Ian Bliss Matrix Novels & Stories

"If there is nothing else, then you are free to leave." Alpha Brian scoffed when his eyes settled on me. "What is this?" He laughed. "You think just because you have that bitch on your lap you can break the curse? Is that why you don't want the aid anymore?" Ollen placed both of his hands on my waist and gently pushed me off his lap, sliding me to stand up so I would sit. He stood tall in front of me. "That is my mate you're talking about, Brian. I suggest you be very careful with your next words." Ollen growled.

I say to an old man on a wheel chair "which way to the rooftop please?" He points in a direction. "Thank you" I say then walk in that direction. I finally get to the rooftop. The wind hits me, blowing my hair in all directions and I get a semblence of serenity. There's a bench in the centre, on which I take a sit. I feel numb with pain. I lost my baby. I'm a terrible mother. Do I even deserve to be alive? Why didn't the devil just take me then? I don't know how long I stay there, staring at nothing until...

If the two manage to contribute with each other, or more likely, merge, who knows what can topple them. And his mother was working so hard to prove their company’s worth. Even if they’re in second to Fengs, that doesn't they would just be likely to accept their company’s offer. They need to at least see that they’re worthy. Lincoln wasn’t against the idea, he wasn’t that fond of it either. But he can’t do anything about it. He rather not. Lincoln snapped back to reality when his mother spoke. “Okay, fine, I’m sorry I haven’t checked on you for a while, darling. You know I’m busy, right?”

Blair tugged on her own voice and followed Judy's tone, "Blair, you disappoint me so much, you can't even tell the difference between ginger flavor and lime flavor, you never eat ginger, I'm so good to you, I've never spared ginger in my cooking, hmmm, you don't even remember that I don't like green peppers but last time, you clearly remembered that your first love doesn't like to Eat bean sprouts! You scum! Get a divorce!" This is a woman's brain circuit, it's even more winding than the mountain road. After Blair finished speaking, he laughed out first, "Do you think women make mistakes?" After he asked, he realized that Matthew didn't say anything and kept quietly drinking his wine. "Matth

"Oh, my internal wolf possesses the absolute capability. My system simply lacks the moral permission." "Mariana—" "Zero alpha entities are going to inflict psychological trauma upon my premier companion and exit the territory without absorbing a severe physical penalty." Val let out a long, heavy exhalation of oxygen, resting the rear of his skull against the soft cushions of the couch structure. "My processing held full clarity regarding the volatility of the matrix when my hand initiated the lessons, Mariana. The absolute parameter of the contract was aggressive, physical friction between our houses, nothing more." Too bad his internal wolf had decoded the friction on an entirely alternati

"The power source is the relic at the center of the matrix. Consecrated through the High Inquisitor personally. If the relic is disrupted—not destroyed, just *disrupted*—the weapon cannot activate. The matrix collapses without the power source maintaining coherence." "How do you disrupt it?" Luna asked. "Counter-frequency," Cassian said. He was on steadier ground now. Technical. Focused. "The relic channels divine light at a very specific frequency. The purge matrix is calibrated to that frequency. Introduce a counter-frequency—something at the exact opposite end of the divine-to-demonic spectrum—and the matrix desynchronizes. It would take approximately thirty seconds of sustained output to

A biometric interface appeared. Then a countdown. ADRIAN VALE's 72nd statement on stability determination reflects his own experience. Why is this so? HOURS REMAINING. Amina's breath stopped. She turned toward him. “What's that?”. Adrian looked away. The display frightened her more than the experience itself. Miriam answered for him. But the Veil carried him beyond his natural continuity.’ The. Her gaze locked on Amina. His consciousness matrix is crumbling beyond its structure. Amina stepped toward the screen.

and smashed his lips against hers. . . . . From hating someone from their hearts, their love was even grander than they could imagine that the hatred vanished in front of it. Sometimes saying ‘I love you actually didn’t seem enough to tell how much they loved each other. But maybe their eyes could speak a language of their own. His life was no longer his, and she couldn’t live a life without him. They were too good for each other but very bad for everyone else. But despite 100 problems all they needed was just that one reason to be with each other. This bliss was inevitable. The truth they couldn’t run away from. Maybe they even hated each other just to fall in love with each other….cause

Heat began spreading through my body, while my limbs gradually lost their strength. The burning herbs had been laced with a powerful aphrodisiac. “System.” I called out in my mind, my voice remaining calm. “Run a diagnostic.” The system sounded horrified. “Host, this is bad! It's Bliss Dust, one of the most powerful aphrodisiacs known to man! Not only does it induce desire, but in a large enough dose, it can cause heart failure!” Just as I expected, a wave of nausea rose in my stomach.

Cole replies him and I smirk, Just wait for me Blaze, just a little longer and I would have you get so attached to me you might as well be addicted. * |•BLISS•| I'm in the dark basement again, the stench of rotten food filling the air making it difficult for me to breathe. My breath comes out in gasps and I stay huddled to a side, I am suffocating. Suddenly I see her standing before me, her hands stretching towards me — my mother. Still gasping I reach out to hold her but it seems she is so far away that no matter how much I try to hold, my hands don't get any inch closer and then the roof is falling, coming right at me.. I am going to die. My mouth opens and a piercing scream leaves my mout