Isolation Novels & Stories

The world had shrunk to the polished mahogany of Sebastian’s desk, the cool black glass of the city view, and the relentless, echoing rhythm of my own keystrokes. Days bled into nights under Full Isolation. My routine was an exhausting cycle of research, analysis, brief, heavily supervised sleep on the office sofa, and shared, silent meals with Sebastian. The lack of any external distraction magnified Sebastian’s presence tenfold; he was not just my employer, but the architect of my containment, the sole arbiter of my safety, and the object of my terrifying, evolving fascination.

“I do not believe you.” Whoever was on the other side of that door couldn’t be here to help me. I wouldn’t let myself believe that this nightmare could be coming to an end after almost 8 months of isolation and self preservation. “Cara, I promise I have no intention of hurting you.” The mans’ voice sounded deep and soothing. It also could be that I have not heard another voice in so long. "How did you find me? Did he send you?” My voice was accusing and questioning as I looked down at Carlos' body. I could not trust anyone. "Because he is gone."

"Right now it's at absolute zero." "Oh well. That'll change." "You seem really sure of that, Doc," Mark pointed out. "Mark, I'm very good at my job. Everyone here on the Island is," She explained. "I'm recommending you have this injection, because it's the smart thing to do, and it certainly won't do any harm. Now, are you planning on having any babies in the next eight weeks?" "What? No." "Then what's the big deal. Take the injection." She shrugged and disappeared into a side room.

He exclaimed. Lauren gasped, "Apologies, Doctor." Osler looked through the microscope again and gasped. He turned the nobs but all he could see was just Tierra's blood. "Is everything alright, Doctor?" Lauren asked. Osler ignored her, grabbing the blood that's left and poured it over the virus that was on another microscope. He looked through it and again, the virus had disappeared. He chuckled. "Doctor?" Lauren tried again.

Didn't he hate her? Didn't he wish that he didn't have any contact with her?! What was going on? Evangeline was still shocked even after she had been pulled far away by Zion to a secluded place. Zion realized that he was holding Evangeline's hand and quickly let go. "Do you know where this place is? Do you think the isolation sector is fun? How old are you? What if you're infected with the virus here? You'll be isolated if you're infected! That's not the worst part. If you can't be cured in time, do you know that you might die?"

Or innocence. It was about signal strength inside a system. And hers was weakening. Not because of truth. But because of classification. Aurora looked down briefly. Processing. Not emotion. Impact. Then she spoke again. “This means I’m closer to being isolated,” she said. Elias didn’t deny it. “Yes.” A pause. “And that means I become easier to position,” she added. “Yes.” Silence. Not fear. Not panic. Recognition of trajectory. Aurora stood again.

“Someone who understands what you and Lucian are. Someone who believes the world isn’t ready for it.” Eva swallowed hard. “And what happens when you’re done observing us?” Isabelle tilted her head. “Then, my dear, we begin containment.” Eva’s breath hitched. “Containment?” “Don’t worry,” Isabelle said softly. “It’s nothing personal. Stability always comes at a cost.” And then—she pressed a button on her wrist. The lights dimmed. The doors locked. The air filled with the low hum of electromagnetic interference. Eva stepped back, her pulse roaring in her ears.

Avery reached out with a swift movement and tore the document from his hand, unfolding it under the dim light. Facility Matrix: St. Margaret’s Psychiatric Institution, Isolation Sector B-3. "She is locked within a maximum-security personal quarantine zone; zero external entities are granted clearance," Wenger murmured, his weight slumping back into the cushions. "Extracting those coordinates pushed my network to its absolute threshold. Avery, do not execute an intervention. That entire facility functions as the sovereign territory of Jessica Winster. Dominic operates a direct transaction with her department. Jessica maintains the isola

“What’s happening again, why’s it doing this? It’s been doing it actually. Before you came in, Alina.” I looked up then, the sides of the walls around. Noticing how the lights dulled but never truly went off. “It’s the Selection Isolation Mode.” I said, explaining. “It’s been activated but not fully. It dulls when the room is in active use. Like a selection is on going.” “Selection? But there’s no selection on going right now.” Daniel spat heatedly, anxious. “There was no selection on going before, there’s none now and it’s still doing this. Why?”

<<57>> * Nothing is impossible. The only thing that is impossible is what you make impossible. * **** A week later... Malisa received a call from an unknown number... At first she hesitated on picking the call.. but she changed her mind and picked it up... " Hey, Isa! " Gabriella's enthusiastic voice rang out from the other end surprising, Malisa... " Sis, it's you. " " Yes. I got your number from Mary. " " Okay... So how are you, sis? "