Expert Secrets Book Review Novels & Stories

she explained, picking the book up. “So I’ll look into the unbinding if you want to check that book about our mate bond.” she suggested. “Divide and conquer. An excellent strategy.” I nodded, picking up the mate book. I sighed, settling into the sofa starting to flip through the pages. This book was impressive. Not just the magic but the amount of research and effort that went into finding all this.

“Checking up on the partnership files for next quarter. But when I went deeper, I noticed an anomaly. Someone accessed your company’s private financial data, off the record.” Deborah straightened in her seat. “That’s impossible. Our system is secured by three levels of encryption.” “Not impossible,” Luther corrected, his tone flat. “Just internal.” Her heart skipped. “You’re saying someone inside Valmere hacked our files?” “I’m saying whoever did this knew exactly where to look,” Luther said. She could hear the faint clacking of his keyboard as he spoke, his voice calm but cold. “They bypassed every security wall like they built it themselves. Offshore accounts, expense reports, private tran

I blushed, shook my head, and cleared my throat. “I mean, I’ve been planning to give you since you solved the assignment. The book is very important, it costs the owner’s life.” “What?” he asked in surprise. He’s too young to know the story of the book. The book isn’t popular because it’s the author’s first book. He was a psychologist and also labelled a psychopath. What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss.

he bragged to me. And he's damn right, even though I want to be a bit hesitant to admit it. It's such a shame that I can be this predictable. Twice, I've been figured out by Paul and Ethan. And in those moments, I thought I was the smarter one. It just dawned on me that I've been a fool again. I surely didn't learn from my past mistakes with Paul. The first time is always a mistake. The second time is usually a coincidence. But if it occurred for the third time, that's definitely a pattern.

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

I tell Ethan. “They are known to be like that with everyone, trust me you are in great hands and in no time you will go back to living your regular life. He assured me. “ You never told me you were a genius and even went to the same high school with one of the best doctors here”. I said to Ethan, giving him a wide look. “It's not what you think”. He laughed. “We didn't have much time to talk yesterday”. He tries to convince me. I just let it slide because I know we both had to leave yesterday for our therapy session.

The book totally has 60 pages, each has 12 to 15 lines. I read the book somewhat unwillingly until one line caught my attention which caused all the hair in my body to stand up immediately. "Once again I'm warning you, Heil is not what you are thinking. His brain is more active than the normal human and he can see your past once he looks into your eyes. Trust me, he is a human, not an animal. I hope my first 30 pages would have cleared your doubt." What!! Heil is not a human!!! It's a monster. I saw that with my own eyes. The book is totally shit!!

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

"Sir! We have an urgent situation outside!" a loud voice rattled the cramped space of the quarters. "You candy assed moron! Haven't I told you before to leave all matters to the able hands of my assistant! Leave! Now!" a fat man lodged at a comfortable chair while holding a book with sensual depictions on it. Its contents were of women doing different positions in the most popular technique in the history of evolution. The cover title was Secret to Long Life by Jeff Depthfinder.

“Luxe isn’t safe. Luxe is sex in a compact. It’s the red lip that makes people stare. It’s danger in a bottle. Your lines are pretty. But they don’t make anyone feel anything.” One of the juniors shifted uncomfortably, I smiled tightly. “With all due respect, Mr. Kane, pretty sells. I have the data from three focus groups to prove it.” He stepped into my space, close enough I could smell his cologne—something dark and expensive. “Data doesn’t make people buy on impulse at 2 a.m.,” he said quietly. “Feeling does.” The room was silent, but I didn’t back down. “Then let’s see your feeling beat my data in the client presentation.”