Kill Switch Book Novels & Stories

Just as panic and regret threatened to overwhelm me, a cold, authoritative voice cut through the chaos from the doorway. "What's going on here? Why is it so noisy?"

"Tell me you can kill the signal before the Circle finds the uplink." "I can't!" I shouted back, the frustration boiling over. "The Glass Ledger was a one-way key, Julian! It was designed to activate, not to retract. My father didn't build a kill switch; he built a fail-safe that ensured no one could ever turn the 'soul' off once it was sparked."

Inspector Ken supported him so that he doesn’t fall. “Students please take him away and call a doctor immediately.” Inspector Ken called some students who took the principal away. “Modus operandi is same as the Charlotte’s case,” Inspector Kenneth said to his assistant on which Miguel nodded “Possible serial killing, it could be the same killer…” Miguel stated “Perhaps” Inspector Kenneth said nodding “It’s sad” Nick said in a sad tone “yes, it is sad but timing was right. Now Gina is saved from those awful stupid dancing.” Rocky said giggling

He re-emerged with an old worn leather book, Alissa could see slips of paper sticking out of it. He placed it on the table and opened it. “This, is our biggest secret, you must never tell a soul unless they come to you in this trouble.” He pushed the book towards her pointing to a yellowed piece of paper that had been stuck to the page. Alissa read the fading ink

Unmistakable. “Don’t let it pick you. If you win, you die.” Eden stared at it. Then read the diagnostic Nova attached silent lines of brutal truth. The kill switch was real. In her. Buried during the purge. Activated only if the system chose her willingly. Cassian stepped forward as the color drained from her face. “What is it?” She didn’t answer. She moved. Straight to the terminal. No hesitation. No hesitation left to give. She began pulling override threads, rerouting legacy loops, pushing Marcus’s command structure out from beneath her feet before it could trigger.

Kyle said seriously. I nodded and check my phone. I texted Taylor about my children and Arianne. While waiting for his reply, I also send a message to my secretary Mr. Fowler. Before I left, I kind of secretly ordered him to report to me everything that is happening or any event on my building. He knows that he can message me directly. “Buddy, how’s Kristinn? I’m glad you put out a good reason to leave her side even if she is heavy with your child!?!!” I said turning to Mason.

The weight in the suitcase shifted towards me and I felt myself stumble backwards, gravity taking hold. I let out a noise of surprise as I felt myself begin to fall backwards. My head and back hit into something hard and I let out a squeak in surprise. I was still standing upright somehow. Then I felt the sparks. Alpha Killian had a hand on each of my arms, my back against his chest as he steadied me before I could fall. The sparks ran down the length of my arms and eased some of the annoyance I had been feeling.

I was killing her. I don’t know why I didn’t let go when she was wiggling; I didn’t know I was adding another number to my list. I didn’t mean to kill her. When I finally let go of her, she motionlessly fell on the floor. I was alarmed because I still expected her to fight but she was not moving. I didn’t know I had just killed her. I checked her pulse and there was none. My whole body froze, my head spun, and I lost consciousness.

"If you take your thumb off that switch, I will snap your spine so slowly you will beg for hell." "I don't think you understand the math of the board, King," Vance laughed nervously, stepping behind his four mercenaries. "This trigger is a dual relay dead man switch. If I press it, the thermite detonates, and your children burn. If you kill me and my thumb slips... the override sequence completes, the nuclear silos open, and the entire city burns." Vance raised his chin, his eyes gleaming with the phantom arrogance of a man who thought he had finally cornered the apocalypse.

Karma couldn't tell if it was real or fake, but it was not her business. Karma pulled out the spare keycard and slid it through the reader. The lock clicked open. She pushed the door hard. It slammed against the wall with a crack like a gunshot. Wood splintered as the door crashed against the wall. Mia's body went rigid. A scream tore from her throat in fear. "What's happening?" Marcus yanked at the restraints. The metal bit into his skin. "Who's there? What—" Karma walked in calmly, not in a hurry and unbothered, with the knife in her hand. She reached for the door and shut it.