Fail-safe Novel Novels & Stories

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

“Didn’t we already lose control?” “Not completely,” I said. “Not yet.” But close. Closer than I liked. “So what’s the plan?” Cassius asked. I looked at the system. At the layers. At the anchor. In my presence. And then— “We built a failsafe.” Dominic nodded. “I figured.” “But not the kind you’re thinking,” I said. Kane’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Explain.” “We don’t shut the system down,” I said. “That’s not possible anymore.”

Jonas, and at this moment, she felt angry but sorry for him. She drew a sharp breath and lay back on the bed putting her quilt over her shoulder, she knew there was nothing else to do, she was getting married to that man and it was certain, there was no turning things back. Robin kept trying to hack the security code, but each time he tried, he was locked out, and it bounced him back to the first page. “What the heck?” He clenched his jaw, his forehead creased and his lips were pressed into a straight line as he stared at the screen of the computer. “Oh, I see, you think you can lock the legendary Robin out.” He smirked and cracked his fingers.

Even though Mack suggested that he could stay with Adela or even Bennett, Connall decided he’d rather shift to wolf and sleep in the woods instead. “This is like some Christmas movie where everything goes wrong,” I tell Mack. “You know, like when the couple's extended family turns up, someone burns the Christmas dinner, and the dog destroys the garden party. Except, in this case, it won’t be a dog, it’ll be a wolf.” When he smiles, I shake my head. “No, I’m being serious. Things like this don’t happen. At least I didn’t believe they did,” I add, trying to silence my rising panic that something else will go wrong.

" she said and typed on the chapter she was working on. She typed until she came to a stop and posted it in her website. Seeing what she had written, a smile was plastered on her lips. She killed her female lead. She was too perfect and there wasn't a perfect life. She closed her eyes and fell on her laptop. A bright light suddenly appeared around her, forming a thick mist. Her body glowed brightly until she was left of nothing. She disappeared.

She tiptoed and reached for the cans that sat on the top shelf. "Dammit...why did I have to be so short..." she murmured and tried to push the can toward her. Just a bit more. Faith pawed at the can, but suddenly, she lost her balance. She grabbed the shelf in an attempt to save herself from falling. Her hand shifted the cans, making them tumble. She thought for sure the cans would land on her face, but suddenly, she felt an arm wrap around her waist while the other arm pushed the cans back inside the shelf.

My head whipped towards the direction of Vincenzo’s voice and I shivered at his gruff tone and swallowed at the darkness which surged behind his face. “I don’t think you’d be alive for too long, Little Ballerina.” Vincenzo added, using his left hand to hold his right bleeding arm. My throat was dried and patched, yet, I parted my lips, mustering up courage. “Why? I can survive in any situation.” I’ve always thought I could survive any situation but after what occurred in the hall, I was beginning to doubt. “You’re too fragile….” He paused, a dark smirk stretched in his lips. “Too breakable to survive in the world we live in.”

(Isabella’s POV) The safe house was a tomb, filled with the ghosts of a life that wasn't mine. Dust sheets covered the heavy, ornate furniture, and the air was thick with the stale, stagnant scent of time. The brutal, adrenaline fueled escape from Bianchi’s gala felt a world away, but the true horror of the night was just beginning to settle in my bones, a cold, creeping dread that no locked door could keep out.

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits. CHAPTER 82 Emily’s POV: The gate creaked open. My fingers gripped the steering wheel harder than they needed to, my palms damp, knuckles pale. We were finally home, and yet my heart hadn’t stopped pounding since we left the safe house. Every bump on the road had felt like it might shatter this fragile moment, like something might still go wrong before we reached the front door.

“It’s more than that. I just received a flagged sequence in one of the Obsidian archives we recovered. Buried deep in Rafael’s code.” “What kind of sequence?” Lena asked. Faiza hesitated. “A name.” She uploaded a partial key. F1RE-S03R3LL “Fire Sorell?” Carson asked. Ruth narrowed her eyes. “Calix Sorell.” Lena stared at the screen. “Rafael encoded Calix’s name into the doctrine?” “No,” Faiza corrected. “Into the failsafe.” The failsafe was something Lena had only heard Rafael reference once. A last resort. A way to erase all Echo systems permanently, if they were ever weaponized.