Surveillance Stories

Ils sont onze. Ils ont choisi cette maison au bord de l'océan pour que cet été compte. Rires, défis, promesses... rien ne les préparait à ce qui allait suivre. Ils voulaient marquer le début des vacances. Ils viennent peut-être de marquer le début d'autre chose.Ils sont toujours onze. Pour l'instant. Et dans cette maison devenue piège, une certitude s'impose le véritable danger ne vient pas toujours de l'extérieur. Un drame qu'aucun d'eux n'avait prévu... ou bien qu'un seul avait soigneusement préparé.

Senhara National University looks exactly like it's supposed to. Clean walkways. Green status lights. Banners that read Stay Stable. Stay Well. The flux system runs through all of it - the infrastructure, the institutions, the implant at the base of every throat - and the dashboard always reads stable. Everyone's implant sits flush. Seamless. The new models barely look like hardware at all. Naoki Kisaragi's doesn't. It's older, bulkier, and it has never quite fit the way the system expects it to. He keeps his collar up, his sleeves down, and his questions to himself. Somewhere in the part he built from gray market parts, something pulses in five colors that don't exist in any official manual. Naoki is a second-year engineering student at SNU with a robotics competition to win and a group of friends who are starting to feel like home. He grew up watching the Rekkō - the flux response teams who walk into the zones everyone else is told to leave - and has been building toward something ever since. SNU was supposed to be where that started. But the compliance sessions are getting more specific. A classmate's seat has been empty for two weeks. The public safety advisories are using a word he's only heard once before - as a kid, in a bland hallway that smelled like disinfectant, with his grandmother's hand locked around his wrist. Something is running underneath SNU that isn't on any official chart. And Naoki is starting to understand what stable is actually measuring.

Tout le monde est observé. La différence, c'est que certains finissent par s'en rendre compte. Quand Noah commence à remarquer ces détails que personne d'autre ne voit, il comprend que quelque chose ne tourne pas rond. Des regards. Des silences. Des coïncidences. Puis une question s'impose. Et si toute sa vie n'avait jamais été réelle ? Plus il s'approche de la vérité, plus quelqu'un tente de l'en éloigner. Mais il est déjà trop tard. Parce que, parfois... le véritable danger n'est pas de découvrir la vérité. C'est qu'elle t'attendait depuis le début.

For generations, the people of Vespera have lived beneath a dome, believing its laws are the only reason they survived. But when tragedy strikes, a young woman is drawn into a dangerous world of secrets, power, and impossible choices that threaten the future of the entire nation.

Hidden behind a half-open door, I watched a stranger beat a man half to death. *"Who is the girl?"* he demanded. The room fell silent. Then someone whispered, *"We don't know where she is."* Only then did I realize they were searching for me. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ I don't remember when the dream first started. Maybe it was always there. Every year, it comes back. Not as a new dream - but as a continuation. Like a story that refuses to end. I see the same places, the same people, the same fear waiting for me every time I fall asleep. And with every part, the mystery only gets darker. There are crimes in this dream. Disappearances. Secrets I was never supposed to know. Sometimes I wake up remembering details too clearly... like they were memories instead of dreams. I'm Mayaa Myst, and this story is inspired by the real dream that has followed me since the earliest age I can remember. Even now, the dream hasn't ended. I've told this dream to so many people, hoping someone would finally explain it to me. But no one ever could.Sometimes I wonder if my mind created it. Sometimes I wonder if it's trying to tell me something. And after years of carrying this dream alone, I decided to write it instead. Welcome to **Trapped in the Endless Dream**. Make sure to read the prologue.

Larry Sandoval was at his wit's end, miserable, unhappy, feeling like an animal trapped, living in a gilded cage, desperate to leave his troubled marriage when one night, quite by chance, after he finally gets the courage to leave his husband, he meets the man of his dreams in Laurent Bourgeois. Laurent is everything Larry's husband is not, and on the night they meet, he and Laurent connect in a way neither saw coming, shaking them both to their core. Initially, Laurent saw Larry and was captivated by him. He wanted him. But Larry was only supposed to be a one-night "encounter", just a means to scratch a sexual itch. Larry too was captivated the second he saw Laurent. But after their one-night encounter reluctantly ends, they say their goodbyes. Neither expected to see the other again. But fate had other plans, and with it a reunion just days later when they come face to face again, and in a most shocking way. To Laurent's surprise, Larry becomes an unexpected piece of a puzzle in his covert mission to uncover a corrupt UN Diplomat leading a clandestine double life. But for Larry, seeing Laurent again is a welcome answer to a prayer, his ticket to a life he'd only dreamed about. Or at least that's what Larry hoped it would be. But will it be? Will Larry and Laurent get what they're both seeking? Will theirs be a happy...or tragic ending? Read ahead to find out, and follow their journey from start to finish. ❤️❤️ DISCLAIMER: Please be advised that, though tastefully done, this love story contains graphically depicted sex scenes and some profanity and therefore may not be suitable for readers under eighteen years of age, or those with an otherwise sensitive religious or spiritual nature who may be opposed to some aspects of this story.

They say he's losing his mind. He says they're letting a murderer walk free. Arthur Hale is a man of rigid habits and bitter silences. For thirty-five years, he has hidden behind the manicured hedges of Hawthorn Crescent, nursing a guilt that won't die. But when a charming widower and his silent son move in next door, the static in Arthur's sleep-deprived brain begins to scream. A glimpse of a woman's face. A muffled thud in the night. A plea for help that might only exist in the space between heartbeats. When the authorities arrive, they find only a perfect home and a "senile" old man. Now, Arthur is trapped in a deadly game of hide-and-seek where the seeker is half-blind and the hider is a master of shadows. As his neighbor begins a chilling campaign of psychological warfare, Arthur must confront the ultimate question: Is there a monster next door, or is the ghost of his dead daughter finally pulling him into the abyss? A slow-burn, mind-bending thriller about guilt, gaslighting, and the deadly cost of watching too closely. (New chapters every Friday!)

If those in charge had the technology to monitor you, would they use the very devices in your own home or something else? Something you would not think twice about. You have a visitor. A black comedy dystopian short story.

Maya Lin takes a job as personal assistant to Clara Yeo - Singapore's most composed, most admired society wife - with one secret agenda: to find out what happened to her sister Chloe, who vanished from the same penthouse months ago without a trace. Inside the glass fortress above Marina Bay, nothing is what it seems. Julian Yeo, the charismatic CEO of Panopticon, appears to be the controlling force - a man who built a surveillance empire and uses it to watch his own home. But as Maya digs deeper, she discovers that the real architect of fear is far closer, far quieter, and far more dangerous than anyone imagined. Set against the gleaming skyline and shadowed backstreets of Singapore, The Orchid Room is a psychological thriller about control, grief, and the terrifying lengths people go to in the name of love - and perfection. Some cages are made of steel. Others are made of orchids.

No Longer Human is a psychological drama set in a world that looks no different from our own-except humanity has become a privilege, not a right. People are stripped of their names, reduced to numbers, and taught that dignity is nothing more than an illusion. At the center of the story is Patient 5698, a person trying to survive a society where identity is erased, emotions are questioned, and every choice comes with a price. This is not a story about heroes. It's a story about people trying not to lose themselves.

Mica and Ben have made it back to the City of Salt all the way from Windrose City, but they are not alone. Mara, Jason, and Amelia have escaped the city also and made their way West. Their reunion is not what Mica imagined. Anda (her lost sister now called Mara) has been Burned and does not remember who she is, and Ben has failed to restore her memories. Worse yet, they all finally learn the truth about Peter's murder, and it is nothing they imagined. Follow Mica and Anda as they discover the truth about themselves, Perseus, and their past. Will they finally discover who Perseus is? And can Perseus save them in time?

Charismagic will change your life forever. Like it did to hers... When Sofia, the unsuspecting owner of a gift-wrapping service, enters her shop one morning, she has no idea her quiet life is about to come to an end... The young woman becomes trapped in an ongoing struggle between two secret agents and archenemies, William and Adam, who turn her life upside down in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, she's thrust into the ancient world of charismagic, where she quickly realizes she has a special, yet unwanted, Gift. Blindly following William on his mission to Rome, she finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time as the battle between agents unleashes catastrophic events...only to see her become a scapegoat, forced to suffer for the mistakes of others and changing her fate forever. When everything seems lost, a glimmer of hope brightens the darkest period of her life. But Sofia's forced to decide - whether to save herself, or the whole world... Which side are you on? Would you choose the need for justice, or the desire for power? And can this decision ever be so black-and-white?

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This city is disgusting. Underworld is nothing more than a carcass of what it used to be. It was built after the collapse of the world economy; to establish peace, to keep an eye on every citizen living in the city. There isn't one single soul on this planet who knows where this city is built. Any sort of tracking device, if found, is immediately destroyed under the name of ''maintaining and regulating safety'' procedures. Big eye is the name of the administration of the city. There is a reason why it has such name. They will follow you anywhere you go, anything you do, anything you think. No one could uprise against the big eye. No one could have secrets in the circular border of Underworld. And should you pose a threat against the Big Eye and its objectives. You will be eradicated promptly. Erased from others' mind and memories. You don't die physically but the consequences of what is done will be overwhelming enough to erase you. It is almost as if they take your soul away, as if you had never existed in the first place. The Big Eye is rumored to be a machine, unlike what they teach at institutions. A machine built by the bourgeoisie to track the proletariat; to rule the working class; to affright them with their very own dreams. Dreams of things they would never reach. Dreams made of colors that do not exist in Underworld. Underworld has its own way with colors, you can never encounter the slightest shade of colors other than gray for ''it is the hue of peace and stability'' quoted by the Big Eye.

Echo Logic - Sound Log 7 deepens the tension as Marshal Dren Vale moves in close enough to remotely surveil Naomi Juno's secret meeting. Inside an abandoned relay station, Naomi and Ernst Keller fumble through an unexpectedly awkward and charged introduction, both sensing something more beneath the surface. As they share their work and philosophies, they realize their technologies - one to break control, the other to awaken minds - are stronger together. Unseen but listening, Senya Rhys witnesses the start of something larger than any of them had planned.

In this world, the death of thought is the only true death. For a century, the Ingsoc regime has ruled with an iron grip. The Thought Police govern all, the telescreens watch all, and not even a whisper, a fleeting dream, escapes their scrutiny. One stray thought-one deviation from the dictated truth-and you are erased. Not just killed. Erased. Your name, your past, your very existence-gone. I am Elijah Raymond, an investigator of the Party. Loyal. Obedient. Unquestioning. Until the night my neighbor-the old priest who once baptized me-was executed in the streets. Before he died, he pressed a bloodstained scrap of paper into my hand. "Society must accept the Rainmen." For this single piece of paper, I became a thought criminal. My identity revoked. My accounts frozen. The omnipresent surveillance now tracking my every move. The Thought Police, enforcers, mages, swordsmen, and Rainmen hunters-all out to eliminate me. I thought I could explain. I thought I could plead my case. But when my superior gave the order, his voice was cold, absolute- "Erase him. Leave no memory behind." And at that moment, I understood. True death is not the destruction of the body. It is the annihilation of thought. If thought itself is dead-are we still human?