Zero-day Attack Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

He said. “I have one but it’s already chapter one.” I said hesitantly. “Read it for me, please…” *Cataclysm Chapter 01 I'm walking on the hallway of the school to pay the books I need. Everyone is busy talking to their old friends, some for their newfound friends and what makes me agitated is it seems someone is following me and it seems someone is watching me every corner of the school. It makes me feel uneasy. ---

“Organisms bite back when you try to control them. You’re not adapting; you’re tempting fate.” Riven’s fingers traced the worn edge of the crown’s key, tucked safely in his pocket. The thing had weight—not just in metal, but in consequence. It wasn’t a throne to sit on. It was a covenant. A warning. FIRST STRIKES By mid-morning, the first attack came. Not gunfire. Not fire. Not even bombs. It came as information. Entire sections of the city grid flickered offline simultaneously. Hospitals rerouted power, leaving critical patients in limbo. Transit lines shut down. Supply chains for food and water scrambled into chaos.

We were the Authors of the Ordinary. "What now, Mommy?" Hope asked, leaning her head on my shoulder. I looked at the horizon, where the cracked moon was finally disappearing behind a bank of natural, grey clouds. "Now," I said, my voice warm and human. "We live the 192nd Chapter. And we don't worry about the Climax." The Audit is a Story. The Asset is a Memory. The North is Forever.

Which in English meant : The story of a dead woman. Dad was never one to read books so why would he keep a book that had a creepy title hidden inside his drawer? Curiosity got the best of me, making me pick up the book and sit down in Dad's office chair as I opened the book where I was immediately met by the first chapter. Chapter One: Le jour de ma première mort It was never easy to make a life changing decision but I never knew how that felt… because I never made my own decisions. Not once.

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

Because this wasn’t the end of the attack. It was the beginning of the counteroffensive. And somewhere, watching the system flicker back to life— ShieldZero was smiling.

She sat down in the chair, not as a test subject. But as the storm. Somewhere underground, a server blinked online. Inside it, her neural map lit up. And beneath the map, a line of code pulsed red: CORE ACCESS BREACH: HOST HAS INITIATED AWAKE PROTOCOL. SUBJECT 01: NO LONGER UNDER PROGRAM CONTROL. And from a shadowed terminal, a voice whispered: “Pull the trigger. Activate Subject 03. And terminate everything.” Ava sat in the chair, the old leather cold beneath her. But she didn’t flinch.

"Elsie is safe—I moved her to the tunnels an hour ago—but the network is hemorrhaging. Every 'Unindexed' node from Maine to Manhattan just went 'Gold.' They’re being pulled back into the Ledger by force." "How?" Aria demanded, clutching the "Go-Bag" as Leo, groggy and confused, clung to her leg. "They’re using a 'Zero-Day' exploit," Damian said, looking at Ethan with a mix of pity and fear. "It’s a master-key code, Aria. A code that was written fifteen years ago. It’s signed with the Hawke encryption, but it’s using a 'Matriarch' cipher." Ethan felt the world tilt. His "possessive" nature, the part of him that needed to own his fate, was being dismantled by the one person he couldn't "audit.

Altair asked, his voice calm, cold ice masking his racing heart. Nova threw her tablet onto the desk. It showed a stream of code cascading like a waterfall. "It’s a Zero-Day exploit," Nova breathed, her eyes wide. "But I've never seen a payload like this. They aren't siphoning the funds, Altair." She looked at him, fear genuine in her dark eyes. "They're deleting them." Altair went still. "Deleting? That's impossible. The money has to go somewhere. Encryption keys... routing numbers..." "Gone," Nova said. "Vaporized. Whoever this is, they just erased three billion credits from existence in thirty seconds. They don't want the money. They want to burn the bank."

Even if they didn't blame me, there was no changing the fact that they were only suffering because of me. Yet, before I could do anything, the tables turned in my favor. A student from the Computer Science department hacked into my phone, planning to see what blackmail materials he could dig up on me. He certainly never expected to see my nearly empty bank account balance, let alone my chat history with Mom that showed how she would transfer me one cent as an allowance every time I checked in with her. Thoroughly dumbfounded, he uploaded the proof he had found onto the confession page, then deleted his account.