Secret Class Manwga Novels & Stories

"My scouts advanced to the coordinate perimeter, but my mind could not formulate a tactical method to sneak past the electronic security grids." "Completely useless," Cedric growls, his eyes flashing with raw, angry gold. "We cannot allow her lips to spill our structural secret to another single wolf in this underworld." My body trembles violently as I nod my head in absolute agreement, completely overwhelmed by the proximity of death. That single piece of data had to remain buried forever; the secret was known only to our two terminals. CHIKA WHITMORE Fresh from the decontamination showers inside the Afolayan stronghold, I grab my data pad and initialize a secure line to Darren’s terminal.

“For example, how did you get yourself off the streets? Did you go to college? If yes, what did you major in? What do you do? What’s your passion? Who the hell are you?” “I got off the streets by doing a lot of bad things. Things I don’t want to confess to you right now. Things that would probably make you turn around and walk away.” He frowned and let out a long breath. “Things that are supposed to be secrets that would get me in trouble with powerful people if they knew you knew. Things that are labeled Top Secret by US authorities.” I hadn’t been expecting that response, just more avoidance. Secrets. Powerful people. Trouble. Okay. Top Secret. Holy shit.

That ended today. Someone knocked on my door. "Come in" The security chief entered with two large guards behind him. They looked serious and ready for trouble. "What can we do for you sir" the chief asked. "I need you to find Karen Tyler" I said. "She used to be my secretary. Find her and escort her out of the building immediately" "She is being terminated" the chief asked. "She was terminated days ago but she keeps coming back" I said. "I want her removed and banned from this building permanently. She is not allowed to return for any reason"

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

“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?”

Escape was the only option if he wanted to make it out alive! “I-if you spare my life, I’ll share a big secret with you, Mr. Crawford!” said the man rather tentatively as he took in a deep breath. Gerald, however, simply raised his foot and stepped on the man’s head. Gulping, the man then added, “I-I’ll tell you everything I know as long as you promise to spare my life…!” Just as the man was about to attempt to retrieve a hidden weapon from his sleeve, Gerald simply replied, “Sorry, not interested.”

Senor Ramirez chuckled. “You think this is funny? Is this some sort of game?” I asked incredulously. Senor Ramirez’s expression darkened. “Marco, we have no other option. You agreed to join the CIA, so now you have to come to terms with the fact that you will be entering a whole new world. And secrecy is the key ingredient to this. We cannot take any risks, so we must keep this to ourselves. Apart from me, only you and Malcolm know about this. And we will keep it that way. So stop complaining, and get a grip of yourself. Do I make myself clear?” Senor Ramirez’s deep, commanding tone bounded off the living room walls.

Vince asks as Lester gives him a cheeky grin. “Something my assistant is going to help me with” Lester smiles. “This is top secret; you can’t even tell Tiffany what we are about to do” he adds, opening the envelope and pulling out the piece of paper inside to reveal its contents. Vince’s eyes grow wide when he reads what was on the paper. “What do you need me to do?” he asks, smiling he gets to help Lester with revealing the sex of the baby.

He paused and added, “I have only traded with you, which means only you have my contact number.” Anthony explained with a scowl, “I’ve never told anybody about our exchange.” “How did Secret track me down?” Anthony was surprised. “Secret?” The man on the other end responded, “I should keep a low profile for now. One more thing, I don’t think I can give you what you want. I’ll refund you the deposit.” “What?” Anthony said solemnly, “There’s no rush. I can wait.” The person was harsh in his tone. “Ha. Keep on waiting.”

There won’t be anything serious, nothing serious at all. I trust you, Ansh. I trust you. Making sure not to make any noise, I walked inside the gates of the warehouse. It took a few seconds for my vision to adjust to the low lights around the area. There were no workers, nothing, just silence and lots of clothes, bags, shoes, and appliances. I licked my lips as I read the name on the board near the door. “Adaa enterprises,” it read. I knew my Ansh couldn’t do anything wrong. He left that life for me, he left everything for me. I made no mistake in choosing him.