Splinter 2012 Novels & Stories

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Elias Noir. I meant destroy his reputation, file complaints, maybe accidentally spill protein shake all over his gear. The platonic, vengeful kind of fuck-over.” Elias joined her, laughter spilling out until his eyes watered. For a moment, the car filled with the easy camaraderie that had carried them through countless early mornings and late nights on the ice. “Platonic fuck-over. Noted. Though knowing you, you’d probably choreograph the whole takedown like one of our programs, triple axel of revenge.”

She smiles at me while she walks past. ‘Stella, who has done the quarterly reports in the past?’ She looks puzzled. “As far as expense reports or sales reports?” “Both.” “Well, as you know, everyone sends in their expenses to me, and then I log them in. Then, Charles has his personal assistant print out the report.” I don’t know what it is, but my gut tells me that Stella won’t steal from Charles. She probably logged the information in without thinking a thing about it. That leaves the assistant. Okay, maybe the other assistant didn’t look at the numbers. Maybe it could be an honest mistake.

I wasn't getting away that easy. I answer the call and instantly 5 mini windows appear on my screen. I almost screamed when I realized all four members of Crash Course Rebellion had called me; along with Jackie, of course. "I'm guessing you guys, um saw the news?" I mumble, my heart running a thousand miles a minute. "Hi, Melany," Luke O'Connor greets and Ken Longstruum nods his head at me. I feel my heart stop and my breath knocks out of me. Luke, brown-haired and green-eyed, is Brendan, Mr. Delicious himself's cousin. He plays the keyboard and is said to be the goofball amongst the four boys and God, is he hot; in a boyish kind of way.

At the same time, Lily and Johnny's phone numbers were leaked too, and they started being spammed with calls. The streamers who Lorraine had brought with her all scattered away from her as if she had the plague. "You told us how bad she was, but you were the mistress after all! Don't drag us and our accounts into this!" Even some netizens who happened to live nearby came in with rubbish and spoiled eggs, throwing them at Lorraine. Finally, Lorraine seemed to have completely given up on acting altogether. She threw her phone on the ground and scrambled over to grab me. "Ms. Lily, Johnny, we have to get Louis back today!"

Antony said firmly, sensing the man’s distress. “Objection!” Lucas’s lawyer called out. “Overruled,” the judge replied. “Yes,” Dr. Jones admitted reluctantly. Antony's suspicions deepened. The footage was tampered with. “Your Honour,” Antony said, “if there’s a possibility that the footage is incomplete, and if we have a witness who saw a black vehicle leaving the scene before Selena arrived, doesn’t that suggest a conspiracy?” The courtroom buzzed with tension. Josephine’s face darkened, her frustration palpable. That fool, she thought, glaring at Dr. Jones.

"On such a happy day, I've got to give you a proper gift." Eric's voice was icy. "Ever since you came back and started causing trouble, you stopped being my good friend. And Wendy, if you keep trying to take my clients, I'll have the police on you for that time you pushed me into the water!" Thomas just burst out laughing. "No need for you to worry, I've already called the cops, and I've got solid proof right here." With that, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and showed everyone a video.

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Tammarah did say there were plenty of great spots in this part of the resort worth trying. As I polished off the last bite, I pulled out the digicam Rika had lent me. I snapped a quick shot of my empty plate—proof that yes, I did eat well. Noticing the lens was a bit fogged from the ocean breeze, I turned the camera over to give it a gentle wipe. But as I adjusted my grip, my finger accidentally hit the shutter button. Click. The screen flickered for a second before the photo displayed. It was a candid shot of me, slightly off-center—wind messing up my hair, my expression caught somewhere between amused and content.

He placed the plier on the front tooth of Lucas, as he watched the man's eye's widened, he smirked and pulled with so much force, hearing the ripping sounds and the screams coming from the man, as blood spluttered out of his mouth, staining Matteo's shirt, he pulled the plier out of Lucas's mouth and examined the teeth he'd just forcefully pulled out, looking back at Lucas, seeing the chunks of blood that dripped from his mouth, falling on his chin and drooling down his shirt, as he made gurgling sounds, as if drowning in his own blood. Matteo felt his whole body relieve with tension as all the nerve on his finger tips, his neck and his feet felt like they'd been stretched in a sweet massage

The sun, once a warm benefactor, became a pale, flickering bulb in a sky that had begun to ripple like a disturbed pond. The "Splinter" had arrived earlier than Elara’s dying calculations had predicted. It didn't descend like a ship; it "folded" into our reality, a jagged, three-mile-long shard of sentient violet crystal that hung over the Gulf of Castellammare like a guillotine blade. It was a fragment of the Source-Core’s primary CPU, mindless and ravenous, driven by a singular, recursive command: Reintegrate the Seed.