Novel & Cerita The Secret Of Platform 13

Jude said with a smirk and walks away. News: Mr William who exposed the secret of the k group from the paper company that k group established in Hong kong. There's a suspicion that William embezzled 7.6 million. Mr Nathaniel King who has become known as k group's heir, at the interviews with the reporters today. Later that day, William and Nathan met on top of the k hotel. " Have you been here? It's high isn't it? It's also a perfect height for falling too." Nathan teased.

- Accepted 324. The massive building of semicircular shape aspired to the black sky with its entire height of twenty floors. Lanterns illuminated the frame lattice of the supporting beams, completely showing the bare facade of the future house. The concrete innards gaped in impenetrable darkness - an ideal place, hidden from prying eyes. Brook-ta-man fastclimbs up the stairs. Labyrinths of concrete in total darkness would confuse anyone, but not a vampire, he is dark, his night is Wednesday. Black boots of soft leather kicked up small clots of dust and cement. Every step is a small cloud. The vampire stopped on the thirteenth floor. Here, in a small open hall with concrete pillars, several s

A five-story viewing platform was built around the high platform. Obviously, that was the place where the Three Major Sects held the competition. He could see that residents of Grass Ville were still flocking to the battleground. It looked magnificent from afar. "Mr. Darryl!" At that time, Marvin, with a pleasing expression, pointed northwest of Grass Ville to a high mountain and said, "The entrance to the Godly Secret Realm is located on the mountain's hillside. It has been closely guarded by the disciples of the Three Major Sects over the years, making it impossible for anyone to pass through it."

But they were getting closer to finding a bigger secret. Then, on one of the screens, he saw it—one of the men accidentally bumping into a lever near the back wall. Seconds later, a section of the floor slid open to reveal the true secret below: the beginnings of his underground refinery. Raw. Hidden. Untouchable—until now. Dario’s eyes darkened. He moved to his desk, pressed his thumb to the embedded scanner, and opened a hidden panel. Inside sat a single button: Emergency Protocol Alpha. He didn’t press it. Not yet.

Levi sighed and swallowed down his irritation. "What?" Leviticus asked. "The site is called Dreams, not Dreaming!" "Yes, that!" Leviticus grunted. "But I mean it, NOBODY, not your girlfriends, lovers, bedmates, acquaintances, NOBODY, can ever know about this. This is a secret we must all take to our graves! I don't need to explain what it would do to the group and our share prices." "Of course, father, share prices always come first," Levi gritted his teeth. "Never mind that Leeny could have been trafficked out of the country or worse, could be dead somewhere!"

And my favorite assault rifle, customized with my name engraved on the barrel. "Boss," Dimitri spoke carefully, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. "We got the location. They are heading to Sector 4, the old industrial harbor. Warehouse number 13. The one that was closed down ten years ago." My hands stopped moving. Warehouse 13. I knew that place very well. That was the place where Vladimir brought me when I was just a boy. That was where he taught me how to shoot. That was where he taught me how to kill without feeling remorse. That was where I became a man.

Silence settled over the churchyard, Antonio cursed under his breath, “Professional cleanup.” I stared toward the tree line, someone had planned for failure, even captured operatives weren’t allowed to survive. Rachel stood quietly beside me thinking. Finally she spoke, “Twelve.” I looked at her, “The man said my mother hid twelve secrets.” She slowly reached inside her jacket and her fingers touched Evelyn’s letter. “Twelve videos, and twelve secrets, they’re connected.” she said. Antonio frowned, “You think every video reveals one piece?” he asked. Rachel nodded slowly, “My mother wasn’t just leaving memories, she was leaving instructions.” The realization settled over all of us, the hard

He rushed into the dining room at 6 still wearing pajama pants adorned with small pizza slices, eyes wide open laptops tucked under each arm. “I broke the seal " he declared, throwing all the items onto the table. "Not the wax seal. The platform. Line 3 1918—never deserted. It was locked down. By the city itself. After the final train vanished with all its passengers. No remains were ever discovered. Simply… vanished.” He turned a laptop over. Blueprints. Old ones. Hand-drawn. Dated 1918. The platform wasn’t a platform anymore. It was a cathedral.

"No wonder he insisted on divorce—who could tolerate a betrayal like that?" I raised a hand for silence, my gaze settling on Victoria's ashen face. Pointing to the structural diagram of the sofa on the screen, I said, "The base of this sofa was hollowed out and fitted with a hidden compartment—just large enough to conceal an adult man." My lawyer immediately initiated a video call, the camera switching to my living room. On screen, a worker demonstrated the mechanism. With a press of a concealed latch on the armrest, the base slowly lifted, revealing a storage space over four feet deep.

This one being close to the coordinates I plugged in. Platforms are different then the bracelets I have grown used to. While my old bracelet could take me to any location that wasn't protected by a security wall, a platform can only teleport you to another platform. It chooses the closest one to the coordinates you put in and then you walk to your destination. Not as efficient as the bracelets, but lower in cost and still handy. I inhale deeply and sigh. This home is in the perfect location. Hundreds of acres of prime hunting land surround it. My mate and I would be well provided for here. I could hire a proper security crew and they too would have ample hunting space. I walk the half mile t