Warp In Trouble Novels & Stories

She took in a deep breath, then finally turned to look at him. “Promise you wouldn’t —” “Say, I told you so?” he interrupted, completely the statement. Theresa smiled. “No, not really.” She inhaled. “I might have messed up and now, I don’t know what to do anymore.” “What happened?” It only took her a few minutes to explain the whole situation with Simon Tunes, but unlike the last time, William looked surprised. “Wait. Let me really get you, Theresa. This same psychotic, neurotic, uncle you spoke about? The same man who shot you?”

Wael had lost an arm and sustained a bloody wound on his body, but he remained composed in the face of this formidable onslaught. At this critical moment, he casually waved his hand, summoning countless inscriptions that rapidly converged to form a circular pattern. This pattern served as a barrier, deflecting all the mysterious Path Arrows that came his way. Wael’s aura surged after successfully repelling Warner’s assault, and with it, his severed arm and injuries healed. The spatial pressure in the area instantly increased, causing the void to collapse. Warner felt immense pressure within the space that made him uncomfortable. He wanted to escape, but the void had been sealed, and his move

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

Charlie breathes, holding Jared while Zak holds Christine and I take picture after picture on my phone. “They are more than perfect,” Zak breathes. Just then, a blast shakes the ground, causing furniture to skid across the floor. Christine and Jared begin screaming. Mike, one of our warriors, runs into the room. “We’re under attack. They’re headed straight for the hospital.” “NO!” Charlie screams. “They will not hurt my pups!”

The math for the warp jump was a nightmare of General Relativity: $$ds^2 = -c^2 dt^2 + [dx - v_s(t) f(r_s) dt]^2 + dy^2 + dz^2$$ "The velocity ($v_s$) is theoretically infinite," Rhys said, looking at Elara. "But the stress on the 'Biomass' inside—the million people—will be catastrophic if the bubble isn't perfectly stabilized. We need a Septet." "We're only six," Kael pointed out, his violet veins pulsing. "Even with Julian, we’re short a pillar." "No," Elara said, her eyes tracing the silver light in the sky. "The seventh isn't a person. It's the Memory of the Stack."

"Cara, sweety, You Have Got to Calm Down! I can help you understand. But only if you Calm Down. Please, Cara, this is so important. Everything is riding on you and your ability to chill out!You can make this all stop. But you have to calm down and stop running away. Please. Please just calm down." Cara sat there trembling and trying to calm herself down. The room was beginning to feel like it was spinning around. She just wanted to go home. She just needed to go home. This, all of this, was just to much to have to deal with. Although she wasn't moving, Cara began to feel herself falling backwards. She developed tunnel vision, the world around her got smaller and smaller. At the end of the ev

He wanted her to relax and forget her problems. He was suddenly pulled back to earth when the lid in the third cake flew off. Two slender arms came out. Slowly, a head emerged. His mouth fell in disappointment upon seeing that the third girl had her back on them. Half of her body was now out and she was dancing erotically.

"Don't look so scared babe. The worse he'll make you do is fuck him. It might be pleasurable depending on-" Losing all his sense of his cool, war let go his mate and his cool demeanour flew out the window and into Trent's face. The blow to his packmate forced the large in height and width man to stumblya few feet backward. A sickening crack sounded. Trent groaned before his hands went to his face, letting loose a slew of curse words. His fullname was Warren; but that didn't suit him much. War was his name and he felt the surge of the power from the name flow through him as he stalked over to Trent.

“I knew that man would bring no good for you. I have ways and believe me, he won’t find you if-” I derailed him off by chuckling sarcastically. “That won’t happen. No matter how much I hide, Zamir will find the shit out of me. We are tied together… and I don’t think he would just let me escape knowing who he is and what kind of person Zamir was.” Warren’s jaw clenched. “But I can help you. All you have to do is to trust me.” Trust. I’ve trusted them but they just broke it, made me a fool and toyed with my feelings. Fucker.

The demeanor of the driver had totally changed the moment he entered Country B using the infamous WARP. WARP was an expensive teleportation device that was owned by Shadow. The lady literally invented such a thing and monopolized the WARP market. The WARP technology was literally so expensive that the money toll of using the teleportation and the money of using the WARP was sold and kept separately. Long story short, the WARP user needed to pay for the toll and the WARP ticket. The price of the ticket was available according to the distance. The longer the distance was, the more expensive the ticket was while the toll was fixed, more or less.