Inquisitormaster Jade Mga Nobela at Kwento

"That you're terrified of wanting something that could actually be good." The words landed somewhere tender. I didn't answer. Jade reached into the paper bag and produced crackers and a container of hummus and slid them toward me. "Eat something. And then I need to tell you something I found. About Marcus." I sat up straighter. "What did you find?" She'd been quietly investigating Marcus for weeks--I'd known, had let her, because Jade had contacts and instincts and a stubbornness that made her genuinely dangerous when she decided to dig into something. She pulled out her phone and turned it to face me.

a voice whispered. Jade froze. She didn't look toward the pod. She looked toward the corner of the room, where a woman sat in a high-backed chair, watching her. The woman looked to be in her sixties, elegant and sharp, wearing a laboratory coat that bore the seal of the "London Genetic Institute." "I'm the person who’s going to shut this down," Jade said, her hand resting on the EMP charge at her belt.

Brianna served tea and then went to look after Leah. "Mr. Rae, may I have a private meeting with Gemma?" Jade asked. Mark looked puzzled. "Why do you want to see her?" Gemma was now a major criminal suspect, and no one could see her before the upcoming trial. Jade's request put Mark in a difficult position. "I have some questions for her, and it's important to me," Jade said firmly. Since Leah had given Jade the ancient jade, Jade had been increasingly curious about her own origins. She wanted to know who she was, what her parents looked like, and why they had abandoned her.

Jade—the scorned heiress who had already made headlines for storming a Langston event once before. The crowd parted instinctively as Jade strode toward Carter, her heels biting against marble. “Carter Langston,” her voice sliced through the air, commanding the room’s silence. She held up a USB drive, gleaming under the chandeliers. “You think you can play king forever? This—” she lifted it higher, “—is proof your empire’s built on lies. Faulty products. Fudged reports. And worse. The Takahashis deserve to know the truth.”

There was a girl next to him, among all others, that caught my eye and from the way she made eye contact with Liam, scowling at Dexter as well, I could tell that the two were more than just ordinary classmates. “You want another detention, Mr. Montell?” Irvin growled a little bit too personally and Dexter snarled right back at him. I thought they’d both attack each other with how Dexter was fuming but fuck this, I needed to get this over with. Moving to the front of the class, I folded my arms, feeling everyone’s examining eyes boring into me like drills, especially fucking Irvin, and said whatever shit came to my mind. “I’m Jade from the East. My parents are…” Thank goodness for Jade’s reco

Mark sat up and looked down at Jade, “You, why do you come into my home just to fart?” Jade grinned, “I came here to ask you to look for someone for me.” “Who?” Mark asked as he stood up. “Mateo Silver, he is really handsome but dresses like a bum,” Jade answered with a smile. Mark walked over to the dining table where his laptop was and sat down on the chair, he flipped his laptop open with a yawn. He input his password, plugged in a few devices and a search bar showed up and he typed Mateo Silver into it.

She exuded an air of authority and glamor. Ula sat up instinctively, anxiously asking, "Who are you? Where is this?" "Welcome to the world of dreams. I'm delighted to meet you. I am Jade, the mistress here," the woman replied with a proud tone and a haughty smile. "Why am I here?" Ula asked, terrified, continuing, "I don't know you. What do you want from me?" "Calm down, Ula," Jade requested as she noticed Ula's pale complexion and trembling demeanor.

"Where are you from? What are you studying?" "Clearbrook, Ohio. Pre-med track, biology concentration." "Pre-med," Jade said, her brows lifting slightly. "So you're the responsible one." "I'm the quiet one," Quin said, keeping her voice even. "Not the same thing." Mara pointed her fork at her. "I like her." Jade tilted her head, studying Quin with sharper interest now, as if a previous assessment were being revised. She then left the room. Mara got up and stretched like someone who had worked overnight, arms above her head, spine curving, completely unself-conscious, and Quin observed this with the same attention she gave everything.

'She's right you know, not everyone is Jasper, not everyone will break your heart. If only I could but I'm not ready yet. 'You're not getting any younger though.' I know right? While I was still having a mind battle my office cell phone rang. I answered the phone. "Doctor Giordana Quinton on the line how can I help you?" "Good morning Doctor, a Mr. Forbes is here to see you should I send him in?" "Sure," I replied absentmindedly. "Nice office Giordana." I heard a deep masculine voice not up to two minutes later.

“Lincoln Lynn!” Jade suddenly shouted angrily, and it pulled Lincoln back from his memories. Lincoln immediately looked at Jade, Selene, and Old Master Shaw. “Dad is talking to you!” Jade had taken the initiative long ago to address Old Master Shaw as Dad instead. Lincoln immediately said, “Please go ahead, Old Master Shaw.” “Do you still have the information about the crimes Sabrina committed back then? For example, how she killed someone by mistake and also did the person she mistakenly murdered have a family?”