Ian Bliss Matrix Novels & Stories

Just as Fidelis was about to return to his penthouse, a voice rang out through the lobby, “Hey, handsome!” He turned, surprised to find the woman from earlier—the one who had called him an irresponsible father. Yet this time, her attitude was entirely different. She beamed at him, her eyes sparkling playfully. Fidelis couldn’t help but notice how she seemed to radiate under the lobby lights, her sapphire dress hugging her figure. “I need your assistance,” she said, her voice lighthearted. “Help me out, will you?” His instincts urged him to push her away, but his body betrayed him, irresistibly drawn toward her.

"You were a developer but you are a bad businessman. You built a playground but you forgot that a playground does not make money. This infrastructure does." He gestured to the sea of glowing pods below. "Do you know how much the logistics sector loses every year to grief, Miss Vance?" Miller asked, his eyes locking onto Elara. "It costs our clients billions. The Baseline Matrix solves that. When an employee experiences an event we simply roll their consciousness back to the last clean backup file. They wake up feeling nothing but a confusion and a urge to return to work." "You're turning them into loops, " Elara said, her stomach twisting into a knot. "You're taking away their right to hurt

The pain lessons, but I am still left curled into a ball feeling like death is clawing at me, ready to take me away. “Breath Crysta! You just have to let the shift happen. Fighting it will only kill you.” Matrix advises. I whimper wondering what he expects me to do while my insides feel like they are being ripped apart by burning claws. I want to fight this pain, to prevent it from hurting me but his reminder that fighting will kill me causes me to close my eyes and focus on breathing. I feel my bones snapping, my breath catching in my throat as the pain causes me to scream. I feel pin pricks through my skin as something grows out excruciatingly slow. My face elongates, my jaw snapping witho

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.

“ Mother? She was just a tool to get my strength back. Also I don't need a mother. I need that power - ARGH!!!” His red eyes open widely as he spits a good amount of blood out of his mouth. His eyes slowly shift on Bliss who is standing there unbothered. She didn't even move. “How-!?” He chokes on his own blood. Bliss licks her paw to clean the glass that itches her skin and glances at Noah like nothing happened. She is just chilling. “ We both are going to die. Your mother did a good job to damage my organs!”

He continues, as if I never spoke a word, “in a few months when your brats are born they’ll join you in the afterlife almost immediately, you won’t have to be alone on the other side for long.” Despite my promises not to get distracted, his words pull my attention completely – just not for the reason he intended. “Brats.” I repeat dazedly, “plural?” “Bastien,” Matthew grits out in warning, “don’t let him get to you.” “Oh that’s right.” Blaise smirks, “you don’t know. You should have heard the way your poor little mate cried when she found out she was having twins, you should have seen how sweetly she begged me to let your son live after I kill your daughter.”

I can’t lose Tora’s mother AND his Goddess given mate on the same day! Getting her into the hospital was easy, the work up was the hard part. Wires, needles, beepings, shouting from the doctors. They said she was too weak to have been out at something as taxing as a crime scene. Her body was not completely healed on the inside and she should’ve been in the most excruciating pain. “Fuck. When Tora left her from the crime scene the mate's effects must have worn off. But I can’t call him back here, so what do we do??” I ask, sweat dripping down my face. I haven’t been this nervous since the day I became Alpha.

Like the ominous prelude to a nightmare, the two hours preceding the earthquake felt just like the start of any ordinary workday. Little did we anticipate that an unexpected natural catastrophe would shatter our tranquil lives so abruptly. It was early March in Peneland, and despite the lingering snow, cherry blossoms had already begun to grace us with their presence. To offer an early reward before the ensuing two weeks of demanding work, our supervisor had granted us an early break. He had chosen the Peneland Ski Resort as our retreat—a renowned destination globally and conveniently close to our base, fostering team bonding among our team.

He rolled his eyes and noticed that she blinked twice, her self-awareness kicked in as she began to piece together what happened, Blaze smiled at his mate and pulled her up to his arms. "I'm so happy you are awake, I was scared." Blaze confessed to his mate, she widened her eyes and take off his arms from her body. "You're my mate." She said silently and Blaze frowned in confusion. "I'm your mate, so you're not going to reject me right?" Blaze said cringing the thought of his mate rejecting him because of his ruthless reputation, his mate knows who was he but on the bad side, he never showed his good side apart from his family. But then he would never let her reject him because she was his a