Last Cyberpsycho Location Romane & Geschichten

My throat felt like I had swallowed glass. "He’s in Room 403," she said, nodding toward the wall. "He’s still under. His vitals didn't stabilize as quickly as yours after the River Reset." I looked down at my arms. There were no sun and moon scars. There were only the purple bruises of IV sites and the white plastic band of a hospital ID. MAYA MOREAU. DIAGNOSIS: SHARED DISSOCIATIVE PSYCHOSIS (Experimental Neural Link Therapy). "The Silver Peak," I whispered. "The vampires. The debt. Was any of it..."

he muttered. Jayce exhaled smoke like confession. "We needed neutral ground. And ghosts prefer pews." Eli glanced up at the ceiling, vines creeping along its ribs. "Looks like God stopped listening." Jayce crushed the cigarette beneath his boot. "Maybe He never did." Time: 7:12 p.m. Location: Cathedral Basement Candles lined the old catacombs, casting long shadows on the cracked walls. A table stood at the center, and on it—files, maps, a burner phone.

"Guess where." I leaned to my back chair but stay silent. I wasn't a fan of guessing game, and Cyan sure knew that. Since we've tried to track down that mysterious bastard, he was everywhere. Bangkok, Thailand, Indonesia, Egypt, and even Alaska. I knew that you could be in one place and anywhere at the same time. Internet and technology made that happen. But the fact that your body could only be in one place was true. He was somewhere. I just didn't know where. "Come on, Matt. Entertain me," Cyan grunted, but later he answered the question himself. "His last trace was in New York. Last night, 9 PM."

Getting too close to the girl was never part of the deal. The rooftop door opened, and in walked Benito, my tech guy. Skinny, twitchy, always sweating, even in winter. But his brain? Priceless. He carried his laptop like a newborn, typing as he walked. “I’ve got a trace,” he said, not bothering to sit. “I tracked Caspian’s last known coordinates,” he said. I looked up at him instantly, my pulse kicking up again. “And?” Benito turned the screen to me. A map glowed on the display, with heat signatures and surveillance data pinpointed in red.

I wanted to be prepared for her this time, and there was no fucking way I was going to let her slip. However, a couple more days passed, and she didn't do anything. I tried to reach out to the servers, but I got nothing. This made me anxious. I wondered if she did something to my serves. If she physically destroyed them, then I'd be heartbroken, but it'd fuel my blood thirst for her. I mentally plotted all the things I was going to do to her once she was caught. I'd make her beg for her life. We had a lot of old unfinished business together that I'd gladly take care of. After Aiden had gone through the code with the cyber team, they had managed to get a location, but it wasn't exact. It was

Ruby’s phone had last pinged near the outskirts of town, where Lisa lived. A cold feeling settled in my gut. “Lisa?” I repeated, reading the screen again just to be sure. “She was with Lisa?” My Beta nodded. “That’s what the data shows. They met some nights ago, near the café on Greenhill Road. After that, nothing.” I didn’t waste time. Within minutes, we were already driving toward Lisa’s cabin in the woods. The place looked smaller than I remembered, but something about it felt wrong. The windows were shut tight, and the air around the cabin was thick, stale. My wolf stirred uneasily under my skin.

Nicholas said. "Good." Alicia then looked at Noel and Nicholas in turn. "Also, have you gotten any information on how and where the perpetrator got the cyanide?" "Our Cyber Police are investigating dark sites that might still be active and trading the stuff there," Noel replied straightforwardly. "Hopefully the results of the report will come out quickly." And the second after that, they were silent and contemplating this case for a while. Finally, the lanky girl opened her voice. "By the way, have you checked the theater center's VVIP guest list on the day Mrs. Portman died?"

Suddenly, I was tumbling back into an abyss of darkness, an abyss in my mind. It had taken many sessions with a psychologist to restore my calm and sense of security. Seeing that dreadful photograph had plunged me back into a world of darkness, and I had to be sedated after a while. Schwartz had been summoned and he held my hand, whispering words of affection as i lay, sobbing softly, safe in Lucien’s strong arms until I fell into a dreamless sleep. * Lucien paced about the room restlessly, barking orders on the phone. As he had expected, the ip address was untraceable.

Casper said the both of them going to their car Ryan didn't know we have his location , he's currently in an abandoned warehouse in my middle of nowhere , Francesco gave it to him because that place used to be a secret auction house for human trafficking for the Mexicans , when I exposed it to the government the place was closed and that's why Francesco hates me, I put a device that allows me know when someone trespassed and when I received the signal I thought it would be Francesco tying to continue his business but I was shocked to see Ryan. My men are already hiding around and there's no way Ryan would escape this time. “ Casper , your mom said we should not kill ourselves .” Hardin said