Argost Secret Saturdays Mga Nobela at Kwento

Adrian’s support had been a constant, and it was comforting to know that no matter what she decided for the Callahan legacy, she wouldn’t be doing it alone. Arriving at the car, Adrian opened the door for her, and they made their way to a nearby upscale French restaurant—one that Elena had always wanted to visit but had never gotten around to. The evening air was crisp, carrying the promise of a fresh start. Inside, the intimate atmosphere was perfect for a night of celebration. Soft music played in the background, and the scent of freshly baked bread and garlic wafted through the air, adding to the feeling of luxury that seemed to surround them.

Drake responded his fingers trailing down Justin's cheek. " You're confusing me" Justin folded his arms. Everytime Drake touched Justin and whispered while talking to him, felt like he was in a world hw couldn't give a name to. "We'll be attending this event together over the weekend ," Drake said to Justin, handing him a folder. Justin frowned as he opened it "what's this, a retreat?" He said looking at Drake. Drake nodded. "I need my assistant with me. Surely you don’t have other plans?" " Yes a business retreat and I'll be needing you with me. I'm sure you don't have any other plans for the weekend do you?" Drake said moving to his seat.

The foundation was laced with secret passages, half-finished tunnels, and power-dampening walls. They set up base beneath the original observation dome — now overgrown with vines and shielded from detection. Carl dropped a heavy duffel on the floor. “We’ve got enough equipment to tap the central comms system. We can broadcast if we need to.” Ophelia didn’t respond. She was scanning the map — tracing routes toward a mysterious, heavily-guarded chamber labeled “S3-X.” “What’s that?” Lilith asked, leaning in. Carl frowned. “That’s… not on any of the official layouts.”

Otherwise, he never would have announced his engagement to Amber the very day he learned the truth. It didn't concern me anymore, though. I simply didn't care about the reasons or the date of their wedding. I just went ahead and booked my flight for Feronia. I took the necklace Emilio had shattered to a restoration shop just before leaving for Feronia. It was a Diske original—too exquisite to remain in pieces. It was quite unfortunate, though—due to the extreme intricateness of the workmanship, the people at the shop informed me that they couldn't attempt the restoration.

“Once we step through those doors, we’re not Pierce and Vittore anymore. We’re the new blood the old world never saw coming.” “Then let’s give them something to remember.” ⸻ The drive to the gala was silent, but not tense. Just charged — like a storm caught in glass. The Argent Circle hosted their events at an estate north of the city, an architectural marvel draped in gold and secrecy. The kind of place where power hummed through marble floors and secrets were served with champagne.

His face was unshaven, and his eyes were bloodshot. The moment he saw me, he fell to his knees with a heavy thud. "Honey, I finally found you." It turned out that on my first day in Edoras, a friend posted a photo online about our reunion. In that picture, Calvin spotted the bracelet on my wrist. From there, he asked around, pieced together that I had a friend at the Architecture Alliance, and immediately booked a ticket to Edoras. However, when he landed, disaster struck–his luggage was lost, his wallet stolen, and he had nowhere to stay.

"Including what you carry. Where is the leather satchel I bought you from the trade alliance?" "I returned it," I whisper, my pulse racing against his heavy palm. "I don't need a million-coin bag to sit at your council table." "An Argyros Luna does not carry cheap hide," Leonidas commands, his grip tightening just enough to assert dominance before he releases me. "Stelios, take the chariot to the Sparta Moonhaven trade sector. She will select a proper relic before we enter the citadel." The iron carriage halts in front of HARMADS, the most exclusive vault in the central market where high-born wolves trade enchanted gear and rare beast-hides.

"Well, that is sad for them. I will just have to cancel this year's invitation as well." Kany laughed darkly, a wicked glint appearing in her eyes. "Oh, hell no, you aren't cancelling." Victoria raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?" "Because I already hacked their master guest list," Kany said smoothly, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. "And the anonymous CEO of the Argentis Group will be attending in person." That caught Victoria’s attention instantly. She froze, setting her stylus down on the mattress. "Argentis?"

He was merely reluctant to spend money on me. At this time, James walked over. "Miss, everything is packed." As the last suitcase was lifted onto the van, the house I had lived in for five years no longer contained anything belonging to me. My phone rang once again, but this time I didn't answer. A message very quickly popped up. [Lola, did you book that seven-star hotel in Meridianna? Why can't the front desk find our check-in information?] I ignored it. An hour later, my phone began to ring frantically.

If I wasn’t freaking out about my secret being found out before I am ready to tell it, I might actually think Mack’s behavior was sweet. I watch as Mack shows Doc Edwards to the front door. “I ordered some stuff from Maggie’s. You didn’t eat much today. You must be starving.” My stomach growls at the mention of Maggie’s. They have the best dessert and appetizers. “Got a little bit of everything. Scary movie night is back on.” I guess that explains what he was doing on his phone. “Are we really not going to talk about what happened tonight?” I raise my eyebrow at him.