Geass Contacts Novels & Stories

"Gabe, what did you get?" "A lot! First things first, I hacked into your guy's computer and phone. You should be getting the printout on your phones any minute now. I went back six months, but I can dig out some more if you'd like. No one is dumb enough to say much over text these days, but I was more interested in the frequency between contacts."

Even if she smiled, the smile did not reach her eyes. "Mother, I... " "Wait a minute, honey!" Gea cut her off when she saw her phone vibrating. She immediately picked up the call. "Boss, I saw that the boy's friend returned to the AL Group," said Rio from the other side.

Caleb asked before I could even say anything else, Gabriel grabbed the phone from my hand and hung it up "Do you mind explaining yourself, ma'am? How did he get your contact? What exactly happened behind me?" Gabriel snarled, his gray orbs turning darker as he folded his hand across his chest staring deeply into my eyes "Gabriel, he asked for my contact and I just gave him my number. Nothing more. I..." "You now go around sharing your contact information with anyone interested? Make me understand better?" Gabriel snarled. "Gabriel, it's not what you think I...

I don't think I can deal with that, especially not on the phone. "What is it?" "I need ten thousand dollars. Could you have it to me by tomorrow morning? 8 am, I'll meet you at maple close. Bye." Just like that, she drops the call. Gia's eyes narrow with concern as my mouth hangs open. "What's wrong?" "I think something terrible has happened to Neriah." An idea strikes me as I turn to her. "You have some contacts with the state secret service, don't you?" She nods cautiously, like she's trying not to disclose too much information to me.

I laughed to myself, sitting on the bed. “Of course. As if a mafia boss would hand me a phone without securing it first.” As soon as I opened the contacts, I found several numbers already saved—Chloe’s and Amy’s among them, along with Maurice’s and the head of mansion security. I scrolled further and saw a contact labeled “Cass.” “Cass? Who’s Cass?” I scrolled more, but there were no other contacts. “Daniel’s number isn’t here.” I sighed deeply and typed in the numbers I’d memorized.

“You got eyes on him?” “No. But he got eyes on me.” I handed her the phone. She took one look at the blackened shell before glancing up at me, confusion flickering across her face. “How?” I didn’t answer right away. The words sat heavy on my tongue. “He called me Veronin.” Her brows furrowed. “That’s not public record. Not even on internal files.” “Exactly.” Gia went quiet, eyes sharp and calculating. “So whoever this is, they’re inside our system.”

The girl agreed and left with a face full of self blame. Hailey stared at her back as she furrowed her brows. "Mr Xavier I seem to have met this assistant of yours somewhere before.." "Hailey, didn't you say that this kind of tactic in chatting someone up is outdated here in this country!" Yonathan smiled lightly. "That woman is not my assistant but she's a maid of the Xavier family." He paused and continued. "Miss George, give me the contact information of the business corporation department of the George's cooperation. In the future if the Xavier family sets up a management office, the George's cooperation will be regarded as the first business partner. "

Something serious must have taken place here. The shrill sound of a phone rang once again, renting the stillness of the air. Geoffrey cleaned his cheeks and searched through Eyare's pocket. He brought out his phone and handed it to me with shaky hands and I reluctantly took it from him. I was honestly not in the mood to talk to anyone right now. Nevertheless, I took a look at it. It was an unlisted number.

"A contact?" "Yes." "In the heart of Greyveil territory?" "Precisely." "A contact you apparently failed to mention until this exact second," Caius's voice dropped into a dangerous, low vibrato, "despite three years of us needing a window into Greyveil's records." *There was a brief of pause.* "The contact operates under strict conditions," Kael said, his voice clipped. "One of which is that I do not expose her existence unless every other avenue has turned into a wall."

Her pulse quickened. “I hope you’re feeling better. Take care of yourself, okay?” She sat up in bed, confused. Who was this? Another message from an unknown number? She glanced toward the door, half-expecting Roman to be standing there. But there was nothing. No one. She didn’t respond. But she soon noticed it was Roman, She had not saved his number.The unsettling feeling was creeping back, and it was no longer just about Joe. It was about Roman but she tried not to think anything of it or maybe it was just the pregnancy hormones.