Red Light Blinking On Fire Alarm の小説・ストーリー

“Then take it off me.” He growled low, hands shoving the gown past my hips. The fabric caught for a second on my thighs before pooling at my feet. I stood in nothing but heels, diamonds, and red lipstick. His eyes raked over me, dark and hungry. He reached for his trousers, belt already undone, zipper halfway down. A piercing wail cut through the room. A fire alarm. Red lights flashed in the hallway beyond the door. The sound blared again shrill and insistent.

“You don’t have to do it alone, Damien. Not anymore.” I exhaled. “You still trust me after everything?” He smiled faintly. “No. But I believe in you. That’s worse.” I almost laughed. Then the security alarm blared. Both of us froze. The red light above the door flashed once, twice. Then the emergency system cut out with a hiss. Adrian’s eyes widened. “Someone’s here.” “Stay behind me,” I said, reaching for the drawer where I kept my gun. The hallway lights flickered as I opened the door.

“A female alpha who’s not in the room anymore, and neither is the male alpha disguised as a gamma I saw looking at her earlier.” He looked like he were about to ask me if I were certain, then he took a phone out of his pocket and muttered something like, “System A is in place.” He put the phone back just as the lights began to flicker and an alarm rang out. He stood. “Ladies and gentlemen, that is the fire alarm. I’m sure it’s a false alarm, but please make your way to the marked exists.” People gathered their purses and phones and moved as three hotel security agents and my two bodyguards came to the platform and told me to follow them.

A blinking red light on top. 3... 2... 1…. Everything went white.

(Ethan Reed – POV) The alarm went off at 9:17 a.m. It was loud and scary. I was on a call when the red lights started flashing over my office walls. The fire alarm was blaring. My whole floor was in chaos. Assistants were running around. Security was yelling for people to get out. Phones were ringing nonstop. Something did not feel right. It all happened fast. It was too perfect. I said to myself "This building has the fire system in the city." I was already walking quickly to the door.

The red indicator light is no longer flickering. It burns a solid, unblinking crimson. It isn't just watching me anymore. It's transmitting.

It was a lifeline. Aria closed the laptop slowly, her eyes instinctively darting to the smoke detector on the ceiling. It blinked a steady red light. Damian had told her it was a standard fire safety system, but Aria knew better. In a building owned by him, everything was an eye. Everything was an ear.

"He gave us the black drive to satisfy Harris. He kept the silver one here so we'd have leverage if the board came back." High above us, on the roof of the house, a tiny red light began to blink. A small black box, no bigger than a brick, was resting right on the wooden shingles above the bedroom window. The red light was pulsing faster every three seconds. "It's a proximity bomb!" Martha yelled, stepping out onto the porch with her iron bar raised. "If that timer hits zero, it takes the whole top floor down!" "How much time?" I screamed, looking up at the blinking red light.

Harris’s men rushed toward us from the perimeter, shouting into radios. Leonardo turned to me. "Are you okay?" I nodded, though my legs shook. My throat burned with smoke. Harris appeared beside us. "Are you hurt?" "No," Leonardo said. "How the hell did this happen?" Harris’s face was pale. "We don’t know. The fire alarms were disabled. We didn’t see anyone on the cameras." I turned toward the burning house, dread pooling in my stomach. Liana Russo had found us again. And this time, she wasn’t leaving warnings.

The words written on the back of the index card burned into my retinas, sharp and unforgiving, and the air in the dorm room suddenly felt too thin to breathe. He can't protect you through a screen, Jules, but I can see you right now. My heart slammed against my ribs with such violent force that my vision actually swam with black spots. I slowly, agonizingly, lifted my gaze from the card to the ceiling. Right above my bed, nestled in the cheap white plastic of the smoke detector, was a tiny, faint red LED light. It was blinking.