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But we were sitting in the back of the room so no one was paying much attention. I hit Internet Explorer and waited. School servers were always so slow. When the server was ready, I typed as quickly as my fingers would fly, accessing our private CIA accounts. We had a private Intranet designed only for the CIA. I entered my clearance code, and then went through five different protocols until I reached our secured messaging center. I pulled up our private IM program, then expertly typed in Rick's access code and set the controls for mute. Luckily, Rick was on. I wrote him briefly about the moronic vamp that I killed in the bathroom and everything the vamp told me, and that someone in New York

The end of Cunning. Learn what is next for Nox and Charli in DECEPTION

CHAPTER 22 CASSIAN'S POV My fingers are wrapped tightly around my glass of whiskey, as I bring it to my lips. That is the only thing that seems to keep me sane at this point. I am thinking about more than enough. And it is enough to make me run mad at the same time. There are almost a hundred files waiting for me on the table, and I cannot bring myself to even go through them. My mind is still worried about everything that is happening with Nova. The ladies of the pack are not even hiding their level of disgust towards her. They do not like her.

I growl again, knowing that Raina is helping Brooke remove my marks from her body. When I feel air blast me backwards, I snarl. Yeah, she knows I’m here. However, before I can do anything, I’m hit in the back of the head with a fireball. I turn, ready to fight, when I see Kenna on the ground, holding another fireball in her hand. “What are you doing, Iniko? Eavesdropping is beneath dragons,” she growls. “Maybe I was trying to find the truth that no one was willing to give me before, Kenna,” I snarl.

"It's rare for him to voluntarily permit a tour of Sector C. You have really good luck." "Sector C?" Lin Yilan was full of worries and had no intention of taking a tour, but she didn't want to dampen Casey's enthusiasm. "Sector C is the most highly classified area of the Research Center. I work there." Knowing she knew nothing about it, Casey simply started from the beginning. "Do you know about the legendary prehistoric civilization?" Lin Yilan had read briefly about it in books.

He dropped his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it, quenching the little fire that was still burning on it. “That is why I need your help,” Romano replied in all honesty. “Speak up. Let's hear what you have to say.” *** Cielo walked through the dimly lit hallway of the institution. It was some minutes past ten pm and she had just returned from her house where she was to spend a few days. She had actually forgotten some files she was to work on at her office and had returned to come to get them. She walked into the office and switched on the light, walking directly to her table.

Crisjean cursed under her breath, creatively and professionally. " What?" Live news played on the hologram. Every station and network blazing with the same news written in different headlines. Cinthye appeared on the headlines...again with a different scandal. ACTRESS OR A MAFIA HEIRESS? CINTHYE CATOR LINKED TO INTERNATIONAL CRIMINAL NETWORK SHOCKING FOOTAGE LEAKED. A video began playing, her face paled. " No." The feed shows her training, manipulating weapons in her own hands inside the Stronghold training ground. Someone leaked everything.

Chapter One. Nina's POV Okay. I’m in the body of Lady Marina Edwards, the antagonist of the novel Illuminating Darkness. No need to panic, okay? Nina Facelo don't panic, take a deep breath and relax. You're better than this. So let's get our facts straight. We haven't read the book yet, pero may maliliit na idea na tayo kung ano ang mga scenario at daloy ng kwento. Courtesy to our dearest spoiler friends, Mary and Janna.

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“Let him know. I want him to know that I’m not dead yet.” A Silent Storm Light rain drizzled outside Cassandra’s apartment window. The glow of streetlights reflected faintly against the glass, casting slow-moving shadows across the room. On the small table in front of her, stacks of documents lay scattered, filled with every bit of information about Nuovo Ordine. And on the very top page, Leonardo Franches’ name was printed in bold. Cassandra let out a deep sigh, leaning her head against the chair. She had known it all along. He was the mastermind behind all this chaos. But knowing didn’t make it any easier to accept.