Fail-safe Novel Novels & Stories

Every joint locked into place. Her spine drew vertical like it was pulled by strings. Her chin lifted. Her eyes opened wide. Blank. Dilated. > “Damon?” Ella whispered. Too late. The screen turned red. Text poured down faster than either of them could read. Then one line froze in bold, blazing white: > FAILSAFE 7.1 INITIATED NEURAL DEFENSE ONLINE DEFEND HOST STRUCTURE AT ALL COSTS Ava didn’t scream. She didn’t blink. She stood.

“Who else could it be? So many women have tried to get Stephen’s attention but didn’t even get a good look. Yet, as soon as I showed up, he agreed right away. What does that say? It says that he and I are a match made in heaven! When I become Mrs. Salvador, my wealth will be limitless! And by then, I won’t have to worry about our company’s future!” What a joke. I spent so much money sending Yasmine abroad for her education, yet she didn’t learn a thing. After taking over the Roberts Group for just a week, the three of them drained all the funds on the books, plunging the company into a financial crisis. Later, Yasmine made her mark by sabotaging several big contracts, and within a month, the

FRACTURED LOYALTIES The mansion had grown heavier over the past few days, each room carrying the weight of suspicion, fear, and secrets too dangerous to share. Olivia moved through its halls carefully, each step measured, each breath cautious. The air seemed thick, thick with anticipation, as though the walls themselves were holding their collective breath.

“What exactly did you build?” Elena answered in one word. “A failsafe.” Lucian let out a disbelieving breath. “That’s not a failsafe.” He gestured at the screen. “That’s a ghost inside the system.” Elena shook her head slowly. “No.” “It’s worse.” Because a failsafe— was meant to activate when everything else failed. Cassandra spoke carefully. “What was it designed to do?” Elena’s eyes darkened slightly. “To take control.” Silence. Absolute. Victor’s voice was calm.

I almost laughed. 'So, you do know this could attract dangerous people,' I thought. However, I was no longer the same person. The version of me who felt responsible for saving everyone else was gone. I copied Janet's tone from my previous life and answered calmly, "If a guy is willing to spend that much money just for companionship, how could he possibly be a bad person? You're overthinking it." In Janet's world, anyone with money was automatically a good person.

Without thinking, I lifted my legs higher, opening myself wider. I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my teeth, tossing every rule and ounce of shame aside. But just as I started wanting more, thunder cracked outside. A blinding flash of lightning lit up the entire room, harsh and unforgiving, as if it was exposing the darkness inside me. I snapped back to my senses. What the hell was I doing? This was Natalie, my best friend! No matter how lonely or desperate I felt, if I was going to lose control, it should have been with a stranger.

I froze outside the door, silently lowering the hand I had raised to knock. After that, I quietly went to the hospital and ended the life of the unborn child. He came up with all sorts of excuses to refuse me, yet he was willing to have a child with another she-wolf. The thought alone sent a deep sense of disappointment creeping into my heart. That night, Nora sent me a photo. It was a screenshot of a chat. She and Ethan were excitedly discussing which brand of baby formula to buy. A few minutes later, she deleted the screenshot and apologized to me, saying, "Oops, sorry, Lucy! I sent that by mistake. You probably didn't see it, right?"

The drive home seemed like it took forever- even though it was only about 20 miles. I was hoping I didn’t crush Will’s self confidence too easily. I felt awful that he had went through such a terrible accident that would leave him without an arm, and just when hope was attainable for him to be able to fit in, he was deemed unacceptable by society. People were always so judgmental and and broke my heart… especially since he seemed like such a nice guy.

He took a seat; beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He was nervous. By the gods, I gave birth to a moron. “It seems our plan backfired.” He took a sip of water. “Not only are the refugees safe, our people didn’t even get a chance to act.” I glanced at him. “Tell me something I don’t know.” He frowned at my cold voice, but he was quick to mask it. Whoever fired that arrow knew the guard had been capture. They knew where he was being questioned. They knew was going to talk and they silenced him. There weren’t many people capable of moving so quickly. Which meant only one thing. Someone close to us was playing their own game.

She began looking around frantically trying to figure out who has slipped that note in her pocket, but it was just Paul and her in that elevator. She started hyperventilating. Sweat started to flow down her face. She was having a panic attack. Slowly she slid down the walls of the elevator and grabbed her knees. Her thoughts driving her to complete madness. That the thing about addicts, once they have sobered up no matter how many years they have gone without so much as thinking about relapsing, their demons still follow very closely behind them. Abigial's had just caught up to her. Three little words, and she was back in the small apartment her and Azria shared for two years. Three little w