Secret Clasd Novels & Stories

He calmly ordered his subordinate, Lenny Martinez, "Lenny, go and classify this military operation as a top secret. Apart from me and the head of Salvania, make sure to keep things at the highest security level. "Also,contact that kid for me. I have something to say to him." "Yes, Commander Mercer!" … At that moment, Sean arrived at Harmony Grove in his Maybach and reached the building where Cecilia lived. He emanated a strong rage as he got out of the car. "This place has been sealed off, and no one is allowed to enter without the command of General Taylor!" Sean was surrounded by soldiers the moment he got out of the car. "Samuel's command? Who the hell does he think he is?" Sean lowered

She had unwittingly stumbled upon a secret so dangerous that those in power would stop at nothing to keep it hidden. The secret involved a classified government project that could change the course of history. It was a hidden technology capable of manipulating the minds of individuals, erasing memories, and even controlling behavior. Isabella's knowledge of this project had made her a target—an expendable pawn in a dangerous game of power and control.

I gasped as I scanned the tree lines for anything. A howl ripped through the night as I ran inside and grabbed Adaline. I laid her in the safe room in the office room that my parents installed when I was a young pup and not able to fight. I laid her down and locked her in. Only her and I knew the code. I ran back outside only in time to see our border patrol and royal guard in wolf form running to where we were. "Rogues." Jackson spit out, "Go ahead with Adaline. I can't lose you again."

Chad cleared his throat. “They can ask all the questions that they want, it doesn’t mean I have to answer them.” Mya looked at Chad. Everyone had a lie or secret. It was naïve to think otherwise. In the case of Amy, she had one skeleton in her closet. To say that Mya was after revenge wouldn’t be wrong. Everyone needed to be taught a lesson. Secrets broke families and friendships. It made no sense to have them. If everyone could be honest the world would be a better place.

It looks meek and harmless on the outside, but even his friends who could not hear the strange noise could feel a strange form of energy coming from it. “Are we supposed to go there,” Don asked. “It’s probably an old cupboard,” Alice added. “Funny, the Principal didn’t say anything about this,” Kirsten said suddenly. “Let’s see what’s behind this door,” said Van. Finally he will get to see what secret this door conceals. With shaking hand, he seizes the knob and swings the door open. And what they found startles them.

Moments later they arrived at a private airport. She opened her own door and saw there was a small plane waiting. She was confused. She looked at her cell phone she was about to contact her husband but noticed her phone had no service. She tried again, but there was no use. Where was she flying to? What was going on? The motor on the plane started up and her hair wafted around her face. “Marcus?Where am I going?” She hoped she didn't sound scared. “Mr.King has insisted you take this small charter plane to a secret location. From there you will be given further instructions. That’s all I know.”

He had to struggle to hold back his laughter when Kaluna said she would pay him. "How much do you dare to pay me?" asked Estefan while looking at Kaluna. "Higher than my salary as a teacher?" "I can pay whatever you want," Kaluna promised. "As long as you don't tell my friends about what happened earlier." Estefan looked at Kaluna more seriously, he didn't understand how his student could be so sure that he would accept a payment to keep his mouth shut about the incident. "Let's make a deal, Sir," Kaluna finally said. "I'll pay you, and you have to keep this a secret."

She came first, silent but shaking, and he followed with a whispered, broken sound into the curve of her shoulder. After, she lay beside him and said, “You’re the only thing he never touched.” Meanwhile, in Chicago, Jason and Claire stood in the cold air outside the art foundation’s offices, now sealed by federal warrant. The basement vault had been real. Inside: encrypted hard drives, printed contracts, forged NDAs, and video files timestamped over fifteen years. They packed what they could into secure cases. But just before leaving, Claire found a single folder marked: “The Inner Circle – Tier One.”

Just in case. She tapped “Search.” Then typed: BAILEY — CLASSIFIED Nothing came up. She blinked. Then typed another string, the one her father once said would override any data shield if the source came from internal clearance. PROTECTED: 02-27-B — Secondary Identity A file appeared. Encrypted. Untouched since the year Claire died. Lyla’s breath hitched. She didn’t open it. Instead, she looked toward the bathroom where Bailey had disappeared—and her gut whispered something she could not refuse:

The Alphas nodded right away but I was lost. I walked over to Christian. “What do you mean?” Marco came over and dragged me away, shaking his head amused. “I'll explain for you. The secret threshold is where all the secret and top critical documents and information about how the country is run are stored.” “It's in cloud space.” I kept nodding repeatedly, I was beginning to understand. “So only a bit is left to achieve?” “Yes,” he nodded. “The Secret Unit has control over this cloud space. If we succeed in making them think it's a signal from their detective unit to retrieve information to secure the government more, we will win.”