World Trigger Novels & Stories

This could be uncomfortable, but I'm willing to give it everything I've got. I struggle to take the bra off, and I'm ready to rip the fucker when the hook gives in and let's go. Throwing it on the ground, I give him my full attention again. He's walking towards me, his hand on his cock, lazily stroking it up and down. The condom package in his hand is like a beacon of light. I can't look away from what he's doing, the promise of what's going to happen to me. Trick comes to a stop in front of me, ripping the wrapper with his teeth. "Are you sure about this? Once I get this fucking rubber on, it's over, I won't be able to stop," he warns.

I floated in the pitch-black void, my mind completely blank, soaking in a sensation of absolute, uncanny peace. BOOM! A colossal shockwave reverberated straight through the water, slamming hard against my eardrums. The sound was far too real to be a dream. It wasn't thunder, but a wild, domineering roar—so powerful that the surrounding water seemed to instantly freeze. Through the hazy cocoon, my suddenly hypersensitive intuition picked up the frantic, rushing footsteps of the three thugs on the ground as they turned to run for dear life, before everything went dead silent.

In the ward, only white curtains stirred in the wind. On the desk lay a signed divorce agreement. Jason stood in the empty ward, crumpling the agreement. His assistant ran in, panting, his forehead beaded with sweat. "Mr. Smith, I already had someone suppress the news, but the audio recording is spreading rapidly." Jason took a deep breath, the panicked look in his eyes fading into condescension. "No need to look for her. Cancel all her supplementary bank cards. The Woods have been relying on their deals with Smith Group to keep their business afloat. She's throwing a fit because she wants me to drive Susan away."

Tony's eyes were not just filled with anger, but also a chilling, murderous look. The sweat on Greg's forehead kept dripping, and his shirt collar was soon wet. I mentioned the last crucial point. "Someone raised the trigger threshold of the warehouse floor. On a normal day, the system's alarm would go off the moment the warehouse door was opened or when someone moved goods at night. However, once the threshold has been raised, the warehouse floor will return to normal, and the anomaly will not be recorded within a short timeframe.

And from the sky, a new notification appeared, flashing in a blood-red light. GENRE SHIFT DETECTED: TRAGIC REVENGE ARC INITIATED.

Troy said, as a shadow emerged from the bush. All the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, my tiger stirred, ready to attack the threat. Even though we knew there really wasn’t one, it was an involuntary reaction. Murphy the vampire walked toward Troy and they shook hands. My eyes quickly moved to Gwen, as witches and vampires were very serious enemies. I couldn’t trust she wouldn’t do something stupid. If I thought shifters hated the blood suckers the witches did far more so. Because they were an unpredictable threat, but also seen as an even opponent.

Are you okay with what you’ve done? Jamie inhaled through his nose, schooling his face into neutrality. He was about to tuck the phone away when it vibrated again. Max: Okay someone on the forum says if i burn down my whole base, it’ll trigger rare spawns. What do we think? Jamie didn’t believe Max could be that stupid. That was the most obvious troll tactic in the game. Burning everything destroyed the ecosystem and took weeks to recover. No way Max would actually— Max: Sounds crazy, guess I'll burn it all down later.

Every piece had been placed in advance, and every move played out just as I’d planned. Dr. Stephanie received an emergency page exactly ten minutes before Julia arrived. “Severe bleeding. Elevator 3. Possible unconscious patient.” Classic misdirection. One of mine had triggered the fire alarm three floors down and collapsed right outside the lift. Eyes shut. Blood packet hidden under his shirt. The kind of scene that couldn’t be ignored. It worked. Stephanie was pulled away in seconds. That gave me thirty minutes of silence. More than enough.

How could he be certain that something was going to happen? Abruptly, Jaedon stood up. He had been so shy last night, but now he seemed on a mission. He dressed quickly and then told me to dress as well. I did. “We must tell your mother and brother of our plan. We have to tell my pack and warn our allies up North. I think a war is going to happen.” My heart began to race. A war? I dressed quickly in jeans and a sweatshirt and he took my hand in his as soon as I was finished. He kissed me softly on the lips, sending electricity throughout my body.

"Word it how you want. The terms are simple. Had I need something, you listen, you do as I say—and in return, your dirty little secret is safe with me." Nicole's breath hitched, teeth-gritting, eyes glaring. "You call this a truce?" "An agreement to put the swords down? Yes." Nicole inhaled deeply. Did she have much of a choice? "If I don't agree? If I don't say yes to this ridiculous notion, then what?" Seth shrugged coyly. "Well, then I have absolutely nothing to gain in keeping your little secret—so why would I?" "You'll just go tell everyone—just like that?"