Novel & Cerita Clandestine Meeting

It was the perfect place for a clandestine meeting, far from the prying eyes of The Tribunal. All day, Evelyn found it hard to focus. She went through the motions at work, but her mind kept drifting back to the meeting with Kade. She knew it would be dangerous, but she also knew it was the best chance she had to get the information she needed. As night fell, she steeled herself, knowing that what she was about to do could change everything. ***

So I needed to know it all–the good, the bad, and the disgusting. "Jaxon, good to see you," Leon said, and I could tell he actually meant it. Not everybody who said it to me did. Nice. He took his sunglasses off, shut the door, and locked it behind him. We needed to have these meetings off the grid. The location was a hotel room in a place that catered to a very discrete clientele. Discrete in the sense that I had paid them enough money to ensure that all records of my presence there remained off of the books. I had to make sure that my enemies hadn’t followed me, or watched what I did. If I had Cynthia tailed, then I could be damn sure that she did the same to me. Cynthia was many things, b

He doesn't usually come up to my office, we always hold the meetings downstairs where it will be easier for him but I insisted on the meeting being held here today and he didn't question it or maybe he was just too worried about his granddaughter. "The plan to go to the amusement park was spontaneous so how..." "The house is bugged," I answered. Nobody flinched or even showed any signs of surprise. Things like this are common in our line of work. "Then why are we holding this meeting in here?" Roberto asked. I raised the listening device that I had in my fist. "I disconnected them." I turned to Enzo. “You said you figured out a way to reach them.” He nodded and cleared his throat. “There is

"Oh." "We pledge our oath and speak the words of our Elders. We drink from our blood donor. The secretary will ask about the current business. We give our accounts of the week's business. We speak an oath of secrecy and then we disperse. It all takes about two hours. Of course we have visitors, so it won't be a normal meeting this evening. This is a special meeting." I narrowed my eyes. "You know I won't let anything happen to my people." "I would have thought that you would have considered that yesterday evening," Marcelle said.

The area was perfect for a clandestine meeting—isolated with multiple escape routes and plenty of places to hide. "He's approaching the coordinates now," Caleb reported. On screen, I watched as Dave parked the car and climbed out. His breathing was rapid, audible through the audio feed. The camera jerked as he walked, showing glimpses of cracked pavement, graffitied walls, piles of refuse. "There's no one here," Dave's voice came through clearly. "The place is empty." I leaned closer to the screen. He was right. The designated meeting spot—a cleared area between two warehouses—was completely deserted.

he said, his tone indicating that he was already making plans. "Good, reach out to Mia and Rex as well. I believe another meeting is due. We need to know exactly what we are doing," I said. "I will. But, I think this meeting should be secret and not in the pack. It's obvious we have a traitor amongst us. Having the meeting here is like shooting ourselves in the leg," he said. "You're right. Set up a meeting and let me know the location," I said, watching as Chester turned to leave the room.

Three days later, Claire walked into a meeting that could either give us the breakthrough we needed or expose her as a double agent and get her killed. I watched from the surveillance van parked two blocks away, listening to audio feeds and monitoring the magical tracking spells Serena had placed. Owen sat beside me, tense and ready to launch a rescue if needed. The meeting location was a coffee shop in a neutral territory, public enough to seem safe but private enough for conspiracy. Claire entered and ordered a drink, then sat at a corner table to wait. The person who joined her fifteen minutes later made my blood run cold. It was someone I knew. Someone I trusted.

Going to meet her and also bringing her here would take more than two hours, I had to figure out where to meet her, somewhere that would be convenient for her and not too far from where she lived. I immediately called Alexa on phone asking her if she knew about any hidden spot not very far from home I would take Camellia to that Mark wasn’t aware of, she told me there were no bars, or hotels around there Mark didn’t know about. Even if he wasn’t there, he had guys around who would always feed him with whatever information he needed. So she suggested I tell Camellia to meet with me inside the big catholic church few blocks from the house, even if Mark would eventually see her coming out of th

I need to speak with Felicity to understand the truth behind her behavior. Today is the meeting of the HGS clan, and we are currently gathered in an elegant restaurant. Strangely, there is no one else here except us. Zeke must have rented the entire place to ensure that our discussion remains completely private. The HGS clan actually has its own designated meeting place, but since Zeke preferred a different setting for today’s discussion, we ended up here instead. We discussed our primary responsibilities as members of HGS. The meeting was not particularly intense; knowing Zeke, he always communicates in a direct and straightforward manner. Because of that, the meeting did not last for sever

"I do not want the other packs to hear about this alliance until the ink is dry on the skin. We must hold our meeting in a completely secret place where no spies can hear us." "We can go right now," Brandon says, his voice very hard. "Lead the way, Jackson." "Your private den, really?" Joe Hale says. His voice sounds very bitter as he and Brandon follow Michael inside the Jackson Silverclaw Citadel. Joe is thinking about the last time he stood in this room. Michael stops and looks back over his shoulder. His face looks very serious and honest. "Our packs needed a secret space, and my den is safe. You know huge land deals must stay quiet until our blood marks are on the scroll."