Kill Switch Book Novels & Stories

But then again, I rarely ever knew why I mostly had to taste his wrath on a daily basis. “One thing that I want you to start learning about me, malyshka,” Alpha Killian said, closing the cap as he was done. He didn’t bother looking at me for a few seconds, but his voice sent shivers down my spine as he spoke, and I couldn’t help but feel my heart race as fear coursed through my veins at his cold tone, “I don’t like liars.” “Alpha…”

"You are really alive." "If you are watching this, Marcus has probably forced your hand. Probably threatened people you love. Do not negotiate with him. He will kill you anyway." Colt leaned back. "Instead, use the key. Go to the safety deposit box. At Bank of America. Downtown LA. Box 1147. And activate the kill switch. It will destroy Marcus's network. His connections. Everything he has built." "But you said it would destroy everyone connected—" "It will. Including me. Including Victor. Including everyone who ever touched that information." Colt smiled sadly. "But it will also free you. Free the club. Free everyone from this cycle of violence and secrets."

​He lunged. ​He didn't aim for Cyrus. He aimed for the Archive’s Cooling Vent. ​As Cyrus’s finger descended toward the button, Kael jammed the rebar into the spinning fans of the terminal. The machine let out a shriek of tortured silicon. Sparks showered the cavern as the "Kill-Switch" signal was redirected into the terminal's own internal logic. ​The map of Haida Gwaii on the screen vanished, replaced by a single, scrolling line of code:

“Yours. That is why this hurts.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small device. Her breath hitched. “What is that?” “A kill switch,” he said. “Not for you.” “For who.” “For the hospital.” Her eyes widened. “Are you insane?” “They are coming,” he said. “Not the police. Not the media. People who clean problems. If they reach this floor, everyone in this room dies quietly and the story ends.” Isabella shook her head. “There has to be another way.”

She was far from home and she was in unknown territory. Finding what he was looking for, he tilted the book with the title on its spine, To Kill A Mockingbird. A resounding click was heard, and the bookshelves parted into two like the Red Sea to reveal the titanium door with a security pad on the side. Phil punched in the codes in haste, and before you know it, they were inside the secret room.

Trigger warning - rated 18+ This book has graphic sex scenes, addiction to sex, violence like murder and threats, betrayal, grief, and trauma. It shows sex used for control or revenge. If you’re sensitive to sexual coercion, addiction, or strong violence, please be careful. CHAPTER 1 ~ Skye ~ Nova pinned me hard against the wall. His thick cock was buried balls-deep inside my soaking pussy. He thrust up into me with steady, brutal force. Each stroke stretched me wide open and slammed right into that sweet spot until my legs shook.

"Tell me you can bypass the physical lock." "I can't," I said, my fingers shaking as they hovered over the keys. The blue light of my laptop was the only thing standing against the red, pulsing emergency strobes of the server room. "The Weaver didn't just hijack the software, Enzo. He’s bypassed the kernel’s safety protocols. He’s slaved the electromagnetic locks to a 'Dead Man’s Switch.' If I force the door, the servers don't just shut down—they dump their halon gas. We’ll be dead before the bolt moves an inch." Santino groaned from the floor, a dark smear of blood leaking from his mouth where Enzo’s fist had shattered his composure. He looked up at the flickering monitor, his eyes wide wit

I remind him. "Chana sent out some feelers in the hacking community. She didn’t like admitting it, but among his peers he’s seen as a genuine prodigy. If anyone can get in and out before the tripwires snap, it’s him. You can have Chana watch him." "A prodigy who tripped a Level 4 kill switch," Kir mutters darkly. "Because of a localized power outage," I correct, defending the golden boy. "Not because his code was sloppy. Come on, Kir. You know having the blackmail material changes the entire board. Right now, we’re playing defense against an invisible enemy. If we get the information Scott is so desperate to protect, we go on the offensive."

"You don't get to leave without my permission." "Viktor?" "Gone. He didn't have a beacon." She tried to shift the debris, but it was useless. The weight was immense. She looked at his wound—the blood was a dark, spreading stain on the white snow. It was a "Killer's Wound." She knew the look of it. It was final. "Sloane, listen," Julian coughed, a spray of crimson hitting his lips. "The 'Heartbeat' drive... I didn't just delete the files. I... I left a back door. A final kill-switch."

The door hissed open, and the bomb lay before them—a black steel cylinder, flashing red, cabled into the server racks. “Fifty seconds,” Killian said, pulling out a pen-sized decryption tool. “Cover me.” Elena crouched beside him, watching the hallway. Her heart thundered in sync with the blinking red light on the bomb. Killian’s fingers were steady as he unscrewed the panel and accessed the circuit board. “She copied my fail-safe sequence. Rewired it.” “You can still stop it, right?” He didn’t answer. Elena looked back. “Killian?”