O'block Novels & Stories

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"Do it!" I sprinted toward the maintenance panel, my hands flying over the controls. I didn't need to read the labels; I could *see* the result of every lever I pulled. The pipes hissed and groaned, releasing a thick, blinding curtain of steam into the main tunnel just as the agents rounded the corner. Back in the vault, Leo finished the final line of code. "It’s done! The data is queued. As soon as the main broadcast starts, it’s going to hit every screen in Oakhaven."

He placed his massive, uninjured left hand flat against the marble, his piercing, ice-blue eyes lifting to lock into my emerald stare with an absolute, unbending aristocratic coldness. "The block is not a punitive restriction of your personal autonomy, Phoebe," he stated, his deep baritone dropping into that sub-zero register he used to manage international corporate crises from his glass study. "It is a mandatory defensive parameter enforced by the central terminal. At precisely 04:12 hours, the regional intercept units logged a high-velocity data transmission originating from an unverified server node in the downtown municipal district. The primary target vector was the inbound data path o

Everything taken to the auction was edited fake material. Only then did my emotions settle slightly. I noticed more than a hundred messages on my phone, all from Julian. How laughable. He had caused my tragedy with his own hands, and now he wanted forgiveness? I blocked him directly. At that moment, every television in the hospital seemed to be infected with a virus and began playing the auction livestream. Apart from the fake photos of me, there were private photos of other girls too. I glanced at Callum. "You're a lawyer..."

“You’re serious.” “Dead serious.” JR crossed his arms, his muscles flexing under his shirt. “Thirty days becomes sixty. More if we both want it. You stay at my place when our schedules line up and no more hiding and when we’re on the ice? We still bring it, full rivalry, full contact but off the ice…” He reached out and tugged Soren’s hoodie collar aside, exposing the dark hickey he’d left. “You’re mine.” Soren’s breath stuttered. “You want us to keep hating each other publicly while fucking in private? That’s insane.”

she muttered. "Are you Hailey Brooklyn?" A guy in black asked as he walked over to her. "I am... Why?" "The interviewers will like to have you," the guy said. Hailey glanced at the girl beside her whose name is Sarah in shock. "What? It's not yet my turn, my name is 230 and..." "You should go," Sarah said to her. "Okay," she stood up and was led out by the guy. One thing she's sure of is that something is wrong somewhere.

“Now don’t scream, girl! Or else, you might find your life of leniency here inside the ob-lo quickly turn into something very, very grim and dark!” Ninang unbuttoned and pulled down her orange uniform and placed her cunt in front of Nina’s face as she knelt on the floor. Then the woman started pissing on Nina’s soft, plump cheeks. “Drink my pee, girl! Now, now, don’t scream!” Nina was shocked. It seemed as if all the terrible horror stories she heard about the ob-lo suddenly returned to her memories reeking vengeance and, yes, urine. But this was only the beginning.

I won’t stoop that low. “Enough with your crush. What about your lover?” Olive leant her back on the wooden bench. “We aren’t really a thing, though. We are just casually seeing each other.” I raised my right brow, “yeah, totally aren’t a thing since you smile like an idiot while replying him.” She slapped my arm, “it’s because he is a funny guy, duh. Unlike you, who is always serious and nag about anything.” I squinted my eyes ready to argue back but her phone vibrated. Olive smiles smugly at me before reading her lover’s text. But, less than two seconds, she knitted her brow. “What does ‘SSDD’ mean?”

Callie I didn’t waste the day pretending to be patient. Every tick of the clock pushed my thoughts further down a road I’d already decided I wasn’t turning back from. The anticipation built until my skin tingled. He was in his office when I went upstairs, the door shut. I didn’t knock. Instead, I went to my room and pulled the small black box from the back of my drawer, the one I’d told myself I’d never have a reason to use. I had bought it when Jude and I were still together untill…

The oath remains unchanged. TBC.