Sara still went straight back to work. That woman really never knew how to stop. A dangerous idea suddenly formed in my mind. “What about the company virus?” I asked casually while pouring myself a drink. The men exchanged glances. “It’s ready,” one of them answered carefully. “Once activated, it’ll corrupt the financial servers inside the app. Millions could disappear before they even realize what happened.” I smiled faintly while swirling the whiskey in my glass. Perfect. Not enough to destroy her completely. Just enough pressure to weaken her. To make her exhausted, distracted and vulnerable.