The Secret Of Platform 13 の小説・ストーリー

They came over, and now Ashley was a potato chip away from losing her sh&t. I loved having protective friends. “Okay, so I was in the middle of deposing Mara. I had just shown her the ad we found last week.” “The one for the psychic hotline?” “Yes, that one. I had JUST shown it to her on the computer screen, and I asked her to explain why the ad showed two identical little girls running through the forest, with the caption, ‘Mara and Myra don’t know why they are running, but we do. Call now and get your future before it’s too late.’ Mara’s face went pale and I knew I had her.”

He wasn't going to have a meeting with those good-for-nothings, for that reason, he asked Camilla to delete it. Five years back in New York and his company, R-Tech, had become New York’s most powerful private tech company, overshadowing Worth Estates. Over a decade old clients Worth Estates worked with changed their route the moment R-Tech offered tighter security and faster communication. They've been requesting a meeting since then, and that only made Rex know exactly what they wanted. A partnership. “Come with me, we'll talk inside,” Rex told Emily before heading into the building. Inside the elevator, Emily noticed Camilla's scowl, but she ignored it, forcing a polite smile.

"And no one will know I ever existed." Kieran's hand touched my shoulder. It was very warm, solid, and real. "That's not going to happen." His touch grounded me. It reminded me I wasn't just numbers or memories; I was here. "We need to move. Before she finishes the merge." Subject One nodded. "Sanctum is buried under the western ridge. The path is fractured. Dangerous. But I can guide you through the old vents." "I'm coming too." Subject 13's voice was firm.

Justin had just alighted from the bus as he takes a look at the bustling city with skyscrapers and luxury cars all around him. He had just a little Duffel bag as he didn't want to carry along many things which will remind him of his past. He walked down the street to the little apartment Desmond his best friend had rented for him. His brain kept going back to the trauma and damage he faced from the terrific break up he witnessed causing his relocation. He vowed to himself never to be kept as a secret lover or let any man break his heart. As he walked further he stumbled upon a newspaper which stated the CEO of the White Companies is in need of a Personal Assistant and interviews were going o

SUMMARY I have a secret. I’m in love with my best friend, but I’ve never told her. Sharing feelings is right up there with all-time terrible things. Instead of saying it, I show her how I feel every day. I watch Big Brother with her. We have scary movie night. I hold her hair when she’s puking. That’s love in my books. Only…she’s not been the same recently, and I don’t know how to fix it. I hope she knows I'd do anything for her.

Click! In the middle of the night, a small sound of a door being unlocked echoed throughout the office. At the end of this sound, everything was in absolute silence. A tall figure in black entered the room and looked around. The person was on a mission to find the missing material. It was important that everything in this room was thoroughly searched—every drawer, every shelf, even the small spaces between furniture. The sources informed what was needed was hidden in an object. Luckily, the night was long enough for a detailed search of every item.

’ Stuart uttered sharply ‘What are you two busy talking about, what is it that I do not need to know?’ Lora asked casually Connie and Stuart looked at each other as panic hit them. Connie put in quickly, ‘Oh mom, you will blow the surprise if we tell you. It’s_________’ Stuart interjected ‘A surprise and it must stay like that until time.’ Stuart added, ‘Let’s go and have some fun.’ He spoke as he closed his laptop putting it in his backpack

Ruby sat in the tub reeling from the brief conversation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **Dez** "Viktor! I found her; I'm leaving now." He was ecstatic and ready to leave. "Do not say where you are going. No one needs to know what you are doing. This must remain a secret until we know more about this situation." This was an odd request but he didn't mind. Dez was a private person anyway. "This may be more dangerous than I originally thought. Be extremely cautious." "I understand, I will text you after I get settled." He turned and was out of the building and in his car in less than thirty seconds.

James asked. Lavrenti gave a low chuckle. “No one ever said that the Heavenly Secrets Pavilionʼs headquarters was located in the Dark World. In fact, our headquarters is located at the Central Plane. Only a select few from the major groups of Primevals are aware of this information.” James had a look of bewilderment on his face. As the founder of the Supremusseum, James thought he knew everything about the Central Plane or what was happening in and around the area. Yet, he had no idea an influential and secretive intelligence agency like the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion had set up base at the Central Plane.

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.