Secret Classes Novels & Stories

“There’s an underground section beneath this building. I want to know what’s in it.” His eyes flickered. “There’s nothing—” I lifted my phone. “All right,” he said quickly. “It was sealed years ago. Old council records, meeting rooms, storage.” “Names,” I said. “What kind of records.” He sighed. “Alphas. Treaties. Conflicts that were never made public. Files that contradicted official histories.” My pulse quickened, but I kept my voice steady. “Access points.” “There’s a latch behind the third shelf in the west archive,” he said. “It’s keyed to staff clearance, but I can get you inside.”

The silence was near total, broken only by the faint hum of concealed ventilation. Halfway down, a discreet brass plate read: Private Access — Members Only. But Siena knew this wasn’t for members. This was for owners. For those whose money bought not just drinks and company, but secrets. She reached the door at the very end — black, no number, no name. Only a slim, vertical slot beside the handle. She held the keycard between two fingers, feeling its weight again, the embossed gold pressing into her skin. For a moment, she hesitated. Not out of fear — she told herself that — but because she knew the second she slid the card home, whatever waited inside would not be something she could unsee.

"That means he holds a secret he cannot allow anyone to discover. And whatever that secret is, Hailey and Keegan must have stumbled onto it." A sharp light flashed in his eyes. He struck the desk with his palm. "What is the greatest secret in the apocalypse? Resources." He leaned forward. "The massive shipment missing from Volmart… It's in his hands. And he is hiding it with some kind of spatial ability!"

“I’ve noticed. He kind of likes to annoy you.” “Oh, it’s his life mission.” Mrs. Fisher cleared her throat from the front. “Alright, who can tell me the first step?” Dead silence. I looked at my desk. Eye contact meant certain death and I wasn't prepared for that. Ella leaned closer, whispering, “I don’t get why letters get to hang out with numbers. It just feels wrong.” I smirked. “They call it algebra. I call it identity theft.” Her laugh escaped before she could stop it, and Mrs. Fisher’s gaze snapped to us. “Is something funny?”

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."

The wall fell completely, and I gasped as the vision flooded my consciousness. I saw the Prisma Institute from above, its elegant architecture surrounded by manicured gardens. Then the image shifted, showing what lay beneath—vast underground levels, reinforced chambers, and at the center, a massive containment unit. Something moved within it, something ancient and powerful. "The Great Secret," I whispered, my voice sounding distant to my own ears. "You're containing something. Something that only truth-seers can detect." "Enough!" Serena shouted, genuine fear in her eyes. "You'll draw its attention!"

Vanya's POV "There are no cameras here, and it's noisy outside. No one will notice this small private room. You're afraid that our meeting will be known by Cliff or Edwin, so how dare you touch me here?" I sat down on the sofa leisurely, picked up an apple, and took a bite. Such places were not unfamiliar to me. Private rooms with an S-level of secrecy like this were usually where big shots conducted secret transactions. The confidentiality was extremely high. Not only would no word leak, but not even a fly could escape unnoticed.

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

Koin was supposed to be Alpha. koin may not come back. Who would be Alpha? of course, they didn't say it out right, no one wanted to speak their fears out loud, of course he would return. Thalia had snuck down to the locker rooms below the gym and shut herself in, blocking off the door with a janitor’s sign. Here she could live in her memories without fear of being interrupted. She had finally sat on one of the long benches set between the rows of lockers and began to let her mind wander. All too soon her focus was pulled back to reality, she heard something moving around. She peered back into the darkened shower area, squinting but couldn't make anything out. One of the plastic shower curta

Kelsey smiled and tapped the icon, only for her smile to wither and die. Heads up, cat is out of the bag. "Shit," Kelsey muttered. She'd expected the secret to get out, but this quick? Wait, which secret were they talking about here? Which one? She hit send and sighed. A few moments later, a reply dinged. Your new job. Say as little as possible and only use the secure app from now on. Her mind immediately went to the mole. Was this them again? Someone in their ranks working against them?