Fail-safe Novel Novels & Stories

When I opened my eyes, I found myself holding an exquisitely wrapped sandwich. Whispers immediately drifted into my ears. "Look, Jacob Blake's here again delivering breakfast to Carol." "He seriously has no shame. She already said she doesn't like him, but he still won't give up." "Exactly! Carol and Matt are obviously the perfect couple!" I froze for two seconds before a flood of memories suddenly crashed into my mind. I, the invincible hero of a power-fantasy novel, had actually transmigrated into the role of a pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel.

she said. “And yours doesn’t?” Killian challenged. Victoria’s expression didn’t change. “Mine assumes failure.” Silence. Elena studied her carefully. “You built redundancy,” she said. Victoria nodded once. “A shadow grid,” Killian added. “A safety net,” Victoria corrected. She turned back to them. “You built a world on trust,” she said. “I built one that survives when trust breaks.” Killian’s jaw tightened. “You still think collapse is inevitable.” “I think it’s natural,” she replied.

"It is Draven. He is fine." A pause. "Of course he is," Darius said quietly. The librarian spent the next ten minutes carefully examining the fallen shelf, the scattered books, and the damaged railing. Kael helped stack the books into neat piles. Several of them had fallen open to random pages, and as he collected them, one caught his eye. He picked it up. The title on the open page read: On The Nature of Probability Manipulation in Pre-Civilization Eryndor. Kael read the first paragraph.

“Stop—what is happening?” Arthur backed away from the console completely now. His voice broke. “The archive is merging witness states…” Gabriel looked sharply at him. “That’s not possible.” Arthur snapped. “It is if the fail-safe has already been triggered!” Ama turned toward Arthur. “What fail-safe?” Arthur hesitated. Just for a second. But that was enough. The man in black answered instead. “The correction cascade.” Silence. Ama whispered, “Cascade of what?” “Reality,” he said simply.

“Because I will say goodbye, then,” “Nuh-uh!” He chuckles. “Not yet. Amuse me first,” I close my eyes because I am smiling like an idiot. My heart feels giddy, and I want to squeal like a teenager. “Hmm...” I press my lips, thinking fast of something that would amuse him. “Well, Stella made me read a part of her novel, and it was...” I bite my lower lip. I open my eyes, and I can see some stars fading their glow.

"Rise and shine, ladies! I hope you're ... Enzo stopped talking when he saw all three of them looking at him with fierce eyes, they looked like they were about to kill him, and his grip on the breakfast tray tightened as he stared at them. "Hey... What's... Arghh!," Enzo yelled when he saw a vase flying towards him at full speed. The tray in his hands fell when he dodged the vase making the contents drop on the floor. His hazel eyes widened in fear when Stacy threw the bedside lamp at him. He dropped to the floor when he tried to dodge it 'Oh my God, I gotta get away before I get lynched,' Enzo cried inwardly before dashing out of the room.

POV Layla My alarm went off and I groaned. Why did I stay out so late last night? Oh, yeah, Finn. I sighed. I really liked him. It scared me though. I never felt like this about someone and after Tate... I didn't know what to do. And then there was Vander. He was so nice to me and I felt safe with him but if I was honest with myself, there was no spark. If Finn wasn't around, he would be a perfect relationship for me though. I would be comfortable in a relationship with Vander but it wouldn't be fair to him. I would just be using him to feel safe. There was no future in a relationship with Vander.

I ask, rubbing my thumb along the back of her hand. She looks down at our intertwined hands and then back at me, her eyes hooded. "Maybe your Alpha is on to something." She responds, taking a step closer to me, her chest touching mine. I can't resist the temptation anymore as I let my lips come crashing down to hers—an electric current races over my body as our lips collide. Margaret is receptive to my kiss, her hand letting go of mine as she reaches up with both her hands and intertwines her fingers in my hair, letting out a soft satisfied hum against my lips. I place my hands on her hips and pull her flush against me, wanting to feel every inch of her body against mine. This kiss was diffe

Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed. A burst of laughter tore the silence in the room, "Nice one," Ivana laughed out aloud. "I know it's hard to believe but it's true," Arielle let out a nervous laugh.

“You know half-truths, half-records. Julien gave you crumbs. What he didn’t give you is why.” Maris clenched her fists. “Then say it.” The figure pointed—straight at her. “You’re the fail-safe.” Maris flinched as if the word struck her across the face. “The fail-safe?” Anais echoed, stepping in front of her. “Fail-safe for what?” The figure didn’t move. Its voice remained perfectly calm. “For a detonation Julien couldn’t afford to trigger himself. You were never just the data mule. You were the dead man’s switch.”