Trace Novels & Stories

How did I get here I thought to myself, I remembered I came to the restroom but I left to go for my class,how come I'm back in the restroom. Stepping out of the toilet my foot bump with a sign which was placed infront of the toilet that I just step out from. Looking at the out of service sign, something feel amiss with me, I don't remember seeing this sign when I came to the restroom, I don't even remember how I get to the restroom the second time, picking up my backpack I left the restroom still trying to remember how I got there. I can't believe I missed break, checking the time I head to my next class which I share with Dora. I know I would be questioned by Dora.

Iya announced. Why am I not surprised by her news? I am sure that Lance's trivia with the fans a while ago will be a big deal. I grab my phone and click the Twitter app to check their tweet. I smirk when I saw the trending list. "I guess Andrew's not the only one on the trending list. Lance and Gelo are also on the list." I said then I show them my phone. The group started to check their phone to check the tweets. As expected, the reason why they are trending is because of their look.

Poetic. A pause. Then a reply from the other side. User GT: Confirmed. The flaw is genuine. An opportunity. Will arrange for a demonstration. Your guidance, as always, is precise. User ML: Ensure it’s untraceable. A tragic accident for a fading memory. It will break him. The transcript stopped. The connection severed.

Not close. Just… hers. And she sat. Quiet. Easy. Present. The pulse curved slightly. Barely noticeable. A soft realignment. Not to adjust for her. To welcome her frequency back into the harmony like a note that had always belonged. The system didn’t log reentry. Didn’t trigger metrics. It just added one silent tag to the end of her trace line: :: USER RETURNED WITHOUT INITIATION :: COMMENT: RE-ENTRY CONFIRMED WITHOUT NECESSITY.

Not as fragments. But as a sequence. A decision tree. One entry point. Then another. Then authorization. Then amplification. Then publication. Each step had a human name attached to it. And this time, they were not hidden. They were logged. Cleanly. Indifferently. Like bureaucracy recording its own sins. Her cursor hovered. Then clicked. USER ACCESS LOG — FINAL TRACE Initial Access Point: Tobe Eze — Device Authentication (Campus Network) Secondary Authorization: Zainab Balogun — Media Relay Upload Node

And I wonder what's in this package. I can not wait to ride in the limousine I see from a distance. This is going to be fun. ^^^^

I'd never be the same because of him and if I saw him again I would kill him. I walk through the dark woods making sure to make as little noise as possible. Eventually, I get to a road. A car races down the road and I could smell the fuel a mile a way. He was swerving like a drunk. Then, before I even knew it, it all went black.

On the way we hit traffic, while Gregory and Lanna were quite relaxed me and Acre were on edge, Acre was so bad his hand was on the door handle "Calm down guys it wont be long" Gregory said looking in the rearview mirror. As soon as the car stopped me and Acre lept out of the car ready to tear apart anyone who so much as looked at our mates wrong but as soon as I took a deep breath the sweet scent of the sun,sea,sand and icecream hits me causing me to stop in my tracks and from the looks of things Acre has caught the scent of his mate too.

I wanted to make this an in and out thing. Parking the car off to the side, I switched to the tracker app I had so I could track my ring — which I hoped Quinn hadn't taken off or lost during the course of the night. I tracked it all the way to the frat house that was hosting the stupid party, the tracker leading me toward the side of the house. "Ace!" I heard someone hiss in a low whisper. My head instantly picked up and my hand flew to my gun at the small of my back as I searched my surroundings.

She was still in her first trimester of pregnancy and felt extremely stressed out, her back ached alot. Erica stepped out of the car. "What do we do now?" She asked sounding exhausted. "I have some fuel in the trunk" Jerry said moving to the trunk. Erica gasped "why didn't you say so all these while?" "Jerry you know it's getting late and we really need to leave here" Joan said sadly. Jerry got the can of fuel and refilled the fuel tank. Erica felt alot more relieved that they would be on their way soon. They all got into the car, they drove for a minute and Jerry stopped the car.