Scp 099 Novels & Stories

Victoria Sterling. She looked through the glass window, her sharp grey eyes meeting mine. She didn't look angry or surprised; she looked at me with a cold, terrifying curiosity, like a cat watching a mouse trapped in a glass box. “Progress: 98 percent... 99 percent... SEAL COMPLETE,” the computer voice chimed. A green confirmation prompt flashed across the monitor: *ALL FOUNDING DEEDS ENCRYPTED AND LOCKED TO PRIMARY EXECUTIVE KEY.*

My husband thought I would never leave him. He was wrong. Ethan Cole proposed to me ninety-nine times before I finally said yes on his hundredth try. So on our wedding night, I gave him ninety-nine make-up cards. Every time he broke a promise, chose someone else over me, or hurt me badly enough to need forgiveness, he could use one. As long as there was still a card left, I promised myself I would give our marriage one more chance. For three years, Ethan never needed them. Then Madeline Avery came back. His childhood best friend. The woman who always needed help. The woman who always needed protecting. And somehow, every time she needed something, I was the one expected to lose it

The floor opened beneath our feet. “Seraphina!” Lucien grabbed my waist and pulled me backward just as a section of concrete collapsed into darkness. A deafening roar rose from beneath the estate. Then the lights came back on. Every screen flashed red. FINAL PROTOCOL INITIATED. SUBJECT 001 — FULL AWAKENING SUBJECT 000 — LOCATED SUBJECT 002 — LOYALTY TEST REQUIRED I stared at the last line. “Loyalty test?”

"I am returning to Zurich tomorrow." He replied quickly. "Not staying a few more days?" "No. Things here are finished." I deleted Enzo's number. I deleted Rosalina's. I deleted Alberto's. My contact list was empty. A month later, I was sitting in my office in Zurich when an email arrived from Rosalina. It was long. I did not open it. I deleted it. Another came the next day. From Alberto. I deleted that one too. The day after that, Enzo wrote.

Another partially recovered file appeared beneath the project description. Subject Registry Victor opened it. A list of identification numbers appeared. Not names. Just codes. S-V-001 S-V-002 S-V-003 Each entry contained status notes. Most were labeled the same way. Trial failure Victor frowned slightly. He continued scrolling. S-V-009 — Trial failure S-V-012 — Trial failure S-V-015 — Trial failure The pattern continued down the list. Failure. Failure. Failure. Victor leaned back slightly. “Looks like the experiment didn’t work.”

​Left alone in the gatehouse, the room felt instantly colder. ​Scarlett backed up until her spine hit the edge of the terminal table, her Beretta held at a low ready, her eyes swinging between the open doorway and the scrolling text on the laptop. ​[PROGRESS: 44%] [SECTOR_09: WIPE_FAILED_RETRIAL] [SECTOR_10: PURGING...]

Her fingers felt frozen solid, like ice was growing under her skin. Twenty minutes passed. Her body started to shut down. She couldn’t speak anymore—her jaw just wouldn’t move. Her temperature kept dropping. Curling up on the floor, Zoey squeezed her eyes shut. There was only one key to the walk-in freezer, and Claire had it. Which meant Zoey’s chances of getting out alive were close to zero. She truly hadn't expected Claire's obsession to reach such a disturbing level. All over a pair of earrings—just earrings—and Claire had tried to kill her.

Seraphina "You shouldn't have riled him up like that." Two girls were hurdled against the metal bars whilst the other one was backed up in the wall, totally hidden by the shadows. "He isn't... kind." The one on the left spoke, her voice super cracky and shallow. "Code 1069, is right. You should have just tried to speak, Code 009." Code 009, looked up at the girls, staring at them blankly as ever.

world of Metro City’s past. "Jasper, lead the way," Kora whispered. Jasper Rex stepped forward, his eyes fixed on a holographic projection of the city’s subterranean architecture. "Ghost Station 09 is three kilometers to the north. We’ll use the old pneumatic mail tubes for the first kilometer—they’re too small for the mercenaries, but we can crawl through them."

Red laser lines cut through the fog, locking onto my chest. Metal boots struck the floor beyond the smoke. More red lights appeared, sliding across pillars and shelves. Julian pulled the data drive free. Rin snapped his medical bag shut. Lucien stepped slowly in front of me, drawing his sword. A mechanical voice thundered down the hall. "Target confirmed. Secure Unit 09-K for extraction."