Sneaky Link Novels & Stories

“Then we go in together. No solo stunts. Not this time.” Dominique smirked faintly. “I’ll try not to run off and poke the beast alone.” They activated the link—a dark net portal Damien had acquired from a defunct dom network with rumors of dangerous undercurrents. The entrance was hidden behind an innocuous shell site: an online museum for antique dolls. Clicking a cracked porcelain face on the third shelf triggered a cascading page redirect and a black screen that read: Welcome to Marionette’s Mirror You’re the puppet now. Her heart thumped once—hard—before the terminal loaded.

When Brent Hardwood came back from his overseas trip, Celine was already gone until they met at the burger joint. “I didn’t bother about him after that, I thought he just moved on to another target” Celine said to Daniel without breaking eye contact. She needs to hold her ground right now. She didn’t do anything wrong. She felt uneasy when Daniel just smiled then took out some print-outs. “He’s obsessed with you. He will not move on” Daniel stood up and laid the continuous paper in the white board. “This is the code that has been hacked the first time” Celine gasped when she noticed the hidden words.

Lyra asked, peeking over the edge of the sofa. "A lie, sweetie," I said, my fingers hovering over the circuitry. I didn't rip the wires out. That would alert the security team stationed outside. Instead, I used a trick I had learned from a rogue tech-wizard in the human underworld. I took a heavy silver hairclip from my bun and bridged the connection, creating a feedback loop. If I timed it right, the device would broadcast a constant, unchanging signal back to whoever was monitoring us—a "clean" data stream that made it look like we were sleeping peacefully.

He rolls his eyes dramatically at himself before disappearing back out the door. A small laugh escapes me. The moment he’s gone, my smile fades. Almost instinctively, my hand reaches behind my head again. Nothing. No tenderness. No swelling. No pain. Just smooth skin beneath the bandage. Something is wrong. Or… Maybe something is finally right. Either way, I can’t let anyone find out until I understand what’s happening. For now, I need to act like yesterday’s injury is still exactly where everyone expects it to be. I reach over and pull my laptop onto my lap before opening it. A few keystrokes later, my encrypted login screen appears. GhostLink. The familiar name stretches across the top of

He read the card aloud, his voice raspy. > SUBJECT: BETA TEST INVITATION – CLEARANCE LEVEL 1 > TO: Ren Walker (Gamertag: Wraith_09) > FROM: Aegis Innovations > Dear Mr. Walker, > We have been watching your career. Your reflexes, tactical scores, and psychographic profile have been flagged. You are a predator, Ren, but you are starving in a cage built for rats. > We offer you a key. > You have been selected to beta test the Aegis Neural Link, the world's first fully immersive simulation engine. This is not a game. It is a gig economy platform for elite operators.

“TARGET: GREY. Alias: Lynx. Status: Rogue Asset. Threat level: Surreal. Eliminate if located. Reason: Breach of protocol, Keyholder Memory Fragment possible.” It was an internal command that was sent to all their workers. Wait…Keyholder…?” I cracked the encryption again and found the coordinates, bank transfers, even a few known aliases. This should be enough to bring them tumbling down. I stood up rushing for Leo's bedside table. I searched around until I saw a flash. I got back as quick as, transferring everything to the flash. If I was going down, I was taking them with me. I was setting up another proxy route when my laptop blinked.

However the windows were very high up, so he had no chance of sneaking into the building. Will took his time observing the area, he walked a couple of rounds around the building trying to find a way in. The only thing he found was an outhouse behind the church, and a small opening that lead to the foundation of the church. The opening was more like a crack, and could at most fit a mouse or insect in there. Will tried loosening the opening and found that the wooden panel covering it was rotten. He pried it off completely and went inside. He was under the church, the wooden floor panels above him didn't have any space between them, so he couldn't peek through.

And if so, I don't want to outright ignore them, especially if this is something ALL CAPS important. I tap my finger on the mouse for a moment, contemplating, the clock the email, finding a link in the body, and nothing more. Just a tiny red link. I leaned closer, squinting so I could read the words that is embedded in the URL. Hot southern sugar babies. What the hell is that?

"Marked trees, stones, sometimes buildings, where balance was maintained regardless of surrounding conflicts. They formed a network that allowed continued communication even when territories were otherwise hostile." I stared at the simple drawing with new understanding. "We need to restore this, too, safe pathways connecting the integration points." "The Sneakz network could incorporate them," Uncle Mateo suggested, joining our conversation. "Each location marked with this symbol, subtle enough that humans would see just a decorative element, but recognisable to supernatural beings." "And it addresses the third trial directly," Kenny observed. "Transformation of old boundaries into new conne

-But I want something in return- The animal was not going to have compassion. -It's not what I'm thinking, is it? - -Yes, connect with Cristian, if you do I will show you your past- -You're playing dirty- -If I show you everything now, you won't bear it, even if it doesn't seem like it, we're both weak. You can barely contain me and I can't refuse to go out, it's in my nature. If we link up with Cristian, his wolf can help us. You know I'm not lying-