Secret Arrangement Mga Nobela at Kwento

He entered a long code, leaned forward for the scanner to read his eye. A section of the bookcase, smooth and seamless, slid aside with a soft hiss. Behind it was not a room, but darkness. That's where the secrets actually live," Brian breathed, his tone hushed. "The ones that aren't in the archive. The ones that can bring it all down." He glared at Davidson with an inscrutable look. "The key of irrevocability." He reached out and grasped Davidson's, the one with the watch on which the scars were visible. He moved his fingers over the keypad.

She got out the gun that she kept in her favourite jacket and aimed at the spot the key was supposed to go in. A touch on her shoulder made her turn around. Darral stood there with a small key in his hand and amusement on his face. "Your gun is not always a solution, March." She rolled her eyes and took the key from his hand. She jammed the key into its hole and twisted it. It made a pop sound and sprang up on it's own. Inside the little hidden box were magazines, cut outs and some pictures. Selena removed the pictures and Darral squatted next to her and took out the magazines.

I heardhe suddenly coughed and tasted it. "You need to know something," he promised me. After he said that, I finished heating the food. I immediately took his plate and filled it with rice. I also took a bowl to put a dish on it. I also took a jug from the fridge with a glass and filled it with water. I looked at him seriously and took a deep breath. "What is that?" I asked him. "I want to tell you that you need to find a new job because someone has taken your place as my secretary." I was just dumbfounded by what he said. I don't know what to say to him, I seem to be speechless because of what he said. I felt like I was going to cry so I looked up to stop it from falling. So, is your resi

he pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes at me, "have I met you before?" "Who? Me? No, of course not." I scoffed. There was just no way he could've seen me, could he? I made sure to keep my face hidden from him that day, in the cemetery. I couldn't risk anyone knowing who I was or how I was related to Alessio, it would put me and him as well as everyone he cared about in grave danger. I had my own enemies and they had theirs. Mine would give anything to hurt someone I care about. Unfortunately for them, they have no idea who I care about because according to them, I don't have anyone.

Ruby sat in the tub reeling from the brief conversation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **Dez** "Viktor! I found her; I'm leaving now." He was ecstatic and ready to leave. "Do not say where you are going. No one needs to know what you are doing. This must remain a secret until we know more about this situation." This was an odd request but he didn't mind. Dez was a private person anyway. "This may be more dangerous than I originally thought. Be extremely cautious." "I understand, I will text you after I get settled." He turned and was out of the building and in his car in less than thirty seconds.

She had disobeyed him three times this night; going outside without his permission, bringing that damn cat in his house, and coming down to the basement. Madeline hesitantly opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She was far too terrified. Was this really who Matthew was? He hid he fact that he was a direwolf, he hid the fact that he was a cruel torturer who kept men chained up in his basement, what other secrets is he keeping from her? "Answer me." His gaze was menacing. She began scolding herself for coming down here. "You should've just stayed in bed, you idiot. Everything would've been fine."

“If someone tries to torture you, you have my permission to tell my secret. Outside of torture or the threat of death, I would appreciate you keeping my secret.” “Ok, then. What is your secret?” I asked curiously. Aaron glanced around the room to make sure everyone was absorbed in their own conversations and wasn’t looking at us. Satisfied, he pulled me into a corner and lifted one of his pants legs. “See these socks? I wear them as a secret f--- you to events like this.” “That doesn’t make any sense. They are basic black socks.” “Oh, but are they? Are you sure?”

Red Level? Another message appeared almost instantly, as though to explain. [ Red Level means top-tier secrecy. Files sealed. Restricted access even within the Pack. Whoever buried your records wanted them hidden. ] My fingers trembled over the keyboard. Hidden? Before I could type, another message came through. [ It will take time, Ma’am. Days, maybe weeks, or even months, to break through. But we’ll get it. Tender Care Orphanage will be easier. Except a preliminary report in a couple of days. ]

She blurted. “That's a secret.”

I was glad that he couldn’t see me right now and see how much of a mess mere words were turning me into. “I have some of my friends coming up to the Velvelty room tonight for a top-secret meeting; their attendance shouldn’t be on record, and if anything, it should be recorded in a coded manner. Everything they ask for should be provided and you should attend to them yourself. I wanted the room free of anybody and you would be giving them four crates from the shipment you received. They would hand you three flash drives, and they would confirm it with their own tech guy. Make sure it is properly confirmed and they aren’t disturbed. Trust is vital in a business like ours and the ones of my fri