Secret Wars Novels & Stories

A girl can dream. I flash my I.D. badge at the desk security guard, who no doubt believes he actually works for a porn warehouse, and make my way to the back of the building, past aisles and aisles of storage boxes of smut. At the very back of the warehouse is a standard bookshelf lined with DVD’s. I look for the current secret video—Jurassic Puss, tagline: ‘Life finds a way . . . to cum’—and pull it from the shelf, triggering the mechanism which opens up the secret door leading down to the subterranean building which is the true heart of T.H.E.M.’s operations.

Leo gritted out, his palms turning into fists under the table. An insider had spilled company secrets and successfully managed to plummet down their stocks and corner the Emerson Group with multiple competitors vying to take over the famous business empire. “Jackals. That is what they all are in this industry,” His grandfather and mentor would grumble and teach him all the tricks of the trade. God bless his kind soul in heaven, especially when his rotten son had spilled water all over his hardwork. "I don’t think anyone has a bid and the numbers as good as ours, Sir,” the efficient secretary honestly said.

“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.

"Looks like not everyone's going down without a fight." Then the radio said something that made my blood freeze: "Roger that. Deploying the special weapon now." Sierra grabbed my arm. "What's the special weapon?" I stared at the radio, remembering secret files I'd seen during my time with the cult. Files about tests. About things that should never have been made. "Something that's going to change everything," I whispered.

Seoul’s skyline glimmered beneath the rising sun, but the city’s streets were far from calm. The leaks from Project Kestrel had sent shockwaves across international media. Screens flashed with names, faces, and secrets that had been buried for decades. Government offices were in lockdown, security agencies scrambled, and whispers of resignations and cover-ups filled the air like a poison mist. Inside the safe house, the team remained tense. Soo-ah sat at the table, fingers tapping rhythmically on the surface. The adrenaline from the night’s infiltration had faded, leaving only exhaustion and a lingering sense of disbelief.

The elevator dinged open and the doors swooshed aside and I stepped out onto a polished marble hallway, heart pounding—one mistake and I’m on my arse. The boardroom was ahead, Galden’s coat of arms engraved on the glass doors, voices murmuring behind them. I had ducked into a tech booth high above the room, my laptop buzzing, a black-market device willing to leak their secrets to a world media that up to that day had enabled them. Nervousness scratched as I logged in to their network, my wig shifting out of position due to my shivering, fingers shaking on the keyboard. Out front, men from the commercial unit dressed in tailored suits sipped coffee, their talk was cool: “Serum warheads standi

The kind that could make them dangerous. Leila leaned back, skepticism gnawing at her. Could her family be involved in something this strange? A secret society? The more she uncovered, the more it felt like the world she thought she knew was a cover for something much darker. Something hidden just beneath the surface of her life. As the hours dragged on and the first light of dawn broke through the window, Leila kept digging. Every click led to more questions. If she was right—if her family had connections to Grossman—this was going to be one hell of a ride.

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

he whispers to himself; although Emmett heard him. “I asked him to investigate on the sly my mother’s accident when it was reinvestigated. We didn’t think it would show us what it did” Emmett replies, taking the USB stick from Roger and placing it into his computer. “Mum and Aunty Lest were looking into a drug ring 15 years ago. Stuart named the file Hawkeye. Don’t worry; when we were hacked, Mitch and Bart put Lester’s and my computers on a different server.”

I plead him a pardon. He stayed quiet when I wrapped my arms around his body, I positioned his head on my chest and stroked his hair with my hand, he was only filling the silence, “Can I tell you a secret?” Kevin muffled. I looked down to catch his wet eyelashes. Immediately my heart fell at rest on the fact that he was willing to talk to me, “Yes, my dear. Your secrets are safe with me,” I assured him. My heart placed at rest that he chose to speak to me. I was worried if he got unsettled with me.