Novel & Cerita Mortality Walten Files

. That is why I hurriedly went to my father’s room and checked for the possible box that I used to hide the black notebook. I rushed to the room while my mother and Nana Salve were wondering about me. When I reached inside the room, I locked the door just to find the box. Until I suddenly remembered about the Vault that my father has inside his cabinet. I opened the cabinet and I found the vault and I immediately opened it because I know how to unlock it and I was amazed when I saw the notebook there. My heart starts to beat fast again in excitement. I feel like I was finally myself when I saw the notebook. I saw the cutter too. I grabbed it with a notebook and stared at it. The bloodstain

There were still most of the files locked. Greta stated that it would take her some time to crack the encryptions., vintage codes. Dead technology, languages that have been forgotten. One file but was still open. DOVE Project. I picked it. Photographs showed kids in sterile white rooms with shaved heads and blank eyes. Not a name. Just figures. Numbers in rows and rows. They had short files. Subject 07, after Trial 2 passed away. failing organs. Subject No. 12. fired for acting erratically.

Cohen should have known it if he wasn’t so busy chasing after rogues. Could it be Dalton’s brother Winston? He died five years ago when the Werewolf’s Council dismantled a brothel owned by a vampire. Cohen didn’t inspect the case before it turned into the classified case file. But how was Mira connected to the case? There was no mention of any evidence that connected her to the case. Why was every case related to her classified? Everything made Cohen wondered.

Lady Wolferly and Lord Haymitch both succumbed to their illness before they turned twenty-seven. The next section detailed their illness in bold bullet points. Hysteria. Weakness. Rage. Pneumonia. Delusions. I swallowed thickly. None of that seemed pleasant in any way. I flipped the next page of the book and came across another name. Widen Lunerly. He must’ve been a relative of Valentin’s. His fate was the same as Ellis’s. One fated mate and another that made itself known later in life. He was twenty when he died. The same symptoms were bulleted below his outcome.

No longer being able to endure the pain, I shed a blood tear. "You'll both face justice!" Nora cackled and slapped me on the face. "Justice? Great! I'll wait! Oh, by the way, do you know the mayor, Wesley Walton? Henry does! If you kneel and beg, I'll consider letting you meet him." I was so furious I laughed. Nora still did not know that I was a key talent personally recruited byWesley into the research institute. Because I agreed to North Westonia for the national defense research, he promised to ensure my safety and meet my requirements.

“To think you almost gave me a high blood pressure.” “That's exactly what I am saying? The files are all missing.” Braden insisted, forcing Camila to rock back on her heels. Aston narrowed his eyes. “Both paper files and backed up drives?” Braden nodded his head. “Inside Pete's office, there's no paper file about Mrs. Winston and… and when I looked up her name in the hospital's system at the front desk, the only record she had was a death certificate.” Camila looked on into the empty space without blinking as Braden's word sank into her. Evergreen hospital wasn't in any way a small hospital so that means someone was behind it.

The algorithm was right 94% of the time. And then Volkov disappeared. The file doesn't say where. Doesn't say how. Just lists her as TERMINATED and moves on. Terminated. Not resigned. Not transferred. Terminated. I sit back in the chair, my heart pounding. --- The next file is SUBJECT_ONE. A man. Senior executive. Died of a heart attack six months after the trial began — the same year Celeste's father passed away. The algorithm predicted his death with 87% accuracy. Predicted.

Regina asked, her eyebrows furrowed. Janus shook his head. "It seems there was trouble with the Walden family after Irish was given to Ramona. It only says here that Ramona's husband, Ian Franklin, died two weeks after Irish was given to Ramona." "Are the two related?" Trevor murmured. "We won't know until we ask the person themselves," Trevor said. "But is this the only photo you found of them?" "Yes, this is the only one," Janus said. "It seems to be documented as a requirement for their relocation and name change application. This file is stored at the end of the civil registration file, which is destroyed and updated every 30 years by the system."

It is th kind of work that should have been published but wasn’t. I scrolled through the data and felt something cold settle in my stomach when I saw the authorization signature repeated across every page. Mabel Mortaine. It was not just once or approving routine work. Her signature was on everything from experimental protocol to every subject intake form. Every decision to proceed with trials that looked invasive as the years progressed. I moved deeper into the archives. There are project with names like Cellular Regeneration Protocol and Genetic Optimization Studie and something simply labeled The Mortaine Factor. The language was cold but underneath the clinical language was something tha

Too cold. A table. A screen still glowing. A stack of files with a black symbol I didn’t recognize… a wolf’s head fractured in three pieces. I stepped closer. My throat tightened. My name was on the top file. ALTHEA K. — SUBJECT #12 My heart dropped so fast I forgot how to breathe. I opened the file with shaking hands. I expected… I didn’t know what I expected. My school records? My medical files? Maybe something Valerio kept for protection?