Man System Novels & Stories

THE MAN IN YELLOW

The man’s gaze drifted slightly, as if the pain of speaking was pulling him away. “A system,” he said. “Hidden and automatic.” Nathan’s fingers moved quickly on his tablet. “What does it do?” he asked. The man’s voice dropped even lower. “It breaks you slowly,” he whispered. My heart beat a little faster. “How?” I asked. His eyes met mine one last time. “By taking everything,” he said. The words hung in the air. Adrian’s expression hardened. “Be specific.” The man tried to speak again, but his breath caught.

Stop fucking around bro and you seriously need to change your message system. "I know. How're things on the mystery O person, have you managed to find out who they are?" "I have." "Well, don't leave me in suspense. Bro, who is it?" "A guy named Orion Miller. He's kind of relative to the Millers. He works in Italy alongside Renzo Marino. He must've been there when Orlando and Daniel were there for their business meeting. He must've been watching their every move to get those photos. Something is very shady bro. Something bad is going to come down."

And it wasn’t done biting. I didn’t call Evan back. Not yet. Instead, I opened my laptop. Old instincts kicked in before I could stop them. I pulled up public records. Case histories. Patterns. Marcus Delgado’s name appeared again and again, always just outside the spotlight. Deals that fell apart conveniently. Firms that folded after crossing him. Careers quietly destroyed. A slow, sick realization crept in. “This isn’t personal,” I whispered. “It’s systematic.” My hands trembled—not with fear, but with something sharper.

He was holding Jacob in his arms. Behind Harold, Susan smiled at me. "Sorry to bother you." I froze in place. The cold night breeze swept through the living room, chilling me to the bone. "Why are you bringing them back here?" The words came out through gritted teeth. They pushed us out everywhere else, and now they wanted to invade the only space Yvette and I had left? At first, Harold avoided my gaze, but after hearing my question, he frowned and suddenly acted self-righteously. "Jacob's condition is unstable, so he needs me around.

Thinking that the man would open the window if she mentions Lucia. "Hello, mister. Sorry to trouble you. I know you don't know me.I’m Lucia’s sister. I just saw her get out of your car. How do you know my sister?” Renata refused to believe that any man could ignore her and continued knocking on the window. A few seconds later, the car window slowly rolled down. When she saw the man sitting in the car, Renata felt her breath hitch. Her heart also skipped a beat. The car was parked at a spot which has less illumination and the window was only half opened, but this did not prevent her from seeing the man in the car. She could only see his side profile, but his facial features were very striking

He stumbled back, cursing. The twin’s face drained of color. “It’s locked.” Her father looked like he was watching history repeat itself. “You don’t have much time,” the gray-suited man said calmly. He wasn’t shouting. He didn’t need to. “The system is self-correcting.” “Correcting what?” Ryan yelled. “An imbalance.” Twenty-six. Ariana forced herself to focus. Not panic. Panic would feed it. She could feel the architecture now — threads connecting her to Mason, lines of energy spiraling between them like two stars caught in each other’s gravity.

Another pause. “And this is what you chose to do with your freedom.” Elias’s expression hardened instantly. “You shouldn’t have come personally.” The man almost smiled faintly. “And leave years of work vulnerable to emotional instability?” His gaze shifted briefly toward Oliver. Then Ariana. Then Clara. “You already know how inefficient attachment becomes.” Oliver stepped forward immediately. “You manipulated people’s lives.” The man looked toward him calmly. “No.” A pause. “We studied human response systems.” Daniel whispered under his breath:

Damon blinked a few times and took a step back. His mouth opened and closed a few times, unsure of what to say. “She owns copyrights to a security system.” Ethan put his arm around me. Damon put his hands on his hips and frowned. “I’m going to need you to break it down for me.” “The Anderson System. More specifically, the Model G version for your understanding.” I said, hoping he didn’t freak out on me. “What is our security system…”

But compared to all the things he had been through in the past couple of hours alone, that revelation was pretty trivial. Slowly, Mane also drifted off to sleep; the sweet fragrance of the warm beauty within his arms serving as his lullaby. As he did, he couldn’t help but wonder how his friends were doing – his other friends. Were they already on Systema? And if they were, how were their trials going?