Secret Class Manhea Novels & Stories

"Not yet. There’s still one more loose end to tie up." Before I could ask what he meant, the door burst open, and a man in a trench coat stormed in. "I have information that changes everything," he declared, breathless and wild-eyed. Elias narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?" The man held up a thick envelope. "I'm the accountant who managed Selene’s hidden assets. And you’re not going to believe where the money is."

he asked and I guessed that it was Mario. He set the call on a loudspeaker and dropped the phone on the table. “Who is he?” Caleb asked, his eyes fixed on my face. “Martino Silas, he’s the financial secretary of Connor Group. He’s also the closest employee to Madam Helen; some say he knows all the secrets of Connor Group,” Mario responded, and my eyes dimmed. “So, that is who he is?” I muttered as a smile crept into my face. “I don’t need to be afraid then? He’s probably going to help me,” I laughed heartily.

he repeats, "The word is out there that you are the man to go to if one needs to buy or sell sensitive information." "I wouldn't say I sell secrets, Senator," I correct him. "I offer escorts yes, as you can see this is just a club." "I know you sell secrets, I won't dare to tell anyone if that's what you are afraid of -" "I am not afraid," I interrupt him. "Then I need your help." I pause for a moment, considering my options. It's clear that the senator is desperate, and I can use this to my advantage. "I may have heard some whispers, about this scandal you speak of," I say reluctantly.

He raised his arm, and a brilliant silver light began to radiate from his palm. The man's face paled, and he quickly shouted, "Stop! I admit it! We know who you are, and we know where your sisters are." "Who are you?" Chase demanded, his eyes cold and calculating. "Disciples of the Secret Sect!" the man gritted out. "Your eldest sister is imprisoned underground in the Secret Sect!" "Are you sure?" Chase asked as he narrowed his eyes further. "I'm sure. We were sent here to deliver food to her," the woman in the green dress said nervously.

she said reluctantly. "I know, but be more cautious with your words," the Manager advised her. "And what brings you here?" I asked, reverting to my former self. "I'm overseeing some branches I have abroad. I started with the one in Detroit, and now it's Seattle's turn," he replied. "Do you happen to know of any available secretaries for me while I'm here?" "Well, no," I said calmly, picking up the toast and spreading butter on it. "I think you will be. You'll be his new secretary, Katia," Joshua informed me.

His voice made Chester look away from Bella to Alexander. He noticed how she heaved a sigh of relief. "Sure Ale- I mean Mr. Kingston" older Casso said. Isabella started to give the presentation. She's describing their business strategy, benefits and the profits both the company will gain in the future by conducting the contract. "So with that we can be more profitable" she ended her presentation. "I must say your new secretary is much smarter than the previous one. I like her presentation. We agree to make a deal with you but-" Zacarias Casso was cut by a voice

they said at the same time and ended up laughing at the coincidence. "You go first " Jordan urged. "The Council, I found something about them. They have some codes to pass information and a type of unique tattoo for recognition " "You are the best as always " Jordan praised, his fingers went through her bun losing it in the process, and the copper tresses pooled down out of restraint. "And Sebastian, he's terminally ill" "I know. Leukaemia " "You knew. "Her face dropped. "It is a top secret. Just like me being poison so great job" Jordan praised again, dropping gentle kisses on her face to lighten it up, he just couldn't contain the feelings he felt whenever he was with her.

my thumbs reply. With the other wealthy guests deliberately shunning my plain face and Hailee momentarily called away by the director, I make use of the physical isolation to infiltrate the Mensah network through my smartphone. Using Matthew's timeline as a guide, my mind swiftly locates the hidden camera footage of Luciano's secret meeting with the mafia leaders—with Amara conspicuously present in the room. In the video clip, an elder alpha admires a large canvas before him with evident satisfaction. "My sincere gratitude, Master Scott, for delivering this specific painting personally to our territory."

“Mitchell thinks he has you by the toenails.” “That was before,” Mr. McMahon said, as he glanced at me with a smile on his face. I studied him for a second. “Tell me,” I said cautiously. “Open the glove box,” he told me. I did. Inside, I find a brown manila envelope, which has a zip drive. “What is this?” I asked, holding it up. “That is a recording of Mara admitting that the whole lawsuit is a scam.” My eyes widened. “Where did you get this?”

"Nice to meet you, bro." My heart stopped. What the hell was happening? The room spun slightly as I forced a smile, shaking his hand. Inside, panic warred with the lingering heat from our night. This couldn't be real. But Kai's eyes held a secret gleam, like he knew exactly what this meant—and he liked it.