Novel & Cerita Mortality Walten Files

Pulling files. Every file was a complete family record. Birth certificates, death certificates, financials, criminal records. Everything. Celeste found the Belmont file. Thick as hell. She flipped through—her mother's name was there. So was hers. Then she saw a handwritten note. "The subject shows resistance to conditioning. Recommend termination." Dated three days before her mother died. Her stomach twisted. "They murdered her because she wouldn't fall in line." More notes. More families marked for termination. "They've been doing this for years. Killing anyone who doesn't obey."

“I need to see that folder.” Ethan reached out instinctively, his palm on my arm. “You’ve seen enough. This could put a target on your back.” I shrugged him off. “I already have a target. I need to know what she died for.” Marcus printed out the contents of Folder 8C. Twenty-seven names. Some marked with red slashes. “Those are the ones who didn’t make it,” he said softly. I stared at the paper. Most names were children. The youngest was six.

, ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the final seconds before the blackout, Maverick glimpsed a second corrupted file; marked with Elena’s birth-date. Unnamed. Unindexed. And tagged: "Subject 318B"

Hunt Corporation, 7:15pm… “Boss, these are the files containing everything we have found out about what happened to Mr. Morgan's wife, Amalia Morgan, 20 years ago,” Mike said respectfully and placed the files on the desk. “What about the files on the Philadelphia mall project?” Kayden asked in his usual cold voice, his head still lowered as his fingers flew rapidly on his keyboard. Mike heard Kayden's question, and he felt like hitting his head against the wall so that he could become unconscious.

Lillian asked, tucking her hands together. "She knows; she has a niece, and she is coming home." I glanced at the body, and I cringed at the smell. "His body is already decomposing fast. We will live here, and it will burn and turn to dust soon. It is how Vanna does her thing, with this kind of witchcraft." I shook my head. "What of the files?" "Alam said it would be in the study when he comes home. They just dropped Aaron off at the funeral home. As soon as we announced it to the pack, we would lay him to rest."

There were numerous files. I took a file and went through the file names of the girls who were sold under Nathan's watch. I found a few of the girls there. I looked at images of the girls who were killed and matched the names with victims and the girls who were missing and were captivated by Nathan. Few of them were murdered. I took out the files of the girls whom I found murdered and placed those on the desk. "Here these files of the files of the girls which I find are murdered".If I was not a werewolf and seen much more blood and violent actions like this I would have been having nightmares for days.

Twenty minutes later, I’m done and turning my paper in to Professor Vassily’s desk. “Already?” He takes the paper from me. “Yeah. I love the book.” He chuckles. “You take after your father, I guess.” I stare at him. Professor Vassily rubs his temple. “I read your file. I saw that he was a professor. I’m sorry for your loss.” The suffocating feeling I’m always working so hard to keep at bay presses down on my chest. I’m right back there, standing in the living room with the phone pressed to my ear, hearing those awful words: “terrible accident”... “passed away”...

The secretary brought the items to Wallace. Wallace said with a frown, “What are these?” “This is evidence relevant to the case. Please have a look,” Morgan said. “Oh?” Raising a brow, Wallace put on his glasses and took the letter for a look. His expression turned somber. He looked through the medical reports. Wallace’s expression grew grim. Reading Wallace’s face, Morgan said, “As you can see, Mika was in the late stages of AIDS. She didn’t have much time left.

Financial transactions. Medical records. Corporate transfers. Birth certificates. Death certificates. Elena stared at the information. Her journalist instincts immediately took over. “These aren't genetic records.” Adrian looked at her. “What?” “These are identities.” She moved closer to the screen. “Look.” A name appeared. MARCUS VALE — DECEASED. Then another. JONATHAN REED — DECEASED. Another. THOMAS CROSS — DECEASED. Elena stopped.

Marcus hesitated. Then he opened the final file. A photograph appeared. Dante Moretti stood beside Avaline. She looked terrified. Dante looked calm. Eliam’s blood ran cold. “When was this taken?” “Six years ago.” Eliam stared at the image. Six years. His mother’s murder had happened eight years ago. Marcus noticed his expression. “Eliam…” “What?” “There’s a second file.” He opened it. A transaction record appeared. Payment recipient: A. HART.