Vault 69 Novels & Stories

We just needed to get it open. As proof of how untouchable the council thought they had become, they hadn’t bothered to disguise the front of the vault. The metal door went from floor to ceiling and wall to wall. This thing was impenetrable if you didn’t know the six-digit code to open it. There were thousands of possibilities, but we only had three attempts before the inside would self-destruct. “Try the date the council were created.” Inputting the numbers, it beeped invalid code. “Ok, they won’t have just put any six numbers. They would be something of meaning.”

Even though Leah hated Jasmine, she had never once seen Jasmine reply to her words, let alone play rudely like what they said. Anya whispered to Leah. "Ask the security guard for CCTV. Lorensius deliberately installed CCTV here. It's just that no one knows so they can get away with it." No one heard what the two of them said except for Jasmine, who was still in Anya's arms. Anya deliberately walked past them while saying. "It turns out there are lots of caterpillars here that make our bodies itchy. Oh, just wait, Lorensius will throw away these disgusting caterpillars."

Vault is located in his penthouse apartment, secured by the Klausner-12 security system, renowned as impenetrable. [Time Limit: 24 Hours.] [Reward: One Key of Passage.] Jack glanced at the ethereal scroll, then back at the old man. A heist. A pointless, time-wasting game designed to test the skills of common assassins and thieves. It was a test for servants, not for masters. A new, invisible timer started in his mind—the 24-hour limit on the task. It was a distraction, an attempt to put him on their clock, to make him play by their rules.

Torture. Back to the stream. I arch, cut falling open completely, breasts spilling free. “Who wants to see me come for you?” I purr, grabbing the toy from the nightstand, which I hadn't realised he had taken back. I drag it along my slit, teasing, then push it inside with a gasp. The vibration kicks on low when I hit the button. BigDaddy69: $25 – scream for me DarkHorseX: $30 – use both holes

“The Sovereign Heir is present. But the King is missing. Initializing 'Judas' Counter-Measure.” "What?" my father roared, spinning toward Silas. "What is it doing?" "The Vault isn't a safe, CEO," I said, a slow, lethal smile spreading across my face as I felt the violet fire returning to my blood—hotter and hungrier than ever. "It’s a mirror. And it doesn't like what it sees." The violet light from the Vault didn't hit me. It hit the monitors. It hit the scanners. And then, it hit the live feed of the swamp.

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.

I observed closely, my coronary heart pounding as we ascended the steps to the pinnacle floor. Vanessa’s voice got here again. “You’re nearly there. But hurry—there’s pastime at the cameras. Someone is aware that you're inside.” The Vault The steady vault became a high-tech marvel, its strengthened partitions and biometric locks designed to maintain even the maximum decided intruders out. But Vanessa’s hacking know-how proved to be the important thing . The door slid open, revealing a room full of sparkling terminals and stacks of encrypted drives. At the middle of the room becomes an unmarried console, its display showing the call Nyx.

Jade's POV The air in the subterranean core of the Cavallo Estate didn't smell like the rest of the house. Upstairs, it was the scent of expensive floor wax and old secrets; down here, it was the smell of ozone, chilled coolant, and the low, constant thrum of pure, unadulterated power. This was the "Vault of Sin"—the physical birthplace of the Weaver.

My pussy visibly glistening, swollen lips parted, clit peeking from its hood, wetness dripping in a thin line down my inner thigh. Vale produces the collar from his pocket. Black leather. Soft inside. Heavy silver O-ring. He turns it and I see the engraving: Property of Vale & Kane. He buckles it around my throat. Slowly. The leather is warm from his body, warm against my pulse, my racing pulse, and when the lock clicks shut, a moan falls out of me. Low and needy and involuntary. The weight of it is solid. Real. Permanent. “On your knees,” Vale says.

"You’ll be staying here for a while," Josh said as he tapped a series of numbers into the smart lock on the door. "Make sure you remember the passcode—696969." Ivy blinked in disbelief. "Seriously? Was there no other number combination you could’ve used?" Josh shot her a sideways grin and chuckled. "Easier to remember this way."