Future Break Point Novels & Stories

I never even realized that I was pulling my legs close to me and resting my head upon them as I sat on the floor next to Kai, drowning in my thoughts, until my eyes grew heavy. My body surrendered to its exhaustion, and sleep overcame it, while my consciousness kept fighting alone against a painful and old dream that used to haunt me frequently. Then it vanished, and here it was visiting me once again with Adrian's return—Adrian, who remained absent from the company for a year and did not return until I was hurt.

Six people who had just walked off the map, encountered the single greatest threat to the repair, and written the rule to defeat it in real-time. "Send a runner to the founding ground," I told Maret. "Tell Taya to inform the continent. The Ash-wood sector is secure." Maret nodded rapidly, the function returning to him with a vengeance. "And the methodology? The new type?" "Tell Isra to write it down," I said. "Type one hundred and thirteen. The Circuit Breaker." I looked at Zane. He found my hand. The silver band at my wrist was pulsing perfectly in time with his.

Elara Hart is the Infernal Pack’s omega, the girl everyone pushes around and the laughingstock of a pack that has never shown her an ounce of respect. For years, she has been hopelessly in love with Kevin Blackwood, the District Alpha’s son and the boy she’s given her all since childhood.On the night of Kevin’s initiation as the new District Alpha, Elara expects her life to finally change. Instead, it shatters.Standing before the entire pack, Kevin announces Mira Clark as his mate. As cameras flash and laughter erupts around her, Elara watches the last pieces of her dignity crumble. Humiliated, rejected, and betrayed, she finally realizes a painful truth:She has spent her entire life begging

NATURE: DIMENSIONAL BREACH. "A breach?" A HOLE. APPROXIMATELY FOURTEEN NANOMETERS IN DIAMETER, LOCATED AT THE PRECISE POINT WHERE THE PARTITION INTERFACES WITH THE SOURCE CODE'S FOUNDATIONAL LAYER. THE HOLE WAS CREATED BY THE ORIGINAL ANCHOR'S IMPACT SIXTY-FIVE MILLION YEARS AGO. IT HAS BEEN SLOWLY EXPANDING SINCE THEN. "How slowly?"

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

I wasn't under the influence of alcohol but I had just gotten my heart broken by a woman I once loved. I felt bad for knocking him down. I rushed him to the hospital. There, I found out he was defrauded by a foreign investment company, mortgaged his house, and couldn't pay it back. He had nowhere to go. I offered him a job as my driver and he accepted. Mr. Fred, the car is ready, Lois said and immediately I zoomed out of my thoughts. Lois, I began, we are going to a restaurant just down the street. I need to de-stress.

Marcus was about to let go of his partner’s hand, but considering what had happened tonight, perhaps he needed to dig deeper. Marcus said in a low voice, "From tomorrow don't come to the company. I will think about it again and contact you later.” There was hope. Even being forced to take a break from work was better than being fired. Calantha was happy, she nodded affirmatively. “You don’t need to worry. I won't make the same mistake again. If you have any request, please ask, I will do everything to make up for my mistake."

“Why don’t we… just work now?” Myron placed a hand on the back of my chair. “Anything you want, moonlight.” Timothy’s fingers snapped his pen in half. I jumped, startled. He cursed under his breath and tossed the broken pen aside. “Sorry,” he muttered, voice sounding like two stones grinding together. I swallowed hard and opened my laptop. This was going to be a long week.

Even if she didn’t believe it yet. --- Blake — 1:11 AM, The Breakthrough She sat down beside him again, shoulder grazing his, as they stared at the updated debugger results. “This line,” Ave murmured, “it’s referencing a missing function. Probably one Raven deleted.” Blake scanned the code. “What if we create a dummy callback? Fake the function, patch the loop.” She glanced at him. “That might actually work.” They built the new call structure together, wordless, quick. Her fingers brushed his on the keyboard once.

Mira said pacing around. “Well if your school phone actually included sims out of this gate I would've gotten my message passed the moment I woke up”. “But you can't leave unless” Zach paused giving Mira a knowing smile. “No no no no Zach it's a big no”. “Unless what?” Ava asked. “Unless” “Unless nothing Zach you know that's too risky”