My Personal Account Was Disabled Novels & Stories

She was dismissing him. A sick pressure built in his skull. He threw the phone. It hit the wall with a loud crack and clattered to the tile. The screen went black. “You stupid bitch!” he yelled. “You answer your phone!” His key had been declined that afternoon. He tried to log into the company’s server. ~ACCESS DENIED. His password, which he’d had for a decade, no longer worked. He tried the online banking portal for the main operating account. ~USER NOT RECOGNIZED. He tried the portal for the mining authority. The page loaded, but his login credentials returned an error. ~STATUS: INACTIVE.

Whoever took that money out of the account managed to get a hold of my private information and used my name. They wiped all traces of themselves from the record. They also made it, so the banks won’t release any further information by changing some of the details on my account. Without knowing that information, the banks are flagging me for fraud, and they won’t release any further information to me. I’ve been locked out of the account I’ve been managing for the last couple of months and there’s nothing I can do about it. Not even Mr. Whitlock is able to get into the account. This person has so many different connections that the team CEO can’t get into it.

she asked one last time, her voice barely audible as she looked up at her sister. “You can pull out if you are not certain!” Isla's voice sounded so angry now, as she got ready to stand up. “Wait!” Ivy was quick to stop her, as she instantly clicked on the ‘send’ cursor instantly, “I did it.” A wave of nausea washed over her, but she pushed it down, her fingers quickly navigating to the account settings as her heart raced. She followed the steps they had practiced earlier, disabling the account in a matter of moments even if she was still not convinced.

Hello everyone. I'm Aisa, the author of this work. First of all, I want to sincerely apologize for disappearing. These past few years have been crazy, full of challenges, and I haven't always been able to overcome them. The pandemic has affected me deeply, and this has forced me to distance myself from many of the things I loved. Quitting writing was the most difficult and painful decision I've ever had to make in my entire life. As I faced life's difficulties, I lost access to this account and tried every way possible to find it again. In the process, I accidentally opened two other accounts, and I don't think I'll ever use them. They will remain there as a reminder of my failures and my pe

"You cut his foundation right out from under him in front of his shareholders. He won't just sit back and take that." ​Before I could answer, my phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn't a call. It was a formal push notification from my banking app. ​I picked up the phone, tapped the screen, and stared at the alert on the display. ​My personal accounts ending in 4082 had been locked per a legal notice filed by Blackwell Entertainment Group. ​My chest went tight. I tapped the screen repeatedly, trying to force the app to open my savings, but the system blocked me out completely. Every single dollar I had saved from my independent production fees over the past three years was sitting in those j

Hundreds of strangers were typing cruel messages about my body, my past, and my position at Kingsley Global Holdings. "You are right," I said. "I am done reading this." "Are you going to deactivate your accounts?" Naomi asked. "Yes," I said firmly. "I am not going to sit here and let random strangers pick apart my weight, my clothes, and my choices." I tapped open my profile settings on my main photo app. I scrolled straight to the bottom of the account menu. Are you sure you want to deactivate your account? the prompt asked. I pressed the red Confirm button without hesitating. The screen flashed white, and the profile disappeared.

But I also didn’t want to be killed right now. My lips parted as I feigned movement, bringing the meat closer to my mouth but at the last second, I froze. My entire body revolted. His gaze darkened. "Eat it." A lump formed in my throat. I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling around the chunk of flesh. "I can't eat it , I'm a vegetarian", I failed to it and spoke. "This little human thinks , I like being disrespected. First take her in the dungeon, and starve her for three days",

Now I wasn't sure anymore. And neither was I. I had spent my teen years building this, making sure no one could get access to any of it, but I was wrong. They beat me to it. And they had taken something I could not afford to lose. Then— BEEP. My phone buzzed. I ignored it. I still felt the notification, and I glanced down at it. ACCOUNT FROZEN Court Preservation Order Executed. I blinked. What the heck! Only one account. Well, it wasn't my largest and neither the most valuable. The easiest one to replace.

Did god take pity on me and decide to answer my prayers? Feeling like I’m going fucking crazy, I wrap my arms around myself. Rocking back and forth, I wait for the unwanted lust to come back, to attack me again. When it doesn’t, when only the ache of emptiness pulses weakly behind my ribs, I pick up my phone. Touching the screen, I try to bring up the time, but it remains blank. I guess it died sometime last night. Sighing, I plug it into the charger and proceed to get dressed. Who knows what will happen today. There’s hope inside me that I will get away.

However, every payment was made from an account under my name, Noah Callahan. Aiden's instincts kicked in right away. 'Something's off. Why has Noah covered all the major expenses in that family?' He kept reading. Then, he found my diagnosis report stating in black and white that I had been suffering from acute kidney failure. The dates on the report matched almost exactly those on the bills. As my body failed, my family quietly drained my savings to buy Natalia a car and a house. The realization hit Aiden so hard he staggered to the bathroom, retching in horror.