Maximum Security: Book Novels & Stories

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

"Because I watched you, for days, for weeks on the God damn cameras. Crying in the fucking hallways, arguing with doctors. I watched this strong woman who refused to be told no, who refused to give up, and I became entranced with her. Shit, obsessed with her. But she wouldn't notice me. Not when I tried to speak to her. Not when I sat a few tables away from her in the cafeteria and tried to get her attention. I even came to your shitty fucking job and got waited on by you, and still nothing. And I couldn't fucking figure out why I couldn't get you out of my mind. Why all I could think about were your curves, about having your body under me. About hearing what your moans and gasps sounded lik

He looked as disturbed as I felt. "What do we do?" I asked. "Maximum security," he said. "Triple guards. Constant surveillance. Magical binding if we can find witch willing to help.

“This library is only accessible to the Alpha, Beta and Gamma families. It’s got the same type of fingerprint scanner as our apartment.” I didn’t want to sit at the desk, so I grabbed a few of the books and sat on the large couch instead. Easton kneeled down to take my shoes off before sitting beside me on the couch. He turned sideways a little and pulled my back into him so that I was laying against him and could position my legs to hold a book. I propped one of the books open on my legs and began to browse through it.

Julian hesitated. “That’s not a hard question.” “He’s conducting... a security audit.” I closed my eyes. “Where?” “Material library.” I told the consultant, “Give me thirty seconds,” then walked out. Max was standing between two sample shelves with a clipboard that belonged to God knew who, his headphones hanging around his neck and Kevin the triceratops tucked into his cargo pocket like field personnel. Athena stood in front of him with her arms crossed. “Why doesn’t this office have an escape tunnel?” Max asked.

I push the books on either side apart. There, set into the dark wood of the shelving unit, is a small, grey panel. A safe. It’s old. Electronic, but an older model. A keypad with faded numbers. My heart starts to race. Thump. Thump. Thump. I shouldn't touch it. If Ciro walks in, he’ll break my fingers. If Aureliano walks in, he’ll do worse. But I can't look away. This shelf is tucked in the corner. Hidden. Forgotten.

I gasped as I scanned the tree lines for anything. A howl ripped through the night as I ran inside and grabbed Adaline. I laid her in the safe room in the office room that my parents installed when I was a young pup and not able to fight. I laid her down and locked her in. Only her and I knew the code. I ran back outside only in time to see our border patrol and royal guard in wolf form running to where we were. "Rogues." Jackson spit out, "Go ahead with Adaline. I can't lose you again."

she added with a final click and a triumphant expression, "we do have one book by Webber, but it's only available in classical book format." "What's the name of it?" "Til Here We Find Ourselves Again, but it's in the restricted section. You'll need a security pass to get there." 'More red tape?' Avera's heart sank, but she hadn't had the time to say anything more when she heard a familiar voice speaking. "Anything more than a Security Access Pass from the Royal Academy might permit?" the man asked from behind her.

The Sovereign Matrix Registry Before closing her computer for the afternoon Elena did the security checks making sure the system was safe for the summer: The Indestructible Plate: Every chapter and manuscript from the group was saved on special titanium plates stored in the lower stone room to keep them safe from computer hacking. The Protected Room: The money for the group of twelve authors was locked in the land trust giving them a full year of freedom to write without worrying about daily word limits. The Living Anchor: In the hearth room a raw gemstone was sitting in its special stone alcove. A symbol that a story's true value comes from its original unchanged form.

My fingers hovered over spines until I found what I wanted: a thick book bound in dark leather, the title stamped in faded gold. WOLF TRADITIONS & BONDS: A GUIDE FOR COUNCIL AND HOUSEHOLDS I lifted it off the shelf and stared at it for a full five seconds, because no part of me enjoyed the fact that this existed like it was a homeowner’s association handbook. I set it on the table and opened it. The first page had a handwritten warning in neat block script: THIS TEXT IS FOR PACK USE. DO NOT REMOVE FROM LIBRARY. Beneath it, someone had scribbled, smaller: