Over The Dotted Line Novels & Stories

Controlled. But the stillness doesn’t last. Somewhere ahead, faint at first, comes a sound that doesn’t belong to the quiet. A breathy gasp, a soft thud, the unmistakable rhythm of skin meeting skin. I stop, not because I’m curious, but because noise this early feels like a disruption that demands to be acknowledged. The office two doors down is slightly ajar. I shouldn’t look. But I do.

Luke asks. “Before,” Dillon breathes, his eyes moving to Knox with realisation. “Did I do this?” Dot shakes her head. “No, but I’m certain you helped. Now the four of you come close and put a hand on both of them.” We all move, stretching over to touch both of them with a tangle of limbs. “Anyone else feel like we are playing a game of twister here?” Finley asks and Theo snorts. “Don’t give too much, or we will end up with a pile of you all unconscious,” Mason warns.

The triad stood united. But as my hand hovered over the panel, a new alert flashed on the screens: “External override detected. Agent Chen’s secondary profile uploading.” Chen smiled cold, victorious. “You waited too long.” The blue light flickered red. “Secondary lineage override in progress. Heir designation shifting.” The doors sealed again locked from outside. Chen’s team advanced guns trained on Dante and Rocco. Sofia whispered: “She wins.” But Dante’s voice low, lethal in my ear: “Not yet.”

"You've appeared on the board thrice tonight. With official signal. How do you think that came about?" "Official signal?" I repeated, frowning in confusion. "What is that? I only got to know about the board tonight." Mark moved then. Closer to me but facing the electronic board above him. Pointing. "See the other name below yours? Notice the lack of red lines underneath it, unlike yours?" I stared at it, and sure enough there was no red lines underneath the other name. But there was on mine. 3 lines. "I see it,"

At the line under everything. "You can't show Manhattan on this map," he said. "It's too far." "I know," I said. "But I can indicate it." I paused. "A line extending from the substrate." I paused. "Showing the connection even when the location is off the map." I paused. "An extended line." I paused. "Going beyond the edge." I drew a small line. Extending from the substrate line. Off the right edge of the map. With a small note beside it.

Because he trusted Kael’s judgment enough not to interfere blindly. Aera stepped forward. The line answered. It extended fully now, connecting across the surface beneath them—not jagged, not unstable, but precise in a way that made its purpose undeniable. Kael exhaled slowly. “This isn’t another point.” Aera shook her head. “No.” Her voice lowered. “It’s where they meet.” Rhyne’s attention sharpened. “All of them?” Aera didn’t respond. Because the answer was already becoming visible. The ground beneath the line shifted.

I grabbed it and unfolded it. I had to blink back the tears as I saw it. A giant basketball was drawn on it with glitter that was getting all over me, but I didn't care. "Finny, I never for a second doubted you would go number one tonight. I am proud of you and enjoy the night you deserve it. Love, Colt"

by the time I'm done in panting like I just ran a marathon. The line goes dead before he says in a cold voice. " Do you want to get that off your system or do you need help doing it?" My breath ceases to exist when I see a red dot on my chest which means he has men looking for me anytime I make a move

"Okay, that one is negative. That one only has one line." My shaking fingers reached for the third box—the expensive digital one that didn't make you guess about faint shadows or lines. I lifted it up, my eyes scanning the small electronic screen. The little hourglass symbol had stopped flashing, and in its place, a single word stood out in bold black letters. Negative.

"Yes." Dot smiled, showing the gaps where her teeth hadn't fully grown in. She turned and ran upstairs. At the top of the stairs, she looked back at him. Dorian crouched in the doorway, pulling out his terminal. On the screen, three curves scrolled side-by-side: his at seventy-one, Luna's at sixty-six, Dot's at ninety-three. He watched them for a while, then turned off the screen. He created a new folder, labeled "Dot," and dragged her real-time heartbeat curve into it. Then he created another folder, "L&D," and placed Luna's and Dot's curves side-by-side within it, watching them scroll, overlap, and separate.