Novel & Cerita Dead Man Switch Novel

I heard one of the men say, and my eyes widened in shock. At this moment of shock, I almost let out a gasp, but I was quick to cover my mouth, preventing any sound from making its way out of it. "I also wish we didn’t have to buy it, but we have been paid for it. Dawn had given us money to kill him and make sure no one knows where he is, so here it is, we have to kill him," they said, and I clenched my fists at the mention of Dawn’s name, she had to be the most heartless woman in the world because how could she even want to kill the alpha? What had he done to her?

Somewhere in the villa, in the security room, Zade was watching that. The thought made me feel powerful. Desired. I opened the book and started reading. The novel was well-written, the kind that didn't shy away from explicit content but wove it into an actual story. A romance between a woman and her bodyguard—how apropos—with plenty of tension and heat. I read through the setup, the growing attraction, the charged moments. Then I hit the first sex scene. And despite having spent last night being thoroughly ravished, despite my body still carrying the evidence of Zade's passion—I felt my arousal building as I read.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

"Calm down. Even the nurse said you gave birth to a girl. What else is there to doubt?" Mom stared straight at him. "Do you not believe me either? Don't you remember what happened in our previous life? That jinx killed our daughter!" Dad's expression shifted slightly. They'd had a poor-quality embryo during a previous pregnancy and were forced to abort it. If the one who survived in their previous life was their son, then this time... He lowered his head to look at Juliette. If the one who died in their past life was their daughter, who exactly was this girl who survived?

He was strong, and there was no resisting, even if I could. As we moved through the door, I turned back and stared in wide-eyed horror. The walls were dripping with red. Marcy, Damon, Murphy, Dr. Alma, and Ian were sprawled out on the floor. Their eyes were empty as blood pooled beneath them. A scream built in my chest, but it wouldn’t come out. The world fell from beneath me as I tried to understand, to process what was going on, that they were all dead. Pain in my arm brought my attention back to the man who just last night was a dream come true. Now he seemed to be a thing made of nightmares.

one. Deborah was in her room at the time, sitting cross-legged on the bed, reading a book. Suddenly she looked up to the window, feeling someone's eyes on her. A shiver ran down Deborah's body, but she saw no one, only the branch of the tree that lightly touched the window frame swayed steadily. She got up from the bed and walked over to the window. Deborah looked outside to be sure no one is there and closed it with a slight thud, but then she felt watched again. Deborah turned in opposite direction slowly, but saw no one. Suddenly Salvadore fell from the ceiling and immediately straightened, standing on his feet. A soft groan escaped from Deborah's chest at the sight. - I see that you miss

Can he erase being the first monster who touched her that night? No. “Can you pay Lucy Roshid,” I ask darkly, “for shoving your disgusting cock inside her the way you did that first night?” His face twists in confusion. “Lucy Roshid? I don’t know any…” “Salt.” The word slices through the room. “The girl you knew as Salt at Davenport.” Recognition slams into his face. Then horror. Pure, naked horror. “P...Please…” I don’t hesitate. Not for even a second. I raise the silencer. Aim straight for his chest.

The System was silent for a long while before it finally spoke. "Host, if you die at the hands of any of the female leads, I'll allow you to see your family from your original world again." Hearing that, I abruptly sat up. I would get to see my parents again? I immediately started thinking about whom to choose to kill me. At that moment, the door opened, and my older sister, Leslie Jackman, stormed toward me with a dark expression. "Noah Jackman, who are you here with?" Fury radiated from Leslie in waves as she started to turn the room upside down in her search for someone. She didn't even forget to check under the bed and in the closet.

"Exactly. Which is why I never intended to release them." I flip to the next page. The timer settings. "Then explain why the Dead Man's Switch was set to activate upon YOUR removal from the board. Not upon Sterling's threat. Upon YOUR removal." Silence. The hum of the lights seems to get louder. Gabriel’s composure cracks, a fissure appearing in the stone wall. "I needed contingency plans. For multiple scenarios." "You needed to ensure that if I ever seized control, you could destroy the one thing I have left of my father. His integrity."

That was why no one ever guarded against Marco, and because of his flawless imitation, almost no one noticed anything wrong. He paid off his gambling debts quickly and thought he could live freely after that, until he discovered the Godfather had installed a dead man’s switch—an encrypted server containing the Costello family’s core secrets. If the password wasn’t reset within five days, the server would automatically send all the data to a designated recipient.