Dead Man Switch Novel Novels & Stories

She was taken aback by his words and quietened but couldn’t help the shivers that ran down her spine. Wordlessly, the girl wrapped her arms around his neck and let him carry her to his bedroom. Once inside their master bedroom, his foot swiftly kicked the door shut, locking them in. Emma swallowed, feeling a sense of dread consuming her as he placed her on the edge of the bed and took off his shirt. Her fingers unconsciously clasped the fabric of her dress seeing him unbuckle his belt. Was he going to do it again? Emma stared at him, terrified, as he smothered the room in darkness before slipping into the sheets next to her. Her doubts and fears vanished the moment he engulfed her in his arm

It instantly flooded the corridor's narrow bandwidth, perfectly cloning and mimicking the exact frequency of the Old Man’s detonator, locking the C-4 receiver into a permanent, artificial loop of safety. On the detonator in her father's hand, the pulsing green light flatlined into a dead, solid red. The dead-man's switch was completely neutralized. It was now just a useless piece of plastic. The Old Man stared at the red light, his eyes widening in absolute, horrific realization. He opened his mouth to speak. He never got the chance.

My sight faded as if I was slipping into darkness, in that moment my clawing pain had yanked me back onto reality. Sophia moved closer, her lips at my ear. “You’re ours even in death.” She sat up straight and patted her blouse. "Finish him." She didn't wait and left the room. I had no one to beg. The man before me stepped forward and brought out a dagger from his pocket. He pressed a button, and the sharp knife appeared. My breathing slowed as the man came closer and placed the knife close to my neck. This was it. I closed my eyes and waited for the knife to slice my neck, but a gunshot rang out.

A man in an old Vairo uniform, scars across his face Lucien’s father’s right hand, rumored dead, deadlier than rumor. He smiles. White-haired, graying at the temples. He says: “Setting house alerts makes it too easy. I wanted you here.” Lucien levels his gun. “Who the hell are you?” Solene: “The ghost.” He smirks, steps to the center. “I fixed the kill-switch. My grandson lives outside. You’re within hours of a blast that rewrites the city map.” Their eyes lock in a spiral of threats and destruction. The old man reaches up and flips a switch, and the kill-switch code starts overwriting. They have minutes.

The ink stains across previous pages were messy, a record of sleepless nights and restless fears. Tonight, my handwriting shook as I wrote: The man who had made it his life mission to track down Damon and I is dead and he has taken Cal with him. Mr. Santorini has been murdered. And Damon… Damon stands at the center of it all like a lighthouse battered by storms. How much more before the light breaks? I stared at the words until the letters blurred, until my chest ached. Closing the book, I pushed to my feet, unable to sit still.

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Your bastard killed the Dowager. I opened my eyes and stared into the darkness. Whover that man was, he knew something. Something that someone had gone to great lengths to hide. The Queen Dowager was as good as dead; an assassin had tried to kill father and now there was a connection between the two that o couldn’t ignore.

“Fake your death, let your banking friends help you seize control, then strip the company bare. But loyalty only runs as deep as money, doesn’t it? The moment things went wrong, they tried to grab the funds and run.” Geneva’s composure cracks. “You think you’re so clever? I’ve already deployed the kill switch. In twenty minutes, every Rodriguez Industries server will crash. Contracts, client data, everything—gone.” Her laugh turns hysterical. “You’ll have nothing left to save!” “Unless,” a new voice cuts in, “someone already replaced that virus with a dummy program.” Heads turn. A man stands in the doorway—silver-haired, distinguished, and supposedly dead for years.

My wound was still bleeding rapidly. Due to my excessive blood loss, I had lost the ability to shout for help. However, I could still hear their voices. They were impatient. "Speak up. Are you dead?" Three consecutive calls, three were three chances, yet no one came to my rescue. I could clearly feel the murderer cutting into my skin with a knife and whispering in my ear. "It's Samantha's wedding today. It's your blessing to be able to use your blood to commemorate her." After cutting off my limbs bit by bit with a knife, he cut open my stomach. Blood flowed all over the floor. I was dead, completely dead.

Wait here for me, I'll be back" he instructed and left. He arrived and went towards the door at the other end of hallway. He pushed it opened and led the way into the dark room. He flipped the light switch on and I looked around the grande space. It was very familiar to the ancient libraries; ceiling length shelves filled with a lot of books, opposite the shelf at the other end of the room contained a cabinet that was constructed from glass and had a lot of weapons, dangerous weapons if I may add locked up in them which only fueled my curiosity about who Riccardo was.