Generator Rex Breach Novels & Stories

A loud laugh came through the small phone speaker as Rex Vance, who was Xavier’s cousin who had spent years trying to take Xavier’s position at the company, spoke. "You are in the mud, brother," Rex said. "Mira took your company stock yesterday, so why should I help an exile?" He asked. "Because the exile has the passwords to the main server," Xavier said. "And if you do not take this deal, Mira’s father will buy your dry docks by the end of the month. You have two days to choose." The phone was quiet for five seconds as Rex responded. "There is an old iron factory on River Road," he said. "Meet me there at midnight tomorrow and bring the codes. If they work, then we will talk."

at night when I was supposedly alone in my office. But I didn't remember making them. In fact, I could specifically remember what I was doing on at least two of those nights, and it wasn't sitting at my computer making illegal payments. I leaned back in my chair, thinking. If someone had used my credentials, they either had access to my office or they had hacked into my system remotely. Either way, it had to be someone close to me. Someone I trusted. The thought made my stomach turn. One of my own pack members was betraying me, working with Jonathan to bring me down. I picked up my phone and called Rex, one of my contacts in the cyber security world. "I need your help," I said when he answe

"You know me?" "I know your code," Cassandra took a step closer. The air between them crackled with intellectual electricity. "It's clean. Efficient. But predictable. Just like your father." "Careful," Alex narrowed his eyes. "Insulting my family is a health hazard." "I'm not insulting them," Cassandra turned her tablet to show him a graph. "I'm warning you. Genesis Corp isn't just selling anti-aging cream. They are building a neural network. And they are using this party to scan everyone's brainwaves."

"It kind of is. Whoever set up their security was lazy. They reused passwords across multiple access points. Amateur mistake." "Not everyone has your natural talent." The praise made her sit up a little straighter. She pulled up the financial records, tracing money transfers back and forth. "Your guy Morrison is definitely selling to someone. Large deposits every two weeks, always from different shell companies. But they all trace back to..." She pulled up another window, her fingers flying across the keys. "Hexon Technologies." Dominic went very still behind her. "What did you say?" "Hexon Technologies. They're the ones buying your stolen code." Jade turned to look at him. "Why? You know th

"Howard, what are you talking about? No! I haven't even finished the verification." "The core schematics for the Genesis project have been leaked to the Prosperity Consortium. Victor Lang is already on the warpath. If this trace leads back to your terminal, Reed, not even Grant Walker will be able to save your hide!"

She nodded, getting the hint. Rex walked into the inner room, the one that led to the underground section. It was loud down here, but the soundproof system kept the noise contained. There were four sections in the underground department; the first section was focused entirely on the creation of forged identities—ranging from passports to birth certificates to licenses and more. These were usually sold to werewolves who wanted to stay off the grid, away from human laws and protocols. The second section belonged to the pack employed hackers. Whatever you needed to know, you only had to ask. They had information at their fingertips—and in our world, information was power.

But now that he was alive, the royals would no doubt side with him and the Westfields. Just then, someone came running in, panicked. “Bad news! Our defense system has been breached—Jax’s identity has been exposed!” Everyone’s face changed. Kael’s eyes turned bloodshot, his fingers trembling ever so slightly. “Our system was breached?” “Useless. You’re all useless!” ***

By the time Damien walks into the penthouse, I am already packed. He stops in the doorway, eyes flicking to the bag by the door, then back to me. “Tell me this isn’t what it looks like,” he says quietly. I zip up my bag. “It is.” He doesn’t move. Just watches. “Kaia. I am supposed to be watching your health. You promised me a week every month.” “I need to vanish for a few days.” Silence. “I traced a breach,” I add, my tone flat. “It’s nothing public. Yet. But someone got into a dormant account. One only Alina should’ve had.”

As if he was finally beginning to see the shape of the cage he had been living in. Before anyone could respond, the large screen at the end of the room flickered. A new notification appeared in bold red letters. BREAKING; LIVE LEAK IN PROGRESS Harrington Internal Server Breach Detected New files uploading… Marcus’s phone began buzzing violently. So did every other device in the room. The screen refreshed. A new document appeared, clear, timestamped, and damning. A scanned copy of a payment authorization from seven years earlier. Signed by Victoria Harrington. Paid to a private mechanic.

OPHELIA I’d always been a fan of the smell of rain. Today, I smelt the storm before the rain came. The wind tugged on the penthouse curtains like agitated fingers drumming against the glass. Charlotte stood beside me with laptop open, the light making her skin glow silver. "I found out something," she said in a low voice. "Phoenix funneled all the leaks through an obsolete Regent server, Alessandre's old place. Someone either still has his credentials…or he's sharing them himself."