Keep It In The Family (secret Class) Mga Nobela at Kwento

•• Seleste’s POV ••• “Every year, we lose candidates,” Principal Garrik said, his tone void of sympathy, cold even, holding a small sense of cruelty in it. “This is not a school for the weak. It is not a place for those who cannot follow orders. The Alpha Academy shapes leaders; only those who prove themselves worthy will be allowed to remain. And those who are unworthy would be sent home just as they have been brought here.” I forced myself to remain still, despite the shiver that threatened to crawl up my spine. My breath fogged in the air, each exhale a reminder to stay calm, stay hidden. I was not Seleste. I was Aiden, just another Alpha among many.

“The compromise that we reached was that Beth would move in with me, but into her own bedroom, and as friends. The elders think that the mate bond, even if it isn’t healed, still carries with it healing properties.” “What about us?” I refused to become my mother. I would never agree to be the other woman. “We carry on like normal. Just … in secret for a while.” I almost choked on my own saliva. “You have to be kidding. Please, tell me that you are kidding.” “Jenna, please understand. It’s the best way. And it’s only temporary.” “Why do we need to be mates in secret? If you aren’t getting back together with Beth, then why does it matter if everyone knows about us?”

In fact, it had only made him find everything more and more a matter of course. Another message popped up, still from Harrison. [Don't forget to have the hotel prepare welcome bouquets. Mandy likes white roses, not lilies.] The sentence was short, yet felt like a needle, piercing through my last illusion. I wiped my eyes and put away all my vulnerability. From now on, I only had one identity—capo of Narshe's Olsen mafia family. I dialed the hotel manager's phone once more. "Don't reinstate any of the services canceled just now.

I crouched down so he could see the baby clearly, then smiled and said, "Look at him. Isn't he adorable? He looks just like you did when you were little… "Oh, no, that's not quite right…" I paused, my voice low. "You looked just like him when you were a child." Something inside Michael seemed to crack, like a fragile thread that had finally snapped and was unleashing his most terrifying secret. He clutched his head and started banging it violently against the iron gate before him. One clang, two clangs, three clangs, and… he dropped to the floor with blood running down his crushed skull. Another fallen one.

"You just told us, silly." Mia's eyes widened. "Oops. Don't tell anyone, okay? It's a family secret." Victoria patted her shoulder reassuringly. "Your secret is safe with me." Lily called the girls back to their positions, and Victoria returned to her chair, her mind racing with the new information. Fingerprint locks. A hidden safe room. Different access levels for different family members. Each detail a potential weakness to exploit. For the rest of the class, Victoria alternated between watching the routine and making notes on the clipboard she'd brought, not about dance technique, but about everything Mia had revealed. The girl was a gold mine of information, eager to share with a trusted

“Okay, I won't tell anyone else. But… does your family know? Are they aware of this?" I shook my head. “No, they don't. And I'd like to keep it that way,” I said, looking at her seriously. “Can I trust you to keep my secret?” This was the last thing I wanted my family to know. I couldn't afford to destroy their impression of me as the cute baby who always needs their help. She nodded. “Of course, Matt. Your secret is safe with me.” She smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. “I have to admit, I'm impressed.”

“Me showing up like this, pushing you to leave, refusing to explain. If I were you, I’d think I’d lost my mind.” “Then start making it make sense,” Clara said. I straightened and looked at her fully, the humor fading into something more sincere. “I want to introduce you to my family.” The words landed softly but firmly, changing the shape of the room. Clara stared at me, certain she’d misheard. “Your… family?” she repeated. I nodded. “Yeah. That’s where we’re going.” She let out a breath that was half laugh, half disbelief. “You drag me into all this secrecy just to tell me that?”

"You have theirs now. Completely. Never abuse it." Davidson wrapped his hands around the key, allowing its sharp edges to dig into his flesh. In the quiet of the Alaskan night, surrounded by the specters of giants in the wooden walls, he understood. The secret ritual hadn't been for taking a throne. It was for being taken in by a family. A deadly, powerful, hidden family. And now he was their heir. ----

I wanted to tell the driver to stop, to let me out, to run back to my father and say, **Forget it, I’m not going** but the car kept moving. Evermoor Academy. The name felt heavy and scary. Every kid in our clan grew up hearing stories about it. Hidden in the mountains, kept secret by magic that no human could pass. Some called it a school for the Elites, others call it a fort. Some whispered it was a trap disguised as an opportunity.

Like someone’s rejected one-night stand, discarded before we even got to the good part. Jack turned back to me, hands on his hips, head cocked to the side as he stared me down. “Fine,” he said. “It’s a family secret, passed down for the last two hundred years. But keep in mind, it only works for someone in the family. So you can’t steal it.” That hurt more than it should have given how little I wanted to trust him. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” I managed. He sighed, rubbed at his temples, and said, “It grants one life or one death, no questions asked.”