Secret Sister Form Novels & Stories

Chapter Thirteen Koin Koin didn't slow down until the apartment was in view. 1,500 and some odd miles covered in a little more than 6 hours. Koin crept through the yard smelling deeply, but he knew already. she was here. inside. He could see the lights off the lamp he had left for her displaying stars and colors across her walls and ceiling, splashing out onto the porch a bit as if she meant to share it with the world. Connor sat to watch as Koin shifted into human form, going to the small patch of grass Infront of the porch to get the shorts he had hidden under them *Don’t. Don’t let Azier...* Connor nodded shifting back to go around the building a little *I got you dude, he's just excited.

And so, he couldn't respond. "We have never yet talk about marriage," Celine butted. "But the reason he brought me here is because I already know about the HongYoonChoi organization. I am Joshua's secretary." "Oh? Boss Joshua got a female secretary. What is this? I was away for only 8 months and lot of things happened," his sister whispered to herself. She looked at Celine again, crossing her arms. "What about Seungcheol? What's your relationship with Seungcheol?"

But it wasn’t just the surprise of seeing him that made my heart race—it was the sudden, sharp twist in my stomach as he stepped forward, pulling something out of his jacket pocket. In his hand, he held a document. The very sight of it sent a wave of panic rushing through me. I could see the outline of the words even from a distance, the unmistakable logo at the top—the sadomasochistic agreement that Chris and I had signed a long time ago. The one that was meant to remain a secret. The one that had been buried in the past, far from the eyes of anyone who might judge us, especially my parents. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest.

So I can't even. She looked up and saw me. The space in the room suddenly disappeared. I sat down not meeting her gaze. For now. " I'm the prosecutor of this case,I'm William Jackson." I introduced myself while meeting her gaze. Can I really do this? I feel so much pity. " in accordance to the information and communications act,all conversation here will be recorded." I told her. And then I switched the record. She didn't respond but kept her head down. " Name...Jade Kaila Shipman. Date of birth...July 21,1999. Address...111 Cleaveland Rd Pleasant Hill, California(CA), 94523... Is that correct?" I asked her.

But just as I was about to make my way up, Evander’s voice stopped me. “Ma’am, there is more you need to know before you leave.” I turned to face her, curiosity stirring once more. Evander gave a subtle nod, and one of the other maids stepped forward, holding a brown file. My heart skipped a beat as the file was handed to her. Evander pulled out a few documents, and with an unreadable expression, handed me one. "This is the secrecy contract, ma'am." A secrecy contract? I blinked, remembering the rules he had laid out for me, the ones about not telling anyone about what was happening between us. But this? A formal, written agreement? I never thought it would come to this.

“Thank you so much!” “But! She needs to plead for secrecy and she will be living in the hideout with us.” He was so adamant about this. “That is my term, and I am sure Aaron and Elm will agree with me.” “What is a plead of secrecy?” I asked him, never heard the term before. “It’s for a human who wants to work or have a partnership with the mystic blood. A ritual where they will drop their blood on a secrecy contract.” Answered Zephyr to me.

The document formatting was professional, complete with the Stormfang Pack's exclusive encrypted watermark. Some details in the material lists were so specific they were chilling, as if they had really passed through his hands. Only a handful of people could have had access to these core documents and seals. The elders' increasingly heated arguments and accusations swirled around him, like a cacophony of demons. But his eyes, sharp as a hawk's, were locked on the screen, missing not a single detail. Suddenly, his finger halted, his gaze fixed on the signature section of a so-called "secret agreement."

His face froze in shock before he passed the letter to the elders. The note contained only a few short words: [In 30 minutes, meet me two miles south of the city. Otherwise, the Secret Sect will be eradicated. None shall survive.] At the bottom, the signature bore both Chase's name and the unmistakable emblem of the Secret Sect. "The Secret Sect's emblem?" The black-robed elders exchanged stunned glances. "Someone dares to threaten the Secret Sect? This person has nerves of steel."

It was a risky endeavor, but we knew that obtaining those documents would be a game-changer. We arranged a clandestine meeting, shrouded in secrecy and held under the cover of night. With our trusted allies by our side, we ventured to the undisclosed location, our hearts pounding with anticipation. The whistleblower, hidden behind a mask, handed us a folder containing the classified information—a treasure trove of evidence that would send shockwaves through society.

Her fingers trembled as she accepted the sealed documents from Em, her name scribbled in bold letters across the front. Em's hesitant expression sparked curiosity, but Luna's focus remained on the papers. "What's this?" she asked, eyeing the package in her hands. The secretary's eyes darted around the living room for a brief moment before settling on Luna. "I had to deliver it by Mr. George's instructions. It seemed urgent and very important," she shuddered, remembering the way he gazed at her unnervingly.