Game Vault 777 Novels & Stories

"My husband is real. Give him to me, and I’ll make your death quick." "Ah, but that’s the dilemma, isn't it?" The Gorgon tapped the tablet. "This tablet contains the access codes to the Zurich Vault—the Don’s entire legacy. Billions of dollars. The names of every corrupt official from DC to Moscow. With this, you could buy the world. You could ensure the Syndicate never touches you again." He then gestured to Julian. Above Julian’s chair, a heavy industrial hook was rigged to a pulley system. Julian was perched over a vat of caustic lye used for cleaning ship hulls.

One thing for sure, it was way too big to be just a penthouse but who am I to argue? " Don't be deceived by the size and the exquisite decorations. It's made out of recycled materials so it's pretty much affordable." " It is? Double wow." I mouthed. He chuckled and tussled my hair. Electronically opening the gate, we drove in and we parked at the garage. There I also noticed there was a car in it. Packed for a boys camp out. We got out of the car and walked to the main entrance where he put in the house password and just like that, the door opened and we walked in.

I punch in the code I stole from Luca’s records weeks ago. 7-7-1-9. The doors slide open. I step inside. There is only one button: B. Basement. The descent is smooth. Silent. I am sinking into the belly of the beast. The doors open again. I am in a small, concrete antechamber. In front of me is the Vault. It is a circle of steel, massive and gleaming. It looks like the door to a submarine. In the center is a digital keypad. My heart hammers against my ribs. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Jeremiah stared at the glowing screen, every line of code flashing like a personal insult. He didn’t even blink. The longer he watched, the more the walls of the study seemed to close in. The system was being breached again. No matter how many patches they ran, no matter how many firewalls the London team threw up. His fingers darted across the keyboard, his knuckles tight, eyes scanning the rapidly moving logs. “Unauthorized access to Vault 7. User: UNKNOWN. Location: encrypted.”

Gabrielle nodded, pocketed the key, and left. The old district was quieter. Narrower streets. Fewer eyes. She found the building easily—it looked abandoned, but the lock on the door was new. She used the key. Inside, the air was cold and smelled of dust and metal. A single lantern flickered in the corner. Vaults lined the walls, numbered in faded paint. She found Vault 7. The key fit. Inside was a box. Wooden. Locked with a second key already in place. She opened it. Inside were letters. Dozens. All addressed to Julian Virelli. Some were signed by her father. Others by names she didn’t recognize.

He replied. “I almost lost you, just let me have this.” “Suddenly, our mate bond and its purpose means something to you?” I said disdainfully. “You’re Gavrael Wulfric, no one lets you have anything, you take what you want, when you want it, and how you want it. Who am I to deny you what you want now just because I have a few bruises?” I said to him through the mind link.

They stood together outside a sealed room, a stark, bold label emblazoned above the door: VAULT 7 The image vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the familiar Sterling Foundation logo. The lights brightened, the orchestra resumed its lively tune, and the hum of conversation slowly returned. Most guests, distracted by the brief technical glitch, barely registered the anomaly. But Zariel, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs, had seen it. She had seen the fear in young Kaelen’s eyes, the determined set of Evelyn’s jaw, and the unsettling presence of Harrison Mercer, a man who now sought to undermine Kaelen’s empire. Someone inside this gala, someone with access and a

"That was too easy." "Not easy," Alex corrected. "Expected. Carlos cultivated relationships with powerful people for precisely these moments." "People like Philippe Durand," she acknowledged. "Yes. Though I doubt even Philippe knows what's in that vault." The elevator descended smoothly to a sublevel that didn't appear on the public floor registry. When the doors opened, they faced a corridor of private vault rooms, each secured behind reinforced doors. Section D, vault seven," Alex murmured, leading them past numbered doors. They stopped before a nondescript entrance. Unlike the ostentatious security theaters that protected lesser valuables, this door bore only a small keypad and discreet c

He continued and i placed my palms on my head. "Shit. He outsmarted us" I cursed. "Not just yet" He said, placing his fingers back to the laptop, squinting his eyes at the little letters that flooded across the monitor till certain numbers were highlighted and a smile crept to his face. "Bingo" "I was able to access the serial number and I found out that not only was this purchased from a store down the same address he forwarded to you-" "But it was also purchased on the 27th of December, and that is-"