Empty Threat นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Old banking circles. Private consortiums. Shadow advisories. And there it was. Blackthorne. A black file. There was no logo, no decorative marking. Just the name written in steady ink. My father had known. I sat down and opened it carefully. The first page was a summary. “Blackthorne Advisory operates beyond visible influence. They do not control directly, they assess, they restructure and they eliminate threats before threats mature.” My jaw tightened. Threat. That word again. I continued reading.

Or a threat. ***

It was like he was laughing at me through the wire, showing me how little ten thousand dollars meant to a man like him. ​The laptop chimed. A message appeared from the private server. ​"I don’t respond to threats from amateurs," the message read. I could almost hear the cold, bored tone of his voice through the screen. "But I do pay for audacity. You have ten minutes to tell me how you got this number before I track your IP and make sure you never see a positive balance again. The clock is ticking, little thief." ​My blood ran cold. He wasn't scared. He was interested. And in Julian Thorne’s world, being the object of his interest was usually a death sentence for your bank account or your re

Pure nightmare fuel. "If you won't talk, I'll just check myself." The eye locked on my forehead, shoving into my mind. "No—!" I screamed, thrashing against the net. In blind panic, my hand shot to the gift box still dangling from the scooter's handle. Right as that mind-leech presence dug in, the box snapped open on its own. A shockwave ripped out—silent, unseen—then my HUD blew up: [SYSTEM WARNING: Exclusive customer "Grand Duke Nortune" has detected a hostile threat to your life! Status: ENRAGED!]

The threshold neutralized… at least for now. I turned to Caelum, chest heaving. “Is it… over?” He exhaled, lowering his device, eyes scanning the rooftop for any remaining threats. Then, a faint, unsettling hum reached my ears soft, almost imperceptible, but unmistakable. I looked at him, concern flashing across my face. “What is that?” He frowned, tension returning to his brow. “Not sure… but something tells me… this isn’t over.” --- The threshold is temporarily neutralized, but a lingering energy hum signals ongoing danger.

“Dr. Sharma tells me you’ve agreed to the terms. Specifically, the terms of your preposterous f*e.” I stood immediately, offering a professional, controlled nod. “Mr. Thorne. The f*e is commensurate with the proprietary skillset you require. You are dealing with a threat that is evolving faster than your internal team can manage. You need an immediate, surgical solution, not a consulting partnership.” He didn't offer his hand. Instead, he walked past me to the far end of the conference table, his gaze never quite resting on mine, surveying me as if I were a new, suspicious piece of office furniture.

"You won't be able to access any of your accounts! Make a statement right now and we'll let you keep them open." "I already removed all of my funds into another account that you can't access. So, that's an empty threat." "What?!" "Next time you want to threaten someone," God, I was feeling needlessly cruel, but at the same time, it felt wonderful, "you should double check to make sure there's weight to it." She was silent on the other end again, obviously trying to come up with something else to either threaten me with or beg me for. But I wasn't going to listen to any of it. I was done being the good son and doing whatever they told me to do.

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

No vulnerability. Just terms and conditions.