Maximum Security: Book Novels & Stories

He pressed his words. I felt the emphasis on his words which propelled me to dive further into the topic. “Explain better.” “The Black Book is in my possession. In fact, it is in this house but I need the crypt key to open it. There are some issues… Like, I need it for clarity.” He explained. “What do you want to clarify?” I asked. I need to know everything. “Keep quiet!” He fired. “You are asking too many questions. I will just give you a brief idea of what it is. The Black Book contains secrets that can harm me, harm you and also harm some other people. It can put our lives in danger too.”

“It’s not funny. Beer shoots right through me. You know that” “Yes. I know that '', she answered. He left the room. Amy lay her head back on the pillow, feeling something a bit heavy underneath it. She furrowed her eyebrows as she put her hands underneath the pillow and pulled out a black book. There was a bookmark in the middle of the book. She opened it to that page. Oh, she thought, this looks like Brooke’s diary. She read only a few lines and her eyes went wide. “Oh my gosh.”

“There you go. Our policy states that every borrowed book must be returned in three days.” “You have nothing to worry about,” I replied and tried to lay my hands on the book but he pulled it away from my grasp. He turned to Miles. “You’re the one whose details were captured. You should take it.” Miles nodded and grabbed the book. I frowned. “One more thing!” The bookkeeper called our attention just when we turned around to leave. "The heart must choose. The hands must heal. Or the curse will seal." He said.

“You’re really going to stand there and tell me the safest place for a pregnant woman is in the middle of a tactical perimeter while Elio Carranza plays target practice with our windows?” I didn't turn away from the monitors. I could feel Sebastian’s heat behind me, a physical wall of possessive energy that usually made my knees weak, but right now, it was just noise. My fingers danced across the secondary keypad, locking down the nursery wing with a series of reinforced titanium shutters that hissed into place. The mansion felt like it was breathing, the heavy machinery of our security systems grinding as I overrode Sebastian’s manual protocols.

I thought as I sat down. I think I have finally found my secret spot and it's perfect. I said as I sat down on a bench and stretched my body, allowing the sunrays to fall on me. I quickly remembered what I was supposed to do and I brought out a book, small black book with red lock. It may look like a diary but it's much worse. Luckily it can only be opened with magic so even if it fell in the wrong hands, the secrets it contained will still be safe. I opened the book and on the first page was engraved these words.

She was far from home and she was in unknown territory. Finding what he was looking for, he tilted the book with the title on its spine, To Kill A Mockingbird. A resounding click was heard, and the bookshelves parted into two like the Red Sea to reveal the titanium door with a security pad on the side. Phil punched in the codes in haste, and before you know it, they were inside the secret room.

The spine was worn out, the edges frayed, but the secrets contained within those pages could cause a lot of damage. She placed her hand on the surface, pinning it down to the table, her light brown eyes locking into mine was deep intensity. “This is the only copy, Remy.” She said carefully, “Once I let go of this, the rest is in your hands. If you’re going to use this to take them down, then you better not miss. Because if they survive this, they’ll come for the both of us.” She slowly withdrew her hand, leaving the brown book sitting between us like a ticking bomb.

I would never hide anything from them. My place had extremely tight security on it for a reason. It required a tri-form authentication. First was mine or Nae’s blood. Second was a specific sigil that only Nae and I knew. Third was a verbal passphrase that Nae and I made up. Our place was not accessible unless all three verifications were offered. “Damn, sweets. You put every bit of security in the packhouse to shame,” he said, whistling as he walked through the threshold. “Kind of necessary when your plan can only be known by four people,” I said.

The red light of their scanners bled through the cracks in the Archive’s boarded-up windows, painting the rows of books in stripes of crimson. "You have to move quickly," the Librarian said. She didn't look at the door. She looked at the heavy iron door behind her. "The city's security is like an immune system. You are a virus that just stopped pretending to be a cell. It will flush the entire block with 'Total-Deletion' protocols if it has to." Rowan stood in the middle of the room, his eyes darting between the Librarian and the white room beyond. He still looked like a ghost, covered in the grey ash of the Prop Bin.

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