Jsab Pink Corruption Novels & Stories

He throws him on the ground in front of us and starts explaining. “Alpha, this asshole is a mole. After you stripped him of his position and he wanted revenge, so he called up the elder council. Guess who he has been cozying up to?” He growled. “Who?” Sable asked. “Peterson.” I lift Nick by his neck and start squeezing, “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?!” I screamed at Nick. “PETERSON IS CORRUPT! HE IS PART OF THE HUMAN TRAFFICKING RING ME AND A BUNCH OF OTHERS ARE TRYING TO BRING DOWN! YOU JUST GAVE AWAY OUR POSITION!”

when he remained silent, she grinned, “What? Cat got your tongue? Do you really think I would let you get away with this, Sanscroft? Years… I spent years living with that unholy brat who thinks she’s so better than me, you have no idea–” “Oh, but that is where you are wrong,” Jin interrupted, glaring up at the Queen with rekindled hate; “…The Princess told me everything. If it weren’t for your stepdaughter’s insistence, I would gladly have you arrested for attempted murder and abuse as soon as I was knighted!” “Such arrogance,” Queen Ysabel forced a laugh, taking a step away from him quickly. “…Stefan was the same too, your father mostly–it must run in the family, huh?”

All his comrades and flowers were either dead or rotting in jail now. "When will you come to your senses?" Don Francis asked him. Pavel eyed the man intently without saying a word. In his mind, he blamed the old man for what happened. He was the one who advised him to torture Gabriella and send the video to NBCI. He was the one who instigated the plan to kill the Chief Agent and now NBCI retaliated with a hard blow on his head. With Sultan gone, Pavel had no way of spying on the state or diverting police operations to other crimes while he did his own. With Sultan gone, Saba was his only base for operation but the space was too small for him. He also had a feeling that soon NBCI would go aft

Hayes was in cuffs, Giveon gone, Ryan rotting in a cell, the FBI’s rot carved out, but Viktor Salazar, the snake who’d tried to kill me, was still out there, his shadow a blade over my life. I stood in Deputy Director John’s office, his desk cluttered with files, his eyes sharp under gray brows. Sub-directors Martinez and Klein flanked him, their suits crisp, their gazes skeptical, their trust in me thin after the corruption scandal. I leaned forward, my hands planted on the desk, my voice steady, my heart pounding.

Silence filled the room. I looked at the files on the screen. At the proof of corruption on a scale I couldn't fully comprehend. At the evidence that could maybe bring down an empire. "We need to take this to the authorities," I said. "The FBI. The Department of Justice. Someone with the power to actually prosecute this." "No." Adrien's voice was sharp. Immediate. "Absolutely not." I turned to him. "What? Why not?" "Because the authorities are compromised. You just heard Miguel Apex has people in law enforcement. Federal. State. Local. We don't know who we can trust."

“She wasn’t doing you a favor. You were the proof-of-concept. A rival who blocked one of her family’s pharma deals last year. Memory wipe instead of murder. Cleaner. Deniable. Marketable.” He stared at the wall. “I approved the deal. I signed off. I thought it was just… business.” “It was.” Sabine set the tablet down. “Until someone decided business needed a weapon from two centuries ago.” Tariq’s hands trembled. “What happens to me now?”

A voice over the loudspeaker said, "Containment breach. White file active. All personnel maintain role compliance." Marcus looked up. Jack's blood chilled. White file. The old Source correction language had reached the mortal layer. Marcus grabbed Jack by the collar and dragged him upright. "What did you do?" "Arrived late." The tunnel wall ahead turned white. Not painted. Rewritten. A label appeared above Marcus. HIRED MUSCLE. Marcus stared at it. His face did not change, but Jack saw the insult land. Another label appeared over Jack. LOW-STATUS SPOUSE.

Not a simple glitch,the corruption was specific and thorough, affecting six months of carefully compiled records in a way that suggested someone had intentionally sabotaged it rather than it being technical failure. The second was that seventeen pups from the Silverpine exchange program, who were scheduled to arrive at the Greenwood school for their three-day integration visit, had received communications canceling the visit—communications that appeared to have originated from my official program account and that I had not sent. The third was that the parents of four Greenwood pups with delayed shifting had received a message informing them that their children had been removed from the progr

"Or your plan would be ruined." "Why did MJ accept it? Stayed as someone who was raped by many men, had a miscarriage, and got stabbed by a crazy girlfriend?" "MJ was outnumbered." She mumbled. "She tried hard but those men were retired navy and currently assassins. It's too late when Conrad and Catriona found her." "And the miscarriage? It might be my baby." Sabrina tried hard to mask it. MJ was one of her agents, she was a rising class A agent but somehow, MJ was the one who stepped down and remained as class B and to work in the office. The trauma got into her. After being raped and her miscarriage.