Ticket Hero Novels & Stories

I asked him. “Why should I pay them when we have a hacker?” he asked and smiled. “Twenty seconds,” Fred said as he opened his laptop. Adam gave him his social security number and within a few seconds the tickets were gone from Adam’s name. “Okay, I vote yes,” Adam said with a smile as he stood behind Fred. “Hang on, you’re going to vote yes based on some parking tickets?” Russel asked him. “What’s wrong, Russel?” I asked him.

“I… I read that. I thought it was legalese.” Alexander’s rebar speared his shard—young Alexander, MIT dorm, Victor laughing as he signed the wager. The glass absorbed the rebar, melted it, reformed it into a red ticket that floated to his hand. UPGRADE TOKEN: VALID FOR ONE SOUL. His face went white. “This is the same ticket. From the train.”

I declared. Kent’s attention was back on me. He lifted his hands. I saw one of his nails transform into a long, curved, sharp shape. He touched my cheeks with this nail. His touch left traces of heat as he trailed down to my neck. I swallowed because I realized I had forgotten to breathe and he moved along with the movements of my throat.

"I'm uploading a kill switch, but I need to bypass his encryption first." The hacker made a break for the door. Livia stuck out her foot. He went down hard, nose crunching against tile. She pinned him, knee on his back. "Password. Now." "I don't—" She pressed harder. "You've got three seconds." "Okay! Okay!" He gasped it out—a string of numbers and symbols. Carlo typed fast. The screen flashed green. "I'm in." Sofia fired again. The bullet shattered Carlo's energy drink, spraying Red Bull across the desk.

The elevator doors open, and we are greeted by a security guard as he steps in our path, effectively blocking our way. “Minimum ten thousand dollar bets on this floor,” he announces coldly. “Yes, of course.” Stace smiles casually as if it’s lunch money. Shit, ten thousand dollars. That’s exuberant. I better get this right or we could drop fifty grand in five minutes. I will be doing the gambling tonight while Stace tries to find Wesley Snipes. I still can’t believe this guy actually calls himself that. It’s kind of ridiculous, if you ask me.

Last night, my daughter, Primily Campbell, suddenly spiked a high fever. It was pouring rain in the city, and I couldn't get a cab after half an hour of trying. My mother-in-law, Betty Miller, refused to get out of bed, and when I called my husband, Edwin Campbell, he hung up immediately. After what felt like forever, he replied with a simple text message, "Busy." However, his lie was exposed by Diana Howard's Instagram post, which flaunted her happiness.

"I hope you and your daughter have a good night." "Thank you," Mike said, Tink sliding out of the car behind him. The hoodie she had borrowed from Mike was pulled up over her head, covering most of her face. Mike had laid the groundwork when the driver had arrived, explaining that his daughter had just participated in a Youtuber's video about Lord of the Rings or Dungeons and Dragons, he wasn't sure, but hey, she made a hundred bucks. The driver had paid no attention to Tink whatsoever-children didn't get to rate Uber drivers. Watching the man drive away, Mike marveled at how easy it had been to get home, definitely the easiest part of the night.

I kept a straight face hiding behind the fearful face in my head. "You look chubbier." Ayo laughed. "Same goes for you." I said chuckling. I felt relieved when I heard the clicking of the door. I was going to be a millionaire with just a case. I might probably bolt out after it. My temporary celebrations were halted by the loud vibration of the telephone siting on my desk. What's it again. "Hello." I said in the most irritated voice. "Hello. Please is this the office number of James Okafor. He's being hospitalized in Saint Andrews Hospital. And we need you to pay the dues for his treatment." The voice echoing from the receiver said.

One a professional doctor - Priana Yarghe. “Anomalous pulse. Bizarre heartbeat. Hitch in respiration. Extraordinary - no, freezing temperature. Only God can save him.” The ambulance drove away at a crazed speed with Bertio Holex who'd volunteered to go, in it. Eallric had some serious business to do.