Ultimate Shut In Novels & Stories

It also underscored how little margin remained between control and demand. “We move now,” he said. “The sweep will reach the spur road within twenty minutes. Tertiary route, low ground, no lights until we clear the immediate sector.” They transferred to the prepared vehicle in the covered bay. Damian sealed the secondary site behind them with a controlled shutdown sequence designed to leave nothing useful for either group. The vehicle exited onto the spur and dropped into the low ground under full dark.

"If the progress bar hits 100%, Dominic has absolute control over the physical security of that facility." ​"We have to stop it," Clara said, her fingers flying across the terminal's keyboard. "But if I force a hard shutdown, the system's backup will automatically lock the keys inside a dead-loop. We’ll be locked out forever." ​Julian walked up behind her, his shadow swallowing the console. He reached out with his left hand, his thumb resting gently against her temple.

Just before the college entrance exam, I accidentally overheard my cousin's inner thoughts and discovered that she'd bound herself to a system that stole the rewards of my hard work. The harder I studied, the higher her scores soared. "Ella, all your hard work is worthless compared to my natural talent!" Little did she know that I had a system of my own, one that could shut hers down on the day of the exam.

She simply reached out her soft hand and pressed a single button on her smart console. The monitor hissed softly before turning completely black, shutting off the feed forever. The scum family was officially, completely, and permanently exterminated from the world.

“Hudson, lend me your car for today,” my driver asked over a call as I was busy working in the office. I sat stunned for a few seconds, then said, "Uncle Wagner, have I said yes before you started using my car? Also, the client I’m meeting today is very important. Go to the airport right now to pick him up.” “I have something urgent to attend to and need the car. I’ve just transferred 20 dollars to your client. Isn’t it the same getting him to take a taxi to the hotel?” When I read my driver’s text, anger rose in my chest. He had been working for me for three months. He was great at the start, and I respectfully addressed him as Uncle Wagner on account of him being similar in age as my d

I asked. “It is almost done. They can finish without us or wait until we return. I do not give a fuck right now,” Shane admitted. “Well, before you leave make sure it is done in a professional manner,” I cautioned. We did not want to piss off any of our allies. “I will handle it, Matt; just know we will be home tonight,” Shane stated before ending our call.

— His voice, sounding so calm, pleased my heart as well. —Dean's right. Rahiel is one of those who won't live a good day if he doesn't shit on someone...—I said. — Let him just try...—Scott said.— Are we definitely not allowed to leave the monastery?— — We can, but you can't, until you become an Ultima to the end.—I said. Scott waved his hands and a package of beer appeared on the table. — I really want to...—he smiled sheepishly. ***

he asked. "Nah. I doubt it. They're all too confident that no one would dare to open this door. They wouldn't bother to lock it from the inside. And if they do, the lock is just too simple. This is how shitty this system is," Connor said. "Alright! The countdown is already set. You have 5 seconds to wait. I'm going to shut down all the servers for the mean time. Ready, boss?" Saint clenched his jaw. "Ready."

They didn't want this moment to end, but sadly, they had to leave. "Jennifer.... It's time.", he told her. Jennifer signed, but is prepared. "Alright, I'm ready!", she responded. They both stopped dancing and let go of each other. They looked at each other and they had regret in their eyes. They hugged each other to share one last special moment. A few seconds later, they stopped hugging. Jennifer fixes herself up, while Terrance stopped the music and his phone from charging. He put the phone in his pants pocket.

Words you spoke when the world had shattered beneath your feet and only ruin made sense. I moved fast. A wall of control panels—fail‑safes, circuits, emergency shutdown switches. I’d never seen one like it, but I knew the mechanics. We needed an overload. We needed irremediable failure. Marcus’s voice crackled: “Inbound now. SUVs. Tactical gear. Not the government. Private contractors.” Which meant... Clarissa’s buyers were here to collect. And we were their last shipment to burn. I found the terminal—coded access, security lockdowns. I punched in override sequences, bypassed firewalls, deployed the kill switch.