Intruder Tv Series Novels & Stories

Relief crashed through me so suddenly that my knees weakened. “You see?” Ivan said. “Mercy still exists.” Ruin’s voice turned cold. “This ends now.” Ivan shook his head slowly.“No,” he said. “It begins now.” The screen went black. At the same moment, a gunshot exploded somewhere inside the compound. I flinched. Axel’s voice shouted over the speakers. “Office hallway! Intruder inside the building!” Ruin grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him. Footsteps ran toward us from the corridor.

Within the hollowed-out pages, a small, sleek security camera lies hidden. I extract the camera, its compact size belied by its advanced technology. My thumb brushes against the power button, and the device springs to life. The footage unfolds on the camera's tiny screen, displaying a timestamp from earlier today. I fast-forward through the stillness, my penthouse's silence punctuated only by the occasional creak. Then, a figure appears. My grip on the camera tightens. The intruder moves with caution, scanning the room. Their face remains obscured, but their movements betray a sense of urgency.

His trained eyes scanned the darkness and he flashed the torch in his hands directly into the intruder’s face after making out his figure. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” The guard barked, his voice firm and authoritative. The intruder could barely talk, his eyes were wide and he was paralyzed with fear and unable to form a coherent sentence. “We have an intruder on the pack grounds, I need backup.” The guard yelled into the radio. Within minutes, a few more guards arrived and the intruder was placed in chains and dragged to the mansion.

From the body language shown unconsciously by the intruder, she managed to provide the information she needed, making her even more certain that the idea she had just conveyed was hit on the nail head. "That damn dragon…," the intruder man muttered furiously, and in a whisper that her ears could still catch, turned his face the other way. The man clearly showed his displeasure at his question just now, very clearly on the man's face when he mentioned a name that actually had nothing to do with him either. She had only ever heard that name somewhere (which until now she still could not remember where she had heard that name) and also the information Petra had just told her. However, the react

My pulse is steady. The intruder’s jaw clenches. He shifts, a micro‑movement, and I see the edge of a tattoo at his wrist, a crude symbol I’ve seen once on a thug’s I*******m, the kind of mark people get when they belong to something ugly. It is a lead. It is something. “Don’t move!” the intruder shouts, gun wavering, eyes darting to the glass. From the window, quick as a knife, a shadow crosses the sill — a figure dropping down with a grace that says familiarity with rooftops.

No sane person would smile casually and calmly forgive their stalker, but this is Echelon Nine; a crazy place filled with people just as crazy. After a moment, Skyden released his embrace. "Honey, I'm going down for a bit. I need to grab the rest of the groceries from the trunk," he said, ruffling my hair gently before stepping out. As soon as the door closed and Skyden was out of sight, I approached the middle-aged man overseeing the removal of the small cameras. I put on a feigned look of curiosity. "I heard there was an intruder last night?" I asked softly, fishing for information. "Security is this tight—how did anyone get in?"

Hours passed with tense stillness. Then, just as I was drifting toward sleep, a sudden crash shattered the silence. Justin was instantly alert, moving toward the sound. I followed close behind. In the security room, the monitors flickered — someone had tried to disable the cameras. The intruder was caught on tape — masked and fast. Justin’s voice was low but fierce. “They won’t get away with this.” The next morning, Ramos delivered some surprising news. They’d identified the intruder as a hired mercenary with ties to the hostile group Mara warned us about.

He slid his phone to my front. His picture was his wallpaper, I could tell from the tat on his finger which I saw when he passed the phone to me. It took all the self control in me to not immediately lurch at him. I was already almost fully wasted. And mother nature chose that time to send one of her most sinfully handsome sons. Man! This cannot be true. With my hazy vision, I punched in my correct digits and handed the phone back to him, still without looking. “It's two things, either you have a great deal of self control, or you're too wasted to raise your head up. Your head is the only one that hasn't turned since I walked in through that door.” Mr Intruder said. “The name is Lucas.”

He would be patrolling the borders to deter intruders. "Listening!" Kallum, on my side, stiffened and was on guard as he listened. "A female intruder got caught on the east side. She's now restrained." "What does she look like? Does she look like a rogue?" Kallum asked, walking over to the window and peering outside while I kept my gaze fixed on them. "Nothing sort of Rogue. She's geared with knives and dressed for her agenda." Rody explained. "Good. Keep an eye on her. We'll be there shortly," Kallum said, and we ended the communication link. As soon as we did, my brother growled from his chest. I grabbed his arm to prevent him from acting on impulse.

“Alert. Unauthorized presence on-premises. Alert. Unauthorized presence on-premises.” Ava felt her heart begin to pound. She’d been careful; she was sure of it. And she couldn’t see Xavier making some novice mistake. She looked at her watch – they only had about ten minutes before they were supposed to meet up at the tunnel and only about ten more before Dylan and Liam came in to back them up. “Sir, we’ve located the intruder!” Ava felt her lungs seize as angry footsteps stomped past the closet she hid in, expensive dress loafers creating a clipped staccato on the tile flooring.