Hyperdimension Vert Novels & Stories

Heck, nobody would enjoy this sort of treatment after getting thrown in here against their wills with a ticking time bomb planted in their necks. Yet, Zen had business here, and the invigilator was obliged to fulfil his request. He was the paying customer after all, even if customer service was foul. “I want to buy game highlight clips from the first death game of all hundred survivors, including myself.” Vera stared at him for a long time. “Are you sure?” Zen nodded and swiped his control panel to show her the credits he had. The barkeep didn’t comment about it when she saw the ridiculously high number. Instead, she narrowed her eyes.

Did they think she didn't know what they were doing? Nick picked up the vibrator it looked like a modern work of art, a smooth curved pebble shape, cold metal and warm pastel silicone. Nothing like the convoluted plastic rabbits sold in many high street sex shops, some of them looked more like instruments of torture than instruments of pleasure not to mention that they were all such disgusting colours. Nick switched it on as it emitted a low soft hum. He ran the more pointed end of the pebble down her thigh making her jolt in surprise, giving her a few seconds to get used to the idea he then ran it along the creases of her leg and body. Millie shivered and shuddered as he got nearer to his g

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

Arion looked hopeful as if I would agree. “Yeah, and we don’t hate you. How could we ever hate you?” Arrow looked confused. “Yeah, you are way too cute, and smart, and” Arion paused looking for the word. “Sexy,” Arrow said. His eyes darkened before turning back to the usual amber color. Was I in some sort of alternate universe? What was happening here? That’s it, I died. I died and this is my hell. The Hell twins like me, Darren betrayed me, yup. I’m dead and have gone to hell.

Vertile asked, waving her hand and a golden armour chest piece appeared in front of them. After a quick growl, Fafnir brought his massive claw across the front of the armour piece, Rex expected it to be obliterated, but the only thing that happened was a loud thump and it remained, looking unscathed. “How do I know that isn’t a trick? We are inside of your space, so you could show us anything and expect me to believe it” Rex asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Questions everything, shows intelligence, forward thinker, strong-willed, like father, like son it seems,” Vertile said, clapping her hands excitedly like a child.

He didn't say anything, not that I'm surprised by it, he seems to say little this days. I flipped the file open and the first thing I saw, was a picture of the most scariest and hideous looking man I've ever seen in my entire life. I scrunched my nose in disgust when I caught the yellow stain on his teeth while he gave the camera a sickening smile. "Luca Montero. Age 44, about 5 feet tall. Has brown hair with little greys in them, green eyes, no wife no children and no girlfriend." Shane informed me while twirling his drink around in its glass.

Exactly why he’d promoted her. The boardroom, with its floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city toward Shibuya, was already buzzing when Jaxon entered with Mia flanking him. Holographic displays flickered above the long conference table, showcasing profit margins, the Helix project progress and analyses. Conversations died the moment Jaxon stepped in. "Mr. Hawthorne," one of the senior VPs began, standing almost reflexively. "We didn’t expect you until—"

The Anatomy of the Somatic-Sublimation This was the "High-Concept-Apex." The $1,000,000 debt from Chapter 1 had been the "Gravity" that kept their "Resonance" "Terrestrial." By "Ascending," they were "Shorting" the "Concept of Death." The "Indigo-Dimension" was not a "Graveyard"; it was a "Sovereign-Server"—a "Cloud-Existence" where the "Thorne-Vane-Sync" would run as the "Universal-Background-Task" forever.

said Zephyr, returning Vert’s smile. The Supreme Peak was indeed a huge place. Under Vert’s guidance, Zephyr found a quiet place to settle in. The primordial energy there was also thicker than the rest of the place which suited him well. The room was clean and had all the necessities one would need. After some light tidying up, Zephyr and Vert sat down for some rest. “Our master can be cold sometimes but I cannot stress how good he really is to us. He would not solely outcast you just because of your weak talent,” said Vert. He was worried Zephyr might become demotivated by Maxim’s indifference.