Ero Note Novels & Stories

Nicko asked, lifting his chin at Mr Al Hameed. The man with thick hair just shook his head, but the look on his face didn’t say that. Not only did the notebook have a beautiful crocodile skin cover, but its contents were very important. Even though the era is modern, and all digital, it turns out that Yaseer Al Hameed still relies on a notebook to record his personal schedule. According to him, noting that cellphones are very vulnerable to hacking, and if the cellphone is damaged, has no signal or runs out of power will be very inconvenient.

Nolan growled, stepping closer to me. Lena's eyes glittered with satisfaction, like she'd gotten exactly the reaction she wanted. "Keep telling yourself that." She glanced at me one last time, her expression softening into something almost genuine. "Be careful who you trust, little omega. Not everyone's intentions are as noble as they seem." "That's enough," Nolan growled, stepping closer to Lena. His eyes flashed gold, and for a split second, I could have sworn I saw something shift beneath his skin—something wild and barely contained.

“Exactly. It’s Nortons technology—given to us by Roi and Eron. We've adapted it. The locators are hidden throughout the forest. Whenever someone gets close, a signal is triggered.” She gestured to a small light near the door. “It flashes. And the sound carries.” From her pocket, she produced a tiny device with a screen. “When the signal goes off, it shows the exact location—along with directions. It even has a communication function.” “That’s... remarkable,” I breathed. Elia moved toward a shelf and picked up another device. “It was Roi’s. One day, it will be yours. But not yet.” I watched her gently return the photograph to the box.

He pointed to the timer that had count down to about forty minutes left. "Let me see if I can shut it down." Ricardo began keying in a set of command that brought the screen blank and lines of code began to appear. "Or maybe I can at least hibernate it long enough for your friends on the mountain to take over and contain it." A few minutes and an enter key later, the equipment powered off. "It's done," he sighed in relief. A smile had just begun to form on Megan's face when the glass panel suddenly began to beep with blue light running across its structure, and all the nanites went red-hot.

“This might help keep an eye on any fallout. Or, you know, other things.” I leaned down and opened the bag. Inside, nestled in custom foam, was an array of unassuming objects. A couple of high-end button-style cameras, smaller than a dime. Several tiny, black acoustic dots that looked like fittings for furniture. A sleek pen. A USB charger that, according to a scribbled note, was the receiver and power source.

The good thing about this phone is that I can read the messages from the notification alert. Check your notes, pet ;) Like a zombie, I go to my note sections. There’s only one note there – I don’t make a habit of leaving notes in my phone. It was created yesterday at 1:12 am. The title is: To Ophelia, From Emmett. You’re going to give in, pet. You want me to fuck you. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it in your body every time I touch you. You shiver when I come close, and you can’t stop staring at my lips.

"Good morning class. We have a new student amongst us today. Can you please stand and introduce yourself?" I confidently stand up from my seat beside Thea. "Hello everyone. I'm Onda. Onda Silver Thorne." "Talk about weird names." A male voice behind me says causing some people to snicker. I ignore him and continue. “I’m 17 years old and I’m from…” I can’t say Zorah now can I? Say Australia. "Australia?" That came out more as a question. "Where in Australia?" The teacher asks. Katherine. "Katherine?" That also came out as a question.

"Did everything work out okay with the elevator? Did stopping 10 times give you enough time to have a conversation?" I nodded, "I mean it was obviously pretty quick, but yes, I think so." "And you two were alone? Nobody else got on during your ride up?" I shook my head, "I don't think so, but I was blindfolded remember?" "Okay. Last thing- how are you planning on staying organized throughout this experiment?" "I set up a notebook on Microsoft OneNote. I have a tab for participants 1-20 and I'm going to write down everything I learned about this guy as soon as I'm free to leave your office."

It has congealed, and it is a few days old. I squat down and look at the chair when I see a horizontal hole in the seat. I shudder. “Matteo, you may want to see this,” Tony says, and he looks green. I stand and walk to what they are both surrounding. A metal safe with a post-it note and a bloody handprint on the handle. On the note is the combination and a small message. It reads: Curtis’s favourite toy. Courtesy of the Donna of the Romano family. I look at Andros, and he is boiling with rage. We are losing her.

“Yes, I heard it could be used to track the current location as one of its default settings.” “Sure sure.” “I don't think mine works. Uncle, everything is so messed up.” Owen bemoaned "Listen, Owen, just calm down; let me put you through. Now, when you get off this call, go instantly to the XXR section of your location settings and double-tap on it. It will generate an automatic link and forward it to the handle or message box of the person you intend. Once he or she clicks, the coordinates of the device's current location will appear permanently on that section of your device. I designed that notepad myself. Try this out and get back to me; it will work.”