High Rise Invasion Novels & Stories

It was a fine-grained, close-quarters skill, developed over years of living in a space where the threats were intimate and personal and almost always deniable. Inside, the threats were different. More direct. Less deniable. The social architecture of the place was visible in a way that the architecture of his family had never been — hierarchies established quickly, territories marked clearly, the rules unwritten but universally understood by everyone except the people who had just arrived. Paul arrived, said nothing, and watched everything. Within two weeks, he understood the basic structure of the place. By carefully positioning himself through strategic thinking — avoiding the center's ris

“We have to raid the place immediately.” “What’s happening?” Adaline was never the one to panic beforehand, but now she was close to doing just that. “Samara, the woman we told you about, the one we hired to infiltrate the farm, called us earlier. Sarah was right; this is not just about her. This is bigger. We believe you two are the actual target of the group.”

Answer me, please? (...Beep... the system is currently under maintenance. The host didn't need this system's help after all. So, the system will apply for one month's vacation along the way. Beep...} {W...wait! Adorable White Ball, come back to me. Please help me!} Ryan is in a desperate situation right now. He cannot move, nor he is sober enough to tackle this tricky situation without an outsider's help. At this rate, he might get himself into a cliche gang-raping situation! No! He didn't want to. His only hope to escape from this imminent danger is White Ball.{My super strong, mighty adorable system! Help me, please!}