Rewind Mtmte Novels & Stories

It was simple as that. Gabriel closed his eyes. The last time he’d seen Paul Medlock, the man had been drunk when they’d run into each other in a New York hotel. “You son of a bitch, you’ve ruined me,” Medlock had cried out, staggering on his feet. “I taught you everything, saved you from the gutter and this is how you repay me, you bastard?!” “You were stealing from your stockholders,” Gabriel had replied coldly.

"So he was planning to steal Kieran's score, but didn't expect Kieran to use red ink?" "Wait, that actually tracks. If Kieran used a No. 2 pencil, Tyson would've basically gotten a free win. Didn't the proctor say his answers were basically all correct?" "How did he even do it?" With everyone staring at me, I smiled. "Because Tyson has a system." The entire place froze. Compared to the people here, the livestream chat took it way better. [A system? Like in novels?] [No way… That's actually real? And it ended up on a villain?]

She needed to find the text files of The Billionaire’s Constraint. The browser window opened with a flash but it didn't load her dashboard. The screen instantly turned a brilliant , blinding blue, like the vertical glass pods in the subterranean matrix. The standard mouse cursor vanished, replaced by a horizontal ticker tape of black text. CHRONOS_REWRITE_SYSTEM: RETRIEVING ARCHIVED DATA FOR VANCE_E... WARNING: SUBJECT IS CURRENTLY RETAINING IN EXCEPTION STATE... DELETION UNIT 01 EN ROUTE TO MAINLAND SECTOR...

But before it could initialize it, the whole circuit crawled to a near halt from the onslaught of requests. Every process was rendered just barely mobile, and the world stood nearly still. Miko slid the last bit of updated code into place, then deactivated all of her subprocesses. All her Nulls and Mirrors vanished, which allowed the circuit to recapture itself. Everything sped back up to normal as its system resources leveled out.

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“Hold it back… wait…” But he didn’t stop. His fingers kept moving hard and fast. A moment later, white liquid spilled across the sheets as my legs shook violently. “Already tired?” Marcus whispered against my ear. Then he added, low and dark, “I just hope when you wake up, sober, you won’t regret spending the night in my bed… little kitten.”

I close the page, return back there again and retry, end up on nothing again. I spin it fifteen more times with no luck. It is either rigged or I just have no luck. Sighing, I drop the phone, hoping both of them are safe.

Funny how that worked out. The night he saved me, I asked him how I could ever repay him. He looked at me so seriously it almost felt real. "Then be mine." I pinched him lightly. "I'm serious." His breathing turned uneven as he pulled me closer. "Then... give me 290 forgiveness tokens." "Forgiveness tokens?" I wrapped my arms around him, confused. He laughed softly. "Silly girl. If I ever hurt you 290 times, I'll use those tokens to ask for forgiveness 290 times. Once they're gone, we won't owe each other anything anymore."

I kneel down then place her legs on my shoulders. I'm nipping and licking along her inner thighs when my name breathlessly escapes her lips. Remi's hands twist in my hair and yank my face forward. My mate is done with the teasing. I lick up her slick folds flicking my tongue back and forth a few times before I plunge into her hot soaking wet core. In and out I fuck her with my tongue before I suck her pink clit into my mouth. I suck it hard before gently flicking and circling it.

“Find another way or we do it together. Those are the only options.” Five seconds. I looked at her. At the woman who had turned around after four minutes. At everything. “Together,” I said. The window peaked. **** I activated the reversal fully. Not the partial hold I’d been maintaining — the full opening, the complete inversion of the outward channel, everything I had pointed in the wrong direction from what thirty years of binding had made my body want to do. The chamber responded. The white runes surged — brighter than before, brighter than the convergence had made them, the specific brightness of a system being run in reverse generating heat it wasn’t designed to manage.