Mha Crossover Archive Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, I buried myself in studying. A Fortune 500 job was not child's play. I had not even officially started yet, but my future team lead had already sent me stacks of materials to read up on. Then came the graduation party. As class representative, Patrick dropped a message in the group chat. [Everyone, please be at the designated restaurant by 11:30 a.m. sharp for the graduation party.] Right after, he made sure to tag me. [Oliver, you must come.] I replied instantly. [Sure.]

The clock struck five in the morning and Callum finally found one. Moore Family's Second Son, Disowned. Callum clicked the link open but it just sent him to an error page. He went back to the search page and the link was no longer visible. Callum felt a headache coming. He looked at the clock and a groan escaped his throat. He checked his schedule and found that he was free for the day. With a quick text to Keane, Callum finally went to sleep.

“He crossed the rainbow bridge a few years ago.” “Oh, I see,” he answered. “And didn’t he come back?” She raised an eyebrow. Clearly, he had never come across that phrase before. “Um… what I meant was that… he passed away,” she clarified awkwardly and added, “so he’s not coming back, unfortunately.” “Oh!” He cleared his throat and smothered an embarrassed cough. “Yeah, I got it. It’s really sad when they have to go.” “Hmm” She lowered her eyes.

“Ma'am... they found the archive.” For a long moment, Maeve said nothing. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the city skyline stretched out in a blur of gray and black, rain sliding down the glass in heavy, distorted sheets. “They found what?” she asked, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “The Blackthorne Archive.” The room seemed to tilt slightly beneath her feet. Maeve stood up slowly from the sofa, her knuckles turning white around the phone. “No. That's impossible.”

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.