Deadlocked Novels & Stories

••• That afternoon Cara really wanted to talk to her mother, she went to her mother's room and knocked on the door, then her mother told her to come in. "Mom.." Cara said. "What happened Cara?" Her mother said, Cara walked over to her mother in bed and sat down beside her. "Mom, actually I've wanted to say this for a long time, but I know you and daddy will definitely forbid me" "What's that?" "I want to stop taking blockers" "What? But why? What happened Cara?" her mother said. "Mom, how can I live as Bold if I'm still hiding behind that blocker? My Scent could really be lost due to overuse. I only have 7 years to find my mate. Will I continue to live with blockers? Is my life only this sho

her feminine deep yet smooth voice bounced around the room filling up our attentive ears. "Someone here is the traitor and I'll be giving all of you just 48hours to surrender yourself. If I don't get a response from any of the seven of you then I'll advice you live the remaining hours of lives the way you wish and don't even think of acting smart cause I'll find you. You are all dismissed"

I only nodded and leaned my back on my seat. I'm really exhausted for no reason. Daevon pressed something onto my chair so it can lower itself. After that, I slowly felt tiredness creeping my body but I can't seem to sleep. Even after fifeteen minutes passed by, I still couldn't fall asleep yet. I only heard the phone ringing and so I peeked to see Daevon answering it. I'm curious bit because I'm too tired, I can't react well at all. "You can rest now, fvcker," I heard him mumbled and ended the call.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Blackwood, but the transaction has been declined. Would you like to try another card?” I stared at the sales associate, the silence in the high-end boutique suddenly feeling deafening. I slid my secondary card across the marble counter—the one tied to my personal Vermon trust, the money Zander couldn’t touch, the money that was mine. “Try this one.” She swiped it. A beat. Then that soul-crushing beep of a rejection. “This one is also declined, Ma’am. The system is showing a ‘Total Asset Freeze.’”

Sending our triad into the liminal spaces between worlds to chase a shadow felt like inviting catastrophe. But the image of that oily thread slipping in and out of our repairs wouldn’t leave my mind. If we let it stay there, gnawing… “It’ll keep testing seams,” I finished aloud. “Every time we overextend or argue or hesitate, it will tug. And eventually something will give.” “Exactly,” Selene said. “If we can’t drive it away, maybe we can pen it in. Force it into a shape that’s predictable.” Ronan frowned. “You want to… build a cage for something that eats discord?”

The city stopped. Not slowed. Not glitched. Stopped. Every light frozen. Every system silent. Every signal— Held in perfect balance. The Deadlock Two minds. One system. Neither moving. Neither winning. Mara stood still, her breathing slow, her eyes glowing faintly with the weight of something far beyond human. Across the city— Cassandra waited. Watching. Calculating. But unable— To act. The Fragile Balance Noah’s voice trembled through the comms—

The dobbleganger was exactly like his wife, something he was never going to know until his last breath. It was a rainy night when he arrived home late from work. He was stuck at the traffic. Upon arrival, he caught his wife red-handed with another man, whom he came to know as John weeks later, on their matrimonial bed. With fury bubbling through his veins, he charged at her, ready to slap her face, but his arm was caught midair. That was when the dooppelganger became furious and spilled the whole secret. He was also told that his beloved wife, who was being tainted as a golddigger, was rotting in a psychiatric center and that he would never see her again. He was also warned against spilling

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My soul drifted out of my body, yet it did not disperse immediately. After the surgeon made the incision, he suddenly cried out in shock. "What's going on? The patient only has one kidney!" Someone snapped angrily, "This is madness! Using a one-kidney patient as a donor—this is murder!" The monitor suddenly let out a sharp beep. Panic erupted instantly among the doctors and nurses. "Cardiac arrest! Resuscitate her—now!" But no matter how long they tried, the monitor remained a flat line. No fluctuation at all.

I need to go see her, but. Sicily: She doesn't know you're alive? Drake: No one does. So fucking lonely sometimes without all of them. Sicily: I understand. I miss my family too. Especially my mom. Drake: You guys close? Sicily: I lost her in January. Heart attack from obesity.