Vault 69 Novels & Stories

"Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?" He turned his head and stared at Damont who felt a cold hand squeeze his heart. He trembled slightly and couldn't stare him down so he lowered his eyes. Frost made a 70 million bid and Damont again raised it to 80 million. He was determined to gift Vinca the vase she had desired to get. His small mind was overworking. Vinca had lost her memory so she didn't remember him. Moreover, the kidnapping incident involving him and what followed after was completely wiped off her memory.

“Meet VAULT.” The name appears on the screen, crisp and bold in deep midnight blue lettering. Modern, sleek font, paired with a simple but strong icon—a lock unlocking into an upward-pointing graph. And damn it, it’s good. Not just good—brilliant. I have no choice even though I know this decision is going test the strength of Jayden and I as a couple. Am I ready for that? Fuck no! I can barely sleep without hearing my baby’s cries. I can’t walk in public without babies being everywhere.

“Then it’s time we end her game. For good.” --- Later That Day – Ava’s Underground Vault The reinforced server room buzzed with energy—cool air, blinking lights, and walls lined with data towers. It was Ava’s version of a war room. She pulled up a map—nodes glowing across the globe. “Each dot represents a Phase Six node,” she said. “Backup servers. Money launders. Media pipelines. Digital puppet strings.” Serena squinted at a larger red node pulsing near the centre. “That one’s bigger than the rest.”

“But someone left a backdoor.” “Convenient,” Sophia said. “Too convenient,” Kira added. With a hiss, the hatch opened inward, revealing a long vertical shaft with a steel ladder disappearing into blackness. Cold air belched from the depths, dry and stale. “Valentina,” Rafael ordered. “Take point. You and Kira.” The two women nodded, guns raised. One by one, the team descended into the underbelly of Site 6. --- Inside the Vault It was deathly silent.

"A chair with a built-in whiskey dispenser and a very loud, very annoying 'low battery' beep. It screams 'I am a broken man who has given up on life.'" I stared at the contraption. "I hate all of you." "We love you too, sir," Miller said, unfazed. "But Ava is right. If you show up in a wheelchair, draped in a blanket like a Victorian invalid, they’ll spend the whole night gloating instead of watching their firewalls. It’s the ultimate Trojan horse. Except the horse has a 12-core processor and enough C4-equivalent digital logic bombs to level the Vance servers." Ava stopped pacing and walked over to me, her eyes softening. She straightened my collar, her touch grounding.

Verona gasped, “you’ll never find the rest of what Vincent left behind.” Everyone froze. Adrian, who had just disabled a final attacker at the window, turned sharply. “What do you mean?” Verona coughed. “Vault 8. The true one. The one no one’s accessed in over twenty years.” Grace’s eyes narrowed. “There is no Vault 8. It’s a myth.” “Is it?” Verona smirked despite the blood in his teeth. “Ask your father why he died begging for silence.” Nathaniel slammed him against the wall. “Where is it?”

By 9:10, that number doubled. Sophie stood behind Camellia and Rachel in the war room, arms crossed, silent as the numbers climbed like a heartbeat. “Over a million users worldwide,” Camellia reported. “The server nodes in Seoul and Vancouver are under strain, but holding.” Rachel tapped the screen. “File queries are spiking in North Africa, the Balkans, and Southeast Asia. Everyone’s looking for their piece of Mary.” Sophie’s face was unreadable. “Let them find it.” The Vault’s first tier of content released documents long suppressed—even within Phoenix itself.

Queenie knew that and smiled. “For my regulars who know the rules, you can do two things. The peasants can collectively file for taxes and tip my jar. Each jar tipped is fifty millilitres of fake semen pumped into my holy temple. If you wish to see a waterfall, you know what to do. For my knights, I’ll be looking at super chats to give you the benefit of selecting both. Thanks to the wonderful programming team with Wanda's Love Accessories Incorporation, we found a way to code super chats to trigger two shots worth of cum and a minute-long override for the fuck speed to insane. In other words, the stream will run as long as super chats continue to come in even after thirty minutes.”

Wu: So no one's gonna talk about how epic last night was? Jacq: Was that before or after you bailed on us? Me: Y'all are driving me nuts! Rubs: Well, let me take your mind of this. Me: thanks rubs. Rubs: Dee's video leaked. Lol Me: Not exactly my type of news but that could work? Wu: Content? Maria: oh yeah. After the whole party last night. Lol. Jacq: Please don't tell me nudes Maria: worse. A sextape

Her name was Vana—stern, but kind. “Watch her,” Yvette said. “Don’t let her near any glass.” Vana nodded, eyes wary. “There’s something inside that girl.” “I know.” Yvette kissed Cara’s forehead. “I’ll come back. I promise.” --- Vault 9 was hidden beneath the ruins of a monastery in the northern cliffs. The door was sealed with bloodcode. Yvette slit her palm, let it drip, and the iron groaned open. Inside: silence. Until a voice echoed faintly from below.