Intruder Tv Series Novels & Stories

But yet, no reply came. Martinez’s jaw clenched. His patience was wearing thin, but he didn’t let it show. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device— a tracker hidden from the intruder’s view—and a voice recorder. Holding up the recorder, he let the red light blink ominously. “This is your last chance to make things easier for yourself,” he warned. “I’ll ask one more time… Who sent you?” The intruder’s eyes flicked to the recorder, then back to Martinez. For a moment, it seemed like they might crack, as if they might give in and start to talk but then, they let out another low, mocking laugh.

A massive mistake. The guard cleared his throat. "We're currently searching the grounds." Adrian finally spoke. "How many teams?" "Four." "Expand it to eight." "Yes, sir." The guard hesitated. "There is one more thing." Adrian's jaw tightened. "What?" "The cameras lost visual contact with the intruder six minutes after entry." Silence. The room grew colder. "Lost contact?" "Yes, sir." Adrian slowly turned. His expression had become frighteningly calm. "Explain."

silently, not even responding with one word. That might've been because every time they came around, the guards kept the doors opened so they could observe everything that went on inside. Maybe they feared that I would attempt to escape."I know you?"I finally dared to ask and got a thoughtful hum in return."We've only met a handful of times and I would like to introduce myself to you, of course, that is after you're done dressing up."My face heated up at his mention of my lack of clothing and I quickly picked up my clothes from the bed and ran back into the washroom. During all this, luckily, the intruder remained turned away and...sipped? something.After I was properly dressed, I stepped o

“You didn't see the person at all? You are an Alpha, you should be able to catch up with home even if he ran out.” I gave him a bored look. “I had soap all over my face and body when I heard the sound. Before I got out, the Intruder was already out the door. I rushed to the hallway chase after him but he disappeared and he masked his scent so I couldn't chase after him.” He nodded but he still looked unbothered and uninterested. “Was anything stolen from any of us?” “Not that we know of,” I replied. “We are still checking though.”

"Holy shit..." The video hadn't even finished playing before gasps and exclamations rippled through the room. "This is beyond messed up..." "I thought Isla was just so pissed she used AI to fake it—but it's actually real..." "Mr. Gabelman and his sister-in-law broke into Isla's house to have an affair... Madison even went through all of Isla's belongings and ruined her stuff..." "Isla's got some serious patience... if that were me, I'd have lost it yesterday..."

Orion pondered the unfolding events, revealing that the intruder not only delivered the letter to Erin but also installed the bug. He began profiling the suspect: a person of undetermined gender, standing at five-seven. This individual holds the key to the penthouse under investigation and demonstrates proficiency in either hacking or using a spy camera. A brief pause ensued as he observed himself on the screen. Erin widened her eyes as she watched a video of them passionately exchanging kisses. She rode against his body while perched at the corner of the bed, accompanied by audible moans and dirty groans. "Hmmm... this is not what I expected, O!" Marco cast a disapproving glance at him, ful

Just as the scrape of the window being opened echoed through the room, Hayden pulled Myla down to lay on the bed and fires a shot over her at the window, breaking the glass. The intruder let out a surprised yelp and the sound of scrambling as they quickly dismounted off the window ledge and ran off. In his haste, Hayden forgets that he is unable to walk and tries to get off the bed to get a look at the intruder and shoot at them as they retreated. He crashes to the floor as his legs stayed like wet noodles beneath him. Myla lets out a gasp and rushes to his side. “Keep your head down and stay where you are!” Hayden growls at her. Scared that the intruder might return armed and he is too vuln

“Someone killed the feed for exactly two minutes. Just long enough for that silhouette to slip through. When we compared the outline, body type, gait, height, it matches our friend here.” I looked from the screen to the man in the chair. “So,” I said quietly, “you’ve been here before.” The intruder lifted his head, eyes wide and bloodshot. “No,” he rasped. “That’s not me. I swear it.” Garrett gave a short, humorless laugh. “Of course it isn’t.” I stepped closer. “Then explain why you were found tonight, in the same part of the property, with no identification, no phone, and this—”

The figure had avoided all other rooms, making the missing footage from the bedroom a critical gap in the investigation. Despite the incomplete footage, Bentley observed a subtle but important detail: the intruder appeared to limp slightly. It was a minor imperfection in movement, but it stood out against the otherwise smooth motion of the figure. Bentley’s mind raced as he considered the implications. A limp could indicate a specific injury or condition, possibly narrowing down the list of suspects.

“What happened?” He looked at me with an apologetic expression and said, “I’m sorry, Alana. But I have to go. There’s an emergency I must attend to. Adam just mind-linked me. They’ve caught an intruder lurking near your old house. He’s been taken prisoner, and I need to interrogate him myself.” He got out of bed and grabbed his clothes from the closet. He quickly put them on, while I watched him with a sinking feeling. I had a bad feeling about this. I had a very strong feeling that I knew who the intruder was.