Geass Contacts Novels & Stories

“I don’t know, Geal. Get Rostislav to dig up his recent activities. Every phone call, every safehouse, every cent spent in the last month. I also want Kira’s recent activities looked into. Something is fishy about the way she operates lately. She's watching me too closely.” Geal nodded sharply. He pulled his burner phone from his jacket and barked orders to Rostislav, his tone leaving no room for questions. Once he hung up, a heavy silence settled between us. We both grabbed our coats and left the mansion, heading down to the garage toward the warehouse to wait for Alessandro’s shipment.

Take note: he is also talkative. "They also had a date at the Zoo?" I asked as I rummaged through the food that Bennet had brought. "Yeah. Georgessa loves animals. I remember, she's a researcher from National Geographic Channel so that's a given," Bennet answered. I suddenly let go of the pizza box I was about to open. "Hey, careful!" "S-sorry..." Georgessa from National Geographic? Does that mean... my friend Georgie and Fuji's fiancee Georgessa are the same?

This would be prevented if you could just OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! [UNKNOWN NUMBER: Mr Laurent? Please help.] THIS CONTACT IS NOT IN YOUR ADDRESS BOOK. BLOCK? oOo Gael blinked at the unknown number--sure, there were always spam calls and those people that trolled the system and ran numbers to get to his, but this one seemed like the other person actually had his contact. [to UNKNOWN NUMBER: Who is this?] [UNKNOWN NUMBER: This is Arabella Miller. We met earlier today. At the school.] [Arabella Miller (school):

he said. "Thank you, brother." I dialed the number straight away. Gean Lee picked up straight away. "Miss Lewyn, I was expecting your call. I'm Gean Lee. the contact liaison of Athem&Choir. I'm at your service." His voice was professional and calm. "Great, Gean. I need your help," I said.

"I've been investigating Gia's whereabouts!" Zuko was stunned and asked with his deep voice, "What did you find?" "Something unusual about her, indeed!" Fred said. "There's a phone number that shows up frequently on her phone bill, and it's from Centrolis! I checked the number, and I was surprised to find that it belongs to..." "Who is it?" Fred paused before continuing. "The person's name is Melvin Thompson. He seems to be related to Nicholas Thompson of the Thompson Group..."

Emma, sensing Georgina's unease, attempted to reassure her, saying, "He'll take care of this, alright? Everything will be fine." Georgina managed a small smile of gratitude. Emma then noticed something on the floor and pointed at it, asking, "What's that?" Georgina bent down to examine it and realized it was the card Agent Gabriel had given her. She quickly picked it up and, closing her palm, explained to Emma that it was something private.

"Gina already looked into it. That man is the richest person in the city! Claiming connections to powerful people is exactly the kind of thing fake socialites like you do!" Georgina clung to his arm and sighed about how pitiful he was, how close he had come to being deceived by someone like me. Then she turned her attention to my phone, her tone dripping with suggestion. "Sean, a fake socialite like her usually keeps several targets on the hook at once. Check her phone. I bet she's got contact info for a whole lineup of sugar daddies saved in there." Sean grabbed my wrist and ripped the phone out of my hand. He scrolled furiously through my contacts, then shoved the screen in my face, pointi

Normally I liked this time of day it was quiet, but now, it felt tense and dreadful. “What else do we know?” I asked without turning around. “He used contacts outside our circle,” Matteo said, “Some of them are connected to smaller suppliers in Reggio. I had Marcello track down two names that appeared in his last few calls. They’re not new to the game, but they don’t work with us, or at least, they didn’t.” “And the Belgrados?” I asked, “Have they responded?” “Not yet, but once they get wind of it, they’ll be expecting an explanation, and if they think we authorized it...”

Kai’s jaw tightened, their passionate kiss—Gianna’s fire, their brief surrender—a spark that burned through his focus. Gianna Moretti stood by a window, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she monitored comms. Her arm graze was a faint ache, her unconfessed secret—Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel—a weight. Their kiss, Kai’s hands on her, had cracked her walls, but vulnerability scared her, her heart a battlefield. She glanced at Kai, their bond a fire, their trust tested by the burner phone, now a distant shadow.

Sherry blinks up at her as she gulps. “So be it.” Marissa pulls Zarah to the surface, her golden eyes glowing like molten gold. “Who is your contact?” Zarah speaks and Sherry tries to fight the command. Sweat beads on her face as she grits her teeth. “Her name is Kayla. She is in the city. She has a tea shop called brewers delight. That is her base of operations.” I mind link Alix to get a team together to go and bring her in. “How do you contact her?” I ask as I step forward. She turns her frightened gaze to me before her eyes soften and she smiles maliciously at me.