Infected Regretevator Novels & Stories

"She lost her mind, alright? She was pregnant out of wedlock and stayed with him without any official status. Now he thinks she can just be paid off? The first thing she did when she woke up in the ICU was to find a lawyer to sue Jules. Then one day, Jules was driving on the West Side Freeway, and she was in the passenger seat arguing with him, saying he was irresponsible, that he ruined her youth, that he had ruined her life..." "Then what?" "She grabbed the steering wheel." Lauren's voice suddenly turned serious, as if she were about to share some major news. "The car crashed straight into the guardrail. Sophie, the SUV was totaled. Jules spent two weeks in the ICU before waking up; the do

He points out and I sigh. "The way you treated me says more about you than it does about me." I say firmly and I feel a fresh bout of regret barrel into me from my bond with Micah. I reach up to hold his hands that are clasped around my waist and squeeze them gently, letting him know that I have forgiven him. I won't let some bad memories stop us from enjoying a loving mate bond. It would be cheating myself just as much as him, and I refuse to do that to myself.

The doctor sighed and explained, "You're correct. Mr. Lane's private parts have been entirely necrotized. Normal function will no longer be possible." "No! This is impossible!" Timothy yelled in despair. "That geezer told me that taking those drugs would treat my impotence! I even felt a difference after taking it for the past few days. How could it have suddenly necrotized? Are you sure you didn't make an error in your observation, doctor? Please check again! There must still be hope!"

He frowned, and then a realization seemed to dawn on him. "You just got back and you're rushing to see Grandpa with me?" "Don't worry, if you play your cards right, I'll tell Grandpa to let you remain my mate." "Stop staring. Since you're here, help me with this. The gate system is on the fritz," Caleb said with the casual arrogance of someone used to getting their way. "My fingerprint scan failed, and the guard won't let me in. I'm Damian's nephew; how could I not have access?"

He was definitely not in the mood to be boastful that he had been right. I looked back at the ragged Warrior, remembering something he had said. “You mentioned that there were other Reignile Warriors with you?” “Yes, Your Highness. They are still at the Rogue camp. Only I had the grace of escaping on time before…” He trailed off. “Before what?” “Before I was infected.” “They do it on our warriors too?” I asked, already so horrified that my joints felt stiff.

He nodded. Nicole had noticed, "I think we can leave now. I am starting to feel abit dizzy." "Sure, let's go,” Jack walked over to Marcus and Claire, "have a good one, guys. We will keep in contact." "Are you leaving this early? It's only 9 pm." "Yes, Claire, for some of us on dates, 9 pm might be early." Angela rolled her eyes at Nicole and Claire's drama. "Have you noticed the reapers tattoos on his face? I mean, who writes death on their forehead, with eight strips and lines across, tattoo teardrops, and a cross on the front of his neck."

I will need more pads. Matt nodded as he shoved his hands into his pocket. Before the incident, we used to go home together, but after that night he instructed the driver not to wait for me anymore. I turned to look at him one more time and ask him one more question. “You said we could go back the way we were if I aborted the pregnancy, well since I’m not pregnant can we still go back to being best friends?” I needed to see the kind of person I had trusted, I wanted to see the real Matt.

"What do you mean? Is there still hope for me?" "Sterling has returned to the research institute. You probably only heard the first half of what he said and missed the second half. He has gone to develop an antidote for you. If he succeeds, not only will you not need to rely on the i240, but the situation caused by the i240 can also be recovered through other means. In other words, you only need i240 for a short time, and we will control the dosage to prevent you from inhaling too much. After that, we only need to wait for Sterling."

"The moment Subject Alpha breached the sea-gates, he triggered the dispersal. It’s a targeted retrovirus—the 'Icarus Strain.' It doesn't care about your firewalls. It doesn't care about your 'Will-Net.' It’s a key designed for the Lane lock." Analysis: Pathogen detected in the ventilation filters, the Sovereign signaled, its voice sharp with a metallic alarm. The strain is a chimeric DNA-mutagen. It is specifically designed to recognize the Sovereign-class genetic markers. It is currently dormant, awaiting a host with high-density violet-coding. My hand flew to my throat. I wasn't just a host. I was the source. And Leo... "Leo," I breathed, the word a frantic prayer. I looked at the monitors

The Anatomy of the Entropic-Audit This was the "High-Concept-Apex." The $1,000,000 debt from Chapter 1 had been the "Infection-Vector." In the "Sovereign-Residue," that infection was "Evolving." The "Consortium-Ghost" was attempting to "Re-Standardize" the "Multiverse" by "Injecting" a "Somatic-Virus" of "Regret" into the "Avery-Protocol."