Mind Virus Book Novels & Stories

But Minsk kept silent at him instead, just looking at him although he was expecting more from Tony. "What do you have to say about that brother from another mother?" "Don't you consider my statement golden?" Tony asked. "I would only consider it golden if at all you have more shits you can say" "Because you have no idea how important we would be with those books!" "The books are capable of raising the Dead" "With those books you can find someone and bring him back right from hell, just too powerful to be explain" Minsk said as Tony looks at him for a while, almost like he was left with no words because he can already see how serious Minsk looks in stealing those books just because of his sel

Azrael asked. “I haven’t gone far into the book but it’s a story based on an actual schizophrenic patient the writer knew; it was meant to educate the public about various mental disorders in the mental asylum they call hell. I thought it would be fun reading a genre I’m not too familiar with.” I explained as I touched the front of the book. “I can recommend something if you get hitched. Utopia by Kelvin McLean. It’s about a nymphomaniac struggling to overcome his issue so that he can be in a happy relationship with the woman he’s been in love with for seven years.” Azrael recommended.

Why could someone like him be so focused on making viruses for eighteen years to infiltrate his own CEO? It was as if he knew what she was thinking; Louis swallowed another spoonful of ice cream that she handed him, his fingers tapping on the keyboard, and he spoke in a low voice, “A virus isn’t necessarily a bad thing; it can not only be used to check on oneself but also to deal with those annoying people, and it can also give oneself what is necessary.” Naturally, a woman like her thought viruses were the same as bacteria and not something good. “Is that true?”

"Is it a disease or something else? We just started freshman year. We can't die here!" "Exactly, Wendy. My boyfriend's hand is rotting too. If you know anything, you have to tell us!" I deliberately sighed. "Actually, I'm not sure either... But I thought something was wrong just now. It seems like all the men whose skin is decaying had contact with Aurora." "Young men who had been in contact with Aurora?" "John Smith! Didn't you say you had no interest in Aurora? Then what's this?! You hooked up with another woman behind my back!"

Bodies lay on the floor carelessly and the smell of decay and burnt flesh hit my nose from every angle. You might be wondering who I am. Richard Williams, that's my name. A special Force in the US military with two tours in Afghanistan and one in Iraq. It's been three weeks since the virus broke out, three weeks since I got separated from my wife and daughter. The thought of them brought a sad look on my face, one soon which to that of fright when I heard a loud scream close by. It was followed by a gunshot and then another. The screams and gunshots echoed across the street and I wondered who the fool was. A gunshot is enough to draw the attention of the whole infected in the area, not to ta

I screamed. I grabbed the black wedge of the virus with my mental grip, the coldness of it nearly snapping my focus. I didn't try to erase it. Instead, I wrapped it in a layer of my own golden code and Reassigned it. grabbed the black wedge of the virus with my mental grip, the coldness of it nearly snapping my focus. I didn't try to erase it. Instead, I wrapped it in a layer of my own golden code and forced a Type-Cast. On the ship’s ancient HUD, the flickering red warning

His lustful growls were still echoing in her mind, setting a wave of distress to run through her body. She had a sliver of hope that he wouldn't force himself on her, but it died in this very room, on his very bed. Perhaps she had forgotten that nothing is ever exactly as it appears. Appearances can be deceiving. Words are veiled. As the memories kept returning, playing right before her eyes as if she were reliving those traumatic moments again, tears that were beginning to form at the corners of her eyes began to melt down her pale face.

"We were caught off guard by the hints of the apocalypse that abruptly arose during the day. The downpour was a scapegoat that inevitably we can't control. Hence, the government suspected that the virus ripened through that, whom the unidentified person stirred something in the rain. Certainly, they did a terrific deed on spewing the drizzle with exotic granules and motley into a mass as it receded down the Earth." I warped my body in the chair. Then, I reaped into a profound thought. I don't even know if it's feasible to do all of this but with the person behind who puts forth with dominance, I can't halt myself but to think doubly on how heinous and rotten that person can be for doing this

"Oh? Go on." "Have you ever heard of a hive mind virus?" I said. With the desk between the two of us, I was preparing myself to leap over it and attack the older man. Thinker's devotion to taking down the senator may have affected my mind during the memory sync. Even the consideration of attacking a senator would have sounded ludicrous only hours before. He turned around slowly, the look in his eye precarious, and looked me from my head to my toes and back up. It was the look of appraisal.