Novel & Cerita The Secret Of Platform 13

****Dirty Secrets is gradually coming to an end. We have two more chapters to go **** Xavier Mary or whatever her name is is a variable I did not see coming. She walked in at the right time and saved me some time. Staring at her, I tried to figure out if this is just a charade. When a man is desperate just like myself, there is always a tendency for mistake; a mistake from a desperate man.

Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"

Zac looked at Caspian with murderous intent in his eyes. "The premise is that I know what Thousand Machines Box is and where it is." Caspian snorted. "You're still pretending!" Zac naturally did not believe Caspian. The Great Oceans Sect asked Edgar before, and he firmly stated that the mysterious woman left a secret treasure, Thousand Machines Box, to Caspian, in Bamboo Creek Alley.

Natalia lay Adelie on one of the platforms while Marvis lay Alana on another. “The moment you lay on the third platform, the circle will be activated. I don’t know what will happen after that but if you can succeed in turning the hands of time, it should be fine.” “Don’t say it like it’s so easy, Quene,” Natalia said, chuckling anxiously. She exhaled shakily, staring at the platform. Marvis moved closer to her, his body also dyed with blood. He must’ve had a hard time sneaking Alana out in one piece, especially with a furious Fredrich on his heels.

How would I keep the secret of my boss? ###

It was time to tell him my terrible secret that I even kept from Sebastion. The grass crunched under our feet as we approached a large, and disfigured barn. It sat in the middle of a meadow well over run with weeds and tall grass. The roof caved in the middle, making a giant hole. The windows had long since shattered, only leaving a frame in it's place. Crows cawed loudly and took off in a flash, dozens screeching as we approached. We where well outside the village limits. No one would be here unless they where absolutely spying on us.

"Liam was never himself the moment he heard you quit working for them. He was meant to resume as the CEO of his parents' company a few weeks after he came back from Australia but he didn’t because he was depressed. When he finally showed up at the office, he drowned himself with work and locked himself out of every social life as a way to pay for his sins of what he did to you." “I've always had a crush on him. That was before he resumed as the CEO but he never noticed me even though I was his secretary and had more access to him than any other person. Instead, It was his best friend [Damon] who noticed and told me all about his past which includes you.”

"But it's not for people. It's for window washers." [The Climb] Sebastian stood on the automated window-washing platform, suspended 80 floors up. The wind whipped his coat. The platform was locked down by the FBI. But Sebastian opened the control panel and hotwired it in ten seconds. HMMMMM. The platform started to rise. He reached the 88th Floor. His private penthouse office. He looked through the glass. It was empty. The furniture was covered in white sheets. It looked like a mausoleum.

“You usually let other people handle these things.” Marcus paused at the door. “This time…” “…I want the key personally.” The Platform The subway train slowed. Brakes screeched. The doors opened at the Midtown station. Ethan stepped onto the platform first. Lila and Noah followed. The station was quieter than the previous one. Only a few passengers stood nearby. Noah glanced around. “So what’s the plan?” Ethan looked toward the stair exit. “There’s a secure server facility three blocks from here.” Lila frowned.

They wouldn't feel anything from me, I could bank on that. I pulled off the receipt stuck to the bag and handed it to one of the wolves standing there. He had a few inches on Cash but his broadness paled in comparison. His dark sunglasses almost looked ridiculous in the dimming of the day. He looked over the receipt, but something chimed in his ear piece. He lifted his glasses to look at me, then flatly told me 13th floor. I nodded okay. I stifled my giggle. Due to most buildings omitting a 13th due to superstation or structural issues, it was ironic that a building owned by an Other would have a 13th floor.