Romans & histoires Zzz Corruption

No matter how angry I am with him now, I can never deny this attraction and desire I feel at just the very sight of him. How I wish he hadn't chosen this field, this deadly occupation. He is still a few steps away from me, yet I feel cornered. "I don't want this. You have no right to me!" His hands hold mine firmly over my head, soft lips grazing my cheek, making me breathless, and it leaves me bothered. He is dangerous. Corrupted. I don't feel safe around him, but I weirdly feel at home. Lord, what's wrong with me?

It wasn't one of our best days at the office. On the card was written Zilak promotion enterprise. The son of the chairman was one of our vip clients then. As my company produces new beauty products, we come in contact with different influential personnels for marketing of our brand. Zilak promotion enterprise was one of our biggest advertisement and promotional client. They buy, test and advertise products from us and market or resell at their own price. It was on a July, I had handed the deal to some of trusted staff to prepare and ready the products for marketing and promotion as Hosae, The son of the chairman of zilak was to represent the company to select new brands for marketing.

"Then what do you suggest?" Before I could answer, Sarah's form flickered. Her eyes went solid white. When she spoke, it was in my mother's voice: "The corruption spreads three ways. Through dream. Through blood. Through promise. Cut one thread, and the web collapses. But beware, the chain-bearer comes, and he remembers nothing of love." Sarah collapsed. Volkov caught her with surprising gentleness. "Your mother's messages are getting more fragmented," she observed. "She's weakening." "Or something's interfering," James said, pulling out an ancient text. "Look at this. The Chronicle mentions 'moon corruption' as a theoretical plague. Not a disease but an idea that spreads through pack bonds.

Ones where I surrendered alone, stable. Ones where I stayed with them, unstable at first, then gradually correcting through cooperation rather than replacement. The failsafe’s voice sharpened slightly. “Data inconsistency increasing.” “Good,” Zara muttered. Jamal leaned close to me. “You are overloading it.” “I am complicating it,” I corrected, though my vision blurred. The environment around us began to glitch—walls phasing transparent, ceiling dissolving into grids of light. The chamber could not hold contradictory projections cleanly.

I stood there, frozen in place. Back at my desk, I tried everything I could think of. I opened the folder again and again, but the same message kept popping up: *File corrupted.* My heart dropped. All those nights of work, the hours I spent pouring my ideas into that project, all of it seemed to vanish in an instant.

Fuck. Alicia was haunting my life like a fucking ghost. What made everything worse was the fact that I had no fucking idea where she was. I tried to look for her but couldn’t find her. One of my workers had told me that he had seen her at the grocery store with that good-for-nothing asshole, Sebastian. The thought of him touching her, or even being next to her made me so mad. I knew that no man in his right sense would miss the opportunity of being with Alicia, she was so fucking gorgeous. A part of me had expected that she would come back the next day after chasing her away, but she never did. I knew that she was in love with me, but her last words kept on making it hard for me to believe t

"That's how you build a real bond." Between my recovery and round-the-clock feedings, my body was completely hollowed out. The baby cried nonstop, and my hair came out in clumps. For an entire month, I teetered on the edge of a breakdown. Fiona even sent taunting messages. [Tessa, so what if you married Jasper? The one he really loves has always been me.] She had attached a video of the two of them tangled together. The video was filled with his heavy breathing and her soft moans. The sounds were unmistakable.

{Detected Energy Core. {Crystal Cores may be exchanged within the System Store.} {1 Crystal Core = 100 Points.} {First Exchange Bonus Detected.} {Would Host like to exchange now?}

Marcus hissed. A single strand of his slicked-back hair had shaken loose, clinging to his damp forehead. “If she’s compromised, Market Correction protocols are absolute. We liquidate the carrier to preserve the data.” Market Correction. The phrase hit like a physical blow. Suddenly, I wasn’t in a ruined medical wing. I was six years old, shivering in a ventilation shaft, watching black-clad teams correct the inventory of my father’s lab. I could still hear the muffled pops of the suppressed rifles.

It didn't just buzz; it danced frantically across the smooth wood, with a relentless, nonstop barrage of notifications that illuminated the dark room with a violent sequence of white flashes. Susan was sending everything. Files, links, archived PDFs, blurry newspaper clippings, scanned historical ledgers, and screenshots of underground supernatural forums. My screen was completely flooded. With a shaky hand, I plugged my phone into the laptop, syncing the data so I could read it on the larger screen. I clicked on the first folder, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. As I began to scroll, the casual, skeptical attitude I’d tried to maintain in front of Rafael completely ev