Secert Class Manwha Novels & Stories

he continued with a sincere smile. “Okay then, you can call me Jay,” I replied as we reached what looked like the camera room. It was a pretty sorry excuse for a security system, really. There were like four monitors and they kept glitching. The picture was also fuzzy so I guess they had trouble with the wiring or a weak signal. The wolf manning the room had the desk littered with trash and old cups of coffee, empty cans and bottles. It was a mess and my OCD was kicking in. I clenched my fists to keep from attempting to clean up and instead turned to Mason.

On the big screen, the slideshow continued. As the scene popped up, a stark white figure appeared before the crowd the next second. The final photo froze on the big screen. It was in 4K resolution. Even the bells on her lingerie were crystal clear! The person in the photo was sticking out her tongue while leaning between a man’s legs. She was finally unmasked. However, the face was unmistakably Winika’s!

(Jenna POV) “Please put your hand over your heart. Do you solemnly swear, on the grace of the Moon Goddess, that you will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” “I do.” “Ms. Maxwell, you may proceed.” I thanked the court reporter. “Please state your name.” “Mara Voss.” Mara Voss. The human female suing Mr. McMahon. Also known as one of the identical twins who had a three-some with Danny before we met.

Seeing the misunderstanding and wanting- no needing- to keep it from escalating, he added, "Haven't added another secretary since you left. Finbarr does everything around here. My only secretary is you." Isabella remembered those three years she had worked as his secretary and narrowed her eyes, "Couldn't possibly be easy to report to you about your girlfriends and such." "There aren't any girlfriends, Isabella." "Hmm." "Bella…" but whatever he had to say was interrupted by the woman who had knocked, irritating Ronan. Why was he being disturbed at such a time? Seeing his frustration, Isabella shook her head, "Let Maeve come in. I'll hide." Ronan wrinkled his brows, "Hide? What for? You said

I blurted out. “I said I don’t care. I don’t care if you like someone else. I like you, and that’s not going to change.” He leaned even closer. “So don’t you dare ignore me tomorrow. Or the day after that. That’s an order, Secretary Gianna Magsandingan.” I swallowed hard. --- Francis’ POV “Handle it,” I ordered one of my men. “Yes, sir,” he said before leaving. I was about to walk out when my phone vibrated. Unknown number.

“That’s my favorite manhwa. Of course I know!” "I really enjoyed reading that manhwa, too! I especially liked Director Kim's character!" Brandon and Belinda laughed happily at each other. They couldn't even hear the thunder, as they felt like the world belonged to them alone. "But manhwa is for adults. Why are you reading it? Didn't you check the ratings first?" Belinda folded her arms across her chest. "The writing is for readers over the age of 18. I'm already 20! I can read it now."

GANGNAM DISTRICT – PENTHOUSE APPROACH – 9:47 AM The building was a luxury incarnate. Fifty stories of glass and steel. Security cameras. Armed guards. The fortress of someone who valued safety above accessibility. Team composition: Chaewon, Jian, Min-ji, Ji-woo, Haeun, River, Luna, Seojun. Yuri stayed behind—too new, too uncertain, too risky. Euna with Seraphina and Han at a secure backup location.

But money wasn’t everything, and no matter how persistent he was, he wasn’t Liam. Liam was the only one for me, even if I knew deep down he was hiding something. Now, I had to wait seven days to see him again. Seven days of enduring Nathan’s attempts to get closer. Seven days of wondering what Liam wasn’t telling me. I barely had time to dwell on it before a sleek black car pulled up in front of the gym. Olivia and Liam’s secretary, whose name I now knew was Evelyn, stepped out looking effortlessly glamorous. My first thought? Damn, Liam sure knows how to surround himself with beautiful women.

The hyena’s den. The office was big, too big for the man sitting behind the desk. The walls were covered in modern art that tried too hard to look sinister, and the desk itself was a slab of yew big enough to build a small boat. Behind it sat Mikhail Grossman, his pinstripe suit as sharp as the bald patch peeking through his slicked-back hair. “Ms. Leila Weinrich, I presume?” Grossman said, his voice smooth, but not the type you trust. He gestured to a chair, and Leila sat, crossing her legs and casually placing her notebook on her lap.

A smirk forms into his lips knowing his presence affecting her. By reading her document he came to know her name was Isabella Watson also a fresh graduate with BBA. Bella. Her name sounds delicious on his tongue. He didn't think much and selected her right away. He concluded she would be the only one. He wants to have some more fun. So he asked her if she knew which post she was selected even though she knew. He just enjoyed her reaction as she answered meekly that she knew. He rounded his table and came near her ear only to whisper that she has to take care of everything as his secretary. She didn't get the double meaning behind his words. But her nape hair standing didn't go unnoticed by h