Library
Maghanap
Home / Paranormal / The Wolfpack's New Receptionist / A Special Kind of Stupid

Share

A Special Kind of Stupid

Author: Elize Pheiffer
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-01 12:04:53
At 5:30 AM, the rain stopped, leaving the city dripping and wet. I drove back to the garage.

As I pulled into the gravel lot, the silver SUV was no longer a block away. It was parked directly across from the gate, its engine idling. The "Shadow", the contractor my father had hired, was standing by the driver’s side door. He was no longer trying to be undercover. He was wearing a tactical vest, and his hand was resting openly on the grip of a sidearm.

I stepped out of the Corolla, my legs shaking
Patuloy na basahin ang aklat na ito nang libre
I-scan ang code upang i-download ang App
Nakaraang Kabanata Susunod na kabanata
Locked Chapter

Pinakabagong kabanata

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Who Did This?

    Our convoy of tactical bikes and the reinforced transport tore through the overgrown timber roads. My knuckles were locked white around my handlebars, my heart hammering chaoticly against my ribs. Beside me, Cane rode with a terrifying silence, his golden eyes burning with the primal rage. Maya and Vinnie flanked our rear, their weapons hot and ready, while Elena rode shotgun in the transport, her digital tablet casting a pale, cold glow across her focused face.The trees began to thin, giving way to a wide, natural clearing carved into the base of the mountain. This was Torin’s territory, a secluded sanctuary where his pack had lived in peace since the fall of the Citadel.Or at least, it used to be.As we broke through the final dense cluster of evergreens, I slammed on my brakes, the bike’s rear tire sliding violently across the frost-covered gravel before coming to a dead stop. I cut the engine.

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Trail

    The honeymoon phase of Elena’s employment at Viper’s Forge lasted exactly twenty-four hours.By the second day, she wasn't just managing corporate accounts or answering the phone; she was sitting elbows-deep in tactical data streams while the rest of us geared up for war. It didn't take long for the garage's true nature to demand her specific brand of genius.It started just past midnight. The garage floor was quiet, the heavy red doors sealed tight as Vinnie ran diagnostics on his mechanical arm and Maya sharpened her blades. I was reviewing perimeter reports in the briefing bay when Elena’s voice cut sharply through the comms."Eloise. You need to see this," she said, her tone devoid of its usual professional detachment.I pushed away from the tactical table and strode into the communications c

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The New Receptionist

    I pulled my keycard from my blazer pocket, pressing it firmly against the biometric scanner in the steel frame of the red doors. Viper’s Forge had plenty of operational entry points on the garage floor, but the red doors were different. To anyone who worked here, those doors were a symbol of absolute restriction. Behind them lay our classified logistics, the armory, the communications array, and the command center where we tracked any movement that could indicate where Silas and Caspian are hiding.The heavy locks disengaged, and the twin slabs swung inward."Step inside," I said, my voice measured and low.Elena didn’t hesitate. She stepped past me into the brightly lit intake room, her boots clicking against the floor. Maya and Vinnie moved in right behind her, acting as an escort. The heavy red doors shut behind us.

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Old Habits Die Hard

    The world outside the windows of Viper’s Forge was supposedly healing. It had been months since the pulse collapsed, months since the Senator began the hard task of piecing together a shattered society. In the wake of Silas’exposure, the public had been forced to reckon with a reality that defied their prejudices. They had been told that the "wolf" was the boogeyman, the shadow lurking in the woods, the reason they needed the Vanguard to watch their backs.But when the Black-Box broadcast triggered that global override, the mask had slipped. People realized that the man they worshiped as a protector was the true horror, and the "beasts" they had been taught to fear were simply their neighbours. The quiet mechanic next door, the unassuming farmer on the outskirts of town, the people who had been living in the shadows to avoid a war they never wanted. The Senator’s new laws were a st

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   What The Hell Happened?

    The tunnels of the Undercity felt safe. We were broken, bleeding, and trembling, but we were alive.The senator and Harrison were waiting, their faces pale with anxiety as they saw the state of us. They didn't ask questions; they moved. I felt strong, steady hands lift me onto a Gurney as Cane was wheeled past, his chest barely rising with his shallow breaths.Raya followed on a stretcher, her face a mask of unconscious agony."Stabilize them! Now!" the Senator barked, his voice echoing off the damp concrete.“Eloise!” I heard my father scream.“What the hell happened?” he said.I looked at him as he slowly started to fade away . . .The next few hours were a blurred montage of cauterized wounds, synthetic bandages, and th

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Executioner

    The ring of Vanguard soldiers stood shoulder-to-shoulder, their dark visors reflecting the orange glare of the burning fuel drums. They were statues of obedience, their pulse-rifles locked in a tight, unbroken circle that left no room for escape, no room for hope.Caspian stood over Cane, his massive plated paw raised high above the fallen Alpha's head. The rotating steel teeth along his jaw whirred with a high-pitched, lethal whine, eager for flesh."Any last words, Cane?" Caspian’s voice grated through the suits' external speakers, distorted by synthetic malice."Any final apologies to the world you think you're saving?"Cane’s golden eyes flickered, the heavy weight of the massive paw pinning his shoulders to the concrete. He couldn't lift his arms; his bones were cracked, his muscles shredded from the sheer, overwhe

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Receptionist Wanted

    The second week was a lesson in humiliation. It was a slow-motion car crash, far more painful than the one that had totaled my Bugatti. That crash had been fast, while this was a daily erosion of my pride.I had spent two days crafting a resume. It was a pathetic document that made me feel queasy.

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Budgets and Betrayals

    The door to Apartment 2B didn’t open with a thumbprint or a glide. It squeaked on rusted hinges, sticking against a linoleum floor that had seen better days. As Edward’s town car faded into the distance, leaving me standing in a hallway that smelled of industrial cleanser, the reality of the Miller

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Contract

    The car pulled over in front of Thorne Strategic Heights, towering like a tomb over Miami. Usually, this building felt like a symbol of my birthright, but today it looked like my last resting place. I caught my reflection in the tinted window of the town car. My gown was stained and torn, my blonde

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Do you know who I am?

    We were blasting music, windows down, singing along, when a stray dog suddenly ran across the road. I swerved hard to the right and lost control. I then heard a loud crash as the Bugatti rammed the curb and hit a light pole.“Are you alright?” I asked Isabelle.“Oh my god! I think my nose is broken

Higit pang Kabanata

Maaari mong magustuhan

Galugarin at basahin ang magagandang nobela
Libreng basahin ang magagandang nobela sa GoodNovel app. I-download ang mga librong gusto mo at basahin kahit saan at anumang oras.
Libreng basahin ang mga aklat sa app
I-scan ang code para mabasa sa App
DMCA.com Protection Status