Secret Arrangements Novels & Stories

Secrets wield a certain level of risk, especially when they involve others. Returning to our penthouse, a shared space with my younger brother Lev and our three comrades from the batrava— Ivan, Alex, and Nikolay—I ensured Lev was already asleep before summoning my friends to the office room for an impromptu and urgent meeting. In the cocoon of dimly lit secrecy, I ushered my friends into the solemnity of the office room. The worn furniture whispered of countless clandestine meetings, each scar and scratch a testament to the history we carried. The air, heavy with the scent of age and secrets, seemed to cling to our every move. I gestured for them to gather, my expression a reflection of the

he asked. "Are you referring to the President's office desk?" The brown-haired man nodded. "Well, to tell you the truth, I don't know. I'm just the Human Resources secretary, not the Management secretary," she replied with a faint smile and took the girl's hand. "If you're asking about Miss West... I'm sorry to say she won't be her secretary."

“Maybe it’s just someone trying to joke with me, but who and at such a time?” “Wait a minute, Scarr,” Vera quickly chipped in. “You don't think it's about…” At that moment, a nurse emerged through the door. “You can see him now,” she said. We all quickly stood up to leave for Ethan's room. As we entered the room, Ethan's gaze fixed on mine and then shifted to his mom. “Mom,” he said quietly, his voice faint. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Vera was suggesting, it couldn’t be. No one besides Vera, Dad, Grandma and I knew about that secret, and it was supposed to remain that way, so that text had to be a harmless joke, right?

“Smart choice. I want you to send me all the details of this city’s expansion project. I know you have a top-secret document—a complete version. You call it the ‘Treasure File.’” At the mention of the “Treasure File,” Marcellus’s expression darkened further. A storm brewed in his mind. This document was of the utmost secrecy, known only to a select few. How could outsiders possibly know of its existence? Not only was the kidnapper aware, but they had also made it their direct target, clearly aiming for the Holy Grail!

I say aloud. Not a rumor, it doesn’t look like a calculated leak. Not leverage floated to test reactions. He went through with it. I scroll, my pulse picking up as I read. Every article says the same thing with different phrasing. Closed courthouse ceremony, absolute secrecy, no witnesses beyond the inner circle. Analysts speculate about alliances and territory, about debts erased and conflicts avoided with a single signature. “This wasn’t impulsive, it was planned!!” I say to myself The gym door opens behind me.

“If the Sterlings try to use the press again, I need you to monitor the social media feeds. I need to know the second they mention the Jameson name.” “The Jameson name?” Selene asked. She sat at the smaller desk near the window. “Who are they?” “I don’t know yet,” Lucas whispered. “But they are the key.” He began to type. His fingers moved across the keys like a pianist. He bypassed the final layer of his father’s old security. The document that had been downloading at the loft finally opened. It was a file marked as Top Secret. It was dated thirty years ago. As Lucas read the words, his face went pale. He felt a chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.

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.

‘That wasn’t a problem’ he thought as he took orders from Big Joe; a regular there who did nothing but drink and tell stories of his past days as a soldier. As she sat at her reading desk to draft the letter, Ira had no doubts whatsoever that she would get this job. Opening her e-mail account on the laptop set before her, she set down to writing her letter appealing for the post of a secretary in Serene; one of the biggest electronic companies in the world owned by none other than the influential Drew family.

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."

he leaned in slowly to glance inside, but Connor was already pushing the door in, shifting it off it's hinges "Hello?' he called out loudly with his usual reserve, which was none. Koin rolled his eyes a bit but fallowed him in. The place was empty. No couch or chair. Just some dirty clothes and dishes in the kitchen. Was she..washing clothes in the sink? He was amazed to be in her space like this..where she lived but..there was nothing here, no pictures, no books. Just a bed and some blankets. He knew it was hers by the smell and he wandered into her bedroom tentatively, as if the wrong step in her empty home might upset her. That's when he noticed, the closet floor. a perfect square had bee