Scp 404 Novels & Stories

After attempting Alex's suggestion, the screen displayed 'Error 404: Password not found' once more. "I'll take a crack at it myself." I typed in 'Philip' followed by my birthday, fingers crossed for a breakthrough. Instead, the screen ominously dimmed, revealing a mocking message: 'Nice try! Is Philip your name? You might be the most stupid hacker ever! How about 'IHaveTheSmallestDickEver ThatSheCannotFeelMyWilly' next time? Just kidding, please don't!' accompanied by a cheeky tongue emoji. Then, the screen abruptly shut off, and the device powered down.

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not here. "Scarlette.. I need you to-" Matthew stopped when he saw me and my desk. Oh! It's still attach.. Stupid me. I unplugged my USB quickly and ran to- shit! I tripped on the cable. "Unbelievable.." Matthew said and I ran outside.. "Mr. Preffin.. here.. the file name is.. S0004" "S what?" "S Zero Zero Zero Four." I spelled and he nodded. He walked away and my eyes widen. I ran back to my office.

Scar comforts Lilith, “She will come and beg me herself, and she will pay for all her lies, today.” “Can I have your phone?” Lilith asks, “Mine is out of battery, but I might need to call for help...” “Sure,” Scar doesn’t hesitate for too long, “The password is 1225.” “Thanks!” Lilith smiles at Scar, and flees before their eyes could meet. Hiding in a corner, Lilith takes out her own phone. A new message waiting for her-- [I’m in. I have got eyes on the target.] Lilith types fast as a reply--

Sarah, how do I know which one? She spoke urgently into the microphone. Look for the code SC-47, a blue vial. Got it. Grabbing it now. Relief flooded through me, overwhelming and fleeting, nearly buckling my knees. Harrison, report? Nathaniel asked, voice edged with worry. Static. Harrison? More static, then a guttural grunt of pain. Harrison's voice, strained and rough: Shoulder's hit, but I can still move. They're everywhere. Every exit route we planned is compromised.

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Richard opened his fourth bottle of imported whisky and poured a generous portion in his cup, he gobbled it down ignoring the burning sensation lingering in his throat. He was feeling as bleak as he did every other day since the past week. He walked around his friends' study glancing through some books before slumping on a sofa. He instantly recognised the chair, he had taken Ann there almost a fortnight ago, and he surged quickly inspecting for any sign of blood. There was a tard bit, although it was almost invisible on the black chair, he pour in some of his drink and began brushing it off with the tail of his coat. He felt so crude for not been able to give her the decency of losing her i

“One more thing… Could you tell me where Sasha is? I’m in need to talk to him about a few things…” “Well, he left the salmon, and… he went out… He didn’t say where,” the housekeeper informed her. “Alright, I’ll look for him myself. Have a great day and… see you later, maybe.” The housekeeper smiled slightly and left her room. Veronica went in front of the window. Where was Sasha anyway...? Strategically keeping out of her way? Well, he couldn’t do that forever, and Veronica certainly intended to tell him what she had discovered and to demand an explanation of his misappropriation of the Trust’s funds.

"Now, select ‘Saved Scans.' Yours is the first one that I just took while standing here talking to you." Xander and I waited. I strained my ears for any inhale, shuffle of feet across pavement. Nothing. I couldn't even hear her breathing. I could hear Xander breathing, for Gaia's sake. "Well? What are you thinking?" I asked after what I felt was a reasonable amount of time. Scarlet chuckled. "I just got the right spot. But it also says ‘no data.'" The phone reappeared in Xander's upturned hand. His hand was shaking the slightest bit as he pulled the phone to his chest.

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.