Maximum Security Novel Novels & Stories

“They’re offering money to anyone who’s seen a kid matching his description. And from what I’m hearing, he pissed off someone high up in their ranks.” “Of course he did,” I muttered, with my eyes narrowing on him. “Did they say what they want with him?” Luca shook his head. “Not yet. But they’re not just looking to talk. They want to make an example out of him.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. Micah still hadn’t moved. His chest was bare, the defiance in his posture gone. The only thing left was the silence pressing down on him. “Triple security,” I said. “No one goes in or out without clearance. Put eyes on the docks. I want to know exactly where the Carusos breathe.”

Every light flicker is a warning. Anita walked over to Nathan's side, touching him and grounding him with her fingertips. "Are we truly safe here, Nathan? "In your penthouse?" Nathan looked her in the eye. More painful than anything was the vulnerability in her eyes. He detested that he was unable to provide her with additional assurance because she was afraid—fearful. She was there at his side, caught in the crossfire as he fought for his life. Nathan stated in a quiet but forceful voice, "This penthouse has always been my fortress." However, The Architect doesn't follow the same guidelines. My security has already been compromised. They have been keeping an eye on us. They are now within t

Viola forced a smile on her face. *** While the city slept, there was an explosion in the Archers’ valley in the far corners of Denver. It was where the maximum security was located, and it was laced with neutralizers for whoever it was that ever got tempted to shift into their wolf forms to constitute a nuisance. This facility, which was heavily guarded by the strongest and most rugged werewolves, now shook after the impact of an enormous explosion.

Chapter Nine : Office Politics Nova POV “Sir?” Did he just say what I think I heard? “I don’t repeat myself.” Usually, when a character says this in a novel, it ends with the male’s hand wrapped around the female’s throat like a choking necklace while she writhes beneath him. But this is an office space and not just any office space. The room is decked with cameras, and the walls are transparent glass. As much as I identify as a closeted freak, there are limits to the risks I’m willing to take, and any form of pleasure without proper protection might lead to regret.

As she turned toward the computer room after passing the living room, Isabella explained. She unbuckled the belt around her waist and took a flat metal out before opening the door. She said, inserting her flash drive into a computer she had just turned on, "These locks do not really guarantee security anymore, that's why places with need of maximum security make use of cards and fingerprints locks." We need to gather more information and put everything else in place because we only have the minimal information needed for our first job. She started. The task is to waste Littleton Reuben, the minister of health. A deadly Alpha.

“It better be worth my forgiveness. Bye.” Maksim ended the call before Christian could say more. Tossing the device on the table, he brought out Camilla’s old phone. The screen had been changed, and it was working fine. Her pictures were littered over the Photos app, and he had spent more time than necessary staring at a few of them. He had no plans of returning it to her. In a few months, their deal would be over, and this would be his souvenir. The hours went by with him making calls and completing plans to make sure his club opening would be seamless. Security was his top priority. No one was allowed inside with weapons, so he had to guarantee their protection or people wouldn’t show up.

“Alright then, we can drive there right now,” David said with a mischievous grin. I looked outside and saw that it was already getting dark. I just wanted to smile and relax and wait, because obviously he couldn’t penetrate that safe. And I made sure that it was a high-quality safe that I laid my hands on while I was at UNI. You know, that woman who first gave me those original documents? She also gave me that safe. Nobody could crack it open, not even the best programmer in the world. It couldn’t even be blown up by a bomb.

That pleased Maximus greatly because he planned to take his time and let off a little steam. “Mr Lioness. The head of security would like to see you before you leave. He claims it’s imperative you go.” One guard Maximus wasn’t familiar with, stood at the open door to his apartment. He couldn’t hide the sneer at the unexpected summons. Another thing delaying him from an evening of sweet and spicy diversions. “Fine. Where is he?” Maximus grumbled. Every one of the new security was two to three times larger than himself. He wondered what they ate or who they drank from to get this size. Any of them could give the emperor himself a run for his money in a fight.

The head of security, a scarred veteran named Marcus with a jaw like granite, nodded grimly, his eyes never wavering. “Understood, sir. Perimeter is already triple-layered. Snipers on the roof. Drones in the air. Motion sensors every ten feet. No one gets within a mile without us knowing.” Adrian’s jaw remained locked so tight it ached, his face drawn with bone-deep exhaustion and a hunger that clawed at his insides like a living beast. He glanced up the sweeping marble staircase toward the locked master bedroom where Cecilia still lay or pretended to sleep under layers of heavy guard. Two men stood outside the door like statues, rifles slung across their chests, eyes scanning every shadow.

“I failed you.” “You didn’t,” I say, even though I’m shaking. “We’ll find them.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Late afternoon The new security system that is installed is military-grade: biometric locks, motion sensors, cameras that record 24/7, and two armed guards inside the penthouse at all times now. Sophia insists on staying in the guest room. “I’m not leaving you two alone with this lunatic out there,” she says. I’m still sitting on the couch, with my knees pulled to my chest, when Damien kneels in front of me.