Trace Novels & Stories

Sicily and its alleys were printed in her mind like G****e maps. Finally the car came to a deserted area. No way could she make it to her secured place. Reaching a dead end Myra pulled the brake harshly and looked behind. Two cars stood there. Two more arrived from the other side also. The guard at the back seat asked to open the fire but Myra stood still and waited for some time. A blue dot appeared on the screen of the device kept in the car. She looked at the screen and smiled. Another blue dot appeared. After a few seconds the increasing number of blue dots was enough to bring a full smile on her face.

I said sarcastically. " Everything will work out Trina ...you'll see, "she said. Changing into shorts and a loose shirt pulling my hair up I head to the kitchen to make something to eat. After that I checked some more emails I decided to do a quick video I run upstairs to change into some peach-color joggers to match the long sleeve cropped sweatshirt. I set up my camera and the small light I stored in the magic bag along with some other things, an front of medium brown sofa chair with plain beige color walls.

He blinked and his eyes showered his cheeks. " Give me water, " Ace head snaps towards the voice, Asher stands beside the fridge that he can't reach. He looks towards where Oren was standing. Where did he go? " Why are you crying?" Asher asks and looks at Ace, who was trying to wipe all of his tears. " onions, " Ace says and Asher shrugs and points at the fridge. " I want water, " He says again. Ace gets the bottle out of the fridge and pour a glass for him.

Only one more dress to try on. Mason: Correction, HANGRY Skyler: I'm almost done. I would be faster if you stopped texting me. I pulled the last dress off the hanger. I had high hopes for this one. It was a fitted, gold, mini dress that was covered in tiny little sequins. The best part was that it didn't even come with a zipper. I pulled the stretchy material over my head, giving myself a once-over in the mirror. Oh yeah... this was the one. My phone dinged again.

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......

HEAVY rain fell as Trist made his way to Laguna, where his friend Chris lived. Although the surroundings were dark and the road slippery, Trist didn't seem to care. What matters to Trist is that it gets to its destination. Trist tries to call Chris on the other line, but it doesn’t answer his call. Until a car appeared on the other side of the road causing him to be dazzled by the light coming from the front of the truck, at the same time as someone appeared in front of him so he hit it.

" He said. I was not ready for that. I was still getting use to the idea of being alone. I still need to heal. "My name Shunshine. I'm not really interested in getting to know anyone right now." I said. "Can't blame a brother for trying." He replied back with a smile. I almost gave in. He hand me a business call and told me to call him if i change my mind. i looked at the card and saw that he was a mr. fix it man. He fixed on houses and appliances.

my mom called but we heard no response, hope this isn't something serious, like a murder where the police would come flooding this place. After turning round and round with my family, it finally dawn on me to check the trap we had set, so I told my family and we made our way to where it was located. In no time we got there, and just like I suspected, someone was caught in the net in an odd way, to say I was shocked was an understatement, I turned to look at my parents as they both had the same shocked expression on their faces. We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and

The laptop chimed once and showed a new alert, this time from the department firewall, ‘Unusual outbound relay detected: initiating traceback. And then the screen went white for a second like something heavy had blinked. Even though I haven't gotten the exact answer I need to know who was behind this, I think that this can actually help me to track it. And I wasn't letting this go until I did.

“I found it.” Lucian stepped closer. “Show me.” Matteo didn’t speak. He simply moved aside. The trace was faint. Barely there. But it existed. A ghost in the system. A signal buried beneath layers of legitimate data. Lucian’s eyes moved quickly, absorbing everything. Origin point. Reroute paths. Masking protocols. And then— He stilled. “That’s not possible,” Matteo said quietly. Lucian didn’t answer. Because he had already seen it.