Argost Secret Saturdays Novels & Stories

He needed to restore the damage. He needed to become the man he should’ve been before everything fell apart. Hours passed before he reached the final file—its name strange, as if it were disguised. “midnight_room_07.” Argan opened it. A single message appeared on the screen. Black text on a red background. No sender. No timestamp. No encryption. Just a line. > I’m not finished. Argan’s breath stilled. Another text slowly appeared, letter by letter, as if typed in real time:

Ikaris replied as he pulled his phone from his pocket to search for the email sent to him. "Here it is," He said as he walked over to Argos and handed him the phone. Argos scanned the email and nodded. "I see we still have some space. We can squeeze her in." He said as he handed the phone back to Ikaris. "Where?" Ikaris asked as he stared at the email, trying to figure out what Argos saw that he didn't. "She can have your room unless you have a problem," Argos said, looking at Ikaris.

“If this is where you expect me to do some guru type shit and tell you to climb Mt. Everest in a quest to find yourself, you’re out of luck.” “Asshole,” Ares fought the smile on his face at his friend’s taunting. He closed his eyes and spoke quietly, “Magda told me yesterday she has a date this week. I’ve lost her, Jake and I can’t get her back.” He wasn’t sure what reaction he’d been expecting from Jake but a loud laugh wasn’t it. He opened one eye quizzically at him. “What?” “Ajax messaged me again. It seems Miklos got himself kidnapped yesterday and Dimitra saved his ass by torturing a man in a bathtub. He said he heard Dimitra telling Miklos when they get back the girls are all going dan

He shook his head at me. I was about to understand what he was saying when I heard Argo's name called to speak on stage. "Come with me," he whispered again. He grabbed my arm again, leading me to the side of the function hall. My heart skipped a beat as I watched Argo standing handsomely on the stage. He's probably the most gorgeous and hot guy in this room. Everyone turned their heads when he started his speech. "This is a disaster." Paul whispered while watching Argo on the stage.

Argo explained. “Where is the tool now?” Queenie immediately cut off Argo’s explanation. “I don’t know where the device is. It is kept in a red box that can glow. The problem is that the box can only be are opening by someone who has the same sign.” Queenie was silent as she looked at Argo. Maybe the red box was hers. But, as Queenie memories, the box wasn’t big enough to hold a distiller. After all, she had already checked the inside of the box. There was only a piece of the book that was written. Another page was just blank pages.

“Oh, congratulations for the victory, sister… Oops, sorry, ex-sister.” “A man spending six million on a ‘five hundred bucks’ worth of piece is quite generous. I wonder who he bought it for actually… You, or his massive ego.” Selene froze in mid-air. Her eyes burned as she glared at me. Right then, some hushed voices echoed from the hall outside the washroom. "Did you see it? Mr. Argos was so awesome!" "He actually ended up donating ten million in his wife's name! Agh, I'm so jealous of her!”

CHAPTER 52: THE SECRET SATURDAY CHARLOTTE'S POV I stared at the message on my phone again. “First Saturday before Oaksman. You know what to do. Don’t be late!” No sender, no exexplanation. Just a reminder. I blinked then blinked again. My brain refused to connect the dots at first. “First Saturday before Oaksman…” I muttered under my breath. “That’s… a yearly thing. Right? The yearly secret meeting. The one I’d joined in my junior year, the moment I became popular, before life went sideways, before Sienna and Maya and everything exploded.

she replied angrily. “Yes, you are bitch! I can't believe I wasted my money planning a secret date for you!!! I even paid for the whole floor so we can have a romantic and private dinner all to ourselves. But then you come in here accusing me of cheating. God! I'm such a fool!” Karl shouted frustrated. “You are such...” Gia paused her words as soon as Aiden's words sunk into her brain and she looked up at him. “What do you mean? Private... Romantic dinner? What are you talking about?,” She asked as her complexion slowly turned pale.

I walked away from her and headed to one of the shopping racks. “What do you mean?” I asked. No one knew about Damon and I and our secret romance, except for Carly and Justin. Ashley followed me. “I saw you guys at the beach on Friday. It seemed like you guys were arguing and a couple of minutes later, Justin said he saw you jump in a car with him.” I looked. I hope Justin wasn’t drunk and telling my business. “We’ve been arguing about the number of times I visit him to talk about my problems. He thinks it should be more, I think less. He’s just always on my case.” She smiled.

The second key. The screen flickers one last time - ARGUS: 78% ACTIVE. SHUTDOWN IMMINENT.