Michelle Hacker Novels & Stories

Michelle's POV I had lived behind the streets of the family's gold-encrusted life, an unobtrusive witness to greed and the power struggle. My name is Michelle Carter, and after having been directly employed by Zack Lawson…period that has given me more scars than memories of love. I would never have suspected that fate would lead me before Jane Harrison, my life destroyed by the very same black lies I had been seeking to flee from for all these years.

“Traced back to a shell corp called Ravenco Holdings. It’s registered under a fake director in Panama.” “Too far removed,” I muttered. “We need something that ties directly to Lazarus.” “There’s one more lead,” she said. “A hacker-for-hire named Miko. She was contracted to erase some of the original audit trails. And she just reached out—says she’s willing to talk, for the right price.” “Set up a meeting,” I said. “Today.” The café was tucked between two abandoned warehouses on the outskirts of Wynwood—low-profile, grimy, perfect.

Hacking wasn't Larissa's forte, and she had obtained this Trojan program from Zayn. Their group of companions each possessed unique talents. Larissa was adept in medicine, Zayn was a skilled hacker, Rachel excelled in covert operations, and Galileo was a versatile talent. Miranda took a sip of red wine and turned on the television. Suddenly, a line of red, blood-dripped text appeared on the screen. "Go to hell, Miranda!" She looked as if she had seen a ghost. Her hand trembled, knocking over the red wine glass. The vivid red liquid spilled all over her, but she didn't bother to wipe it off. She stared at the television in inexplicable horror.

The attackers inside pounded on the door, their panicked shouts muffled by the thick glass. The girl turned to me, her grin mischievous. “You're welcome." —- Her name was Mimi Ray. Unlike anyone I've ever met. Funny how her last name is Ray’s first name. She confirmed that she has nothing to do with Ray, genetically or whatsoever. “Hackers,” she said, flipping a knife between her fingers as we sat in the cramped safehouse she had found somewhere. “We’re the real power players, you know. People think guns and muscle win wars, but it’s information that changes the game.”

“Including the attack on the Manor the other day and the assassination attempt on Silas White in prison." The room erupted in chaos. The directors stared at each other with pale faces. "This is slander!" Miles stood up, his previously calm face now flushed red. "You hacked private data and forged it! Who would believe the word of a hacker from a criminal family?" "I didn’t just hack, Miles," Liora stared at him sharply. "I traced every bit of data you sent.” And guess what? You used the same encryption protocol my mother Sofia developed. “You stole my mother’s research years ago to build your own network of traitors."

the Weaver’s heavily modulated, metallic voice echoed from the speakers. Miller let out a ragged breath of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. But Miller wasn't nearly as smart as he thought he was. He didn't see the secondary code running silently in the background of the Weaver's screen. The elite hacker had absolutely no loyalty to a middle-man like Miller. The Weaver was a mercenary, and the Blackwood Alpha and Beta were paying infinitely more money than the High Council ever had. While Miller desperately thought his digital footprints were being permanently erased, the Weaver was methodically pulling every single document, every encrypted message, and every signed invoice b

Sharp eyes, sharper tongue. “Thought you were dead,” she said flatly. “Disappointed I’m not?” Rafael replied. Kira smirked. “Only if it means less chaos.” Next was Lucien Marek, a hacker so infamous his name was whispered in both intelligence and mafia circles. His black nail polish gleamed as he offered Sophia a lopsided grin. “So you’re the woman who turned the Reaper into a man again.” Sophia raised a brow. “Depends on the day.”

I ask next, observing her free hand move to her navel as she shakes her head letting a small involuntary whimper escape her lips. “No, if I had any idea of what they planned I would have told Ryder, and then you, she might have been my twin, but I would never have helped, or let her murder innocent people,” Michelle looks me in the eye with a sad sympathetic expression, and I nod seeing the truth in her eyes as well as hearing it in her voice and heartbeat. “Do you know Dagon, or have you ever been contacted by him or his followers?” I inquire, watching Michelle look down and take a deep breath, my brow furrows wondering why she is hesitating.

Plenty of books on hacking and coding lined the shelves, and several servers were on her desk. "This is my study. I usually tinker with small projects here." "Oh…" Miles's gaze lingered on the computer screen and the books. Astonished, he said, "You're a hacker?" Faith blurted out, "Mr. Chadwick, it's merely a hobby. I've never done anything illegal." Miles was amused by her skittishness. "Don't be so nervous. I'm here as a guest, not to search for evidence of a crime.

Hunter was looking for pieces of evidence against her for the past two days. He had asked one of his men to look into her past but he found nothing. The way he explained that the person named Silvia Macklin doesn't even exist left Hunter curious and on edge. His plan of framing her went down the drain and Alpha King tried to hurt Violet despite Hunter's deadly warning.