The Secret Of Platform 13 Novels & Stories

"A weapon that stops listening to its creator is not a weapon anymore. It is a liability." Behind me, the platform's old speaker system crackled suddenly to life, static hissing through the empty station. "Sienna," Scarlett's voice echoed through the speakers, calm and cold. "Did you really think Adams could keep a secret from me?" Adams's face went pale. The lights along the platform flickered once, then died completely, plunging the entire station into darkness.

Hearing the Curse Devil King's words, Zephyr Khan was shocked and his eyes fell on the platform not far away. This platform was used by countless forces to reach the Secret Land, which was covered with a lot of mysterious formations. He never thought! The Curse Devil King could secretly change the array into a transmission array. It was hard to imagine how terrifying the level of Curse Devil King's formation was! "Are you sure you can travel hundreds of thousands of meters?" Looking at the high platform in front of him, Zephyr Khan could not help but confirm. "Don't worry about me!" "What's more, even if it's not hundreds of thousands of meters, the real gap is not too big! It's enough for y

Chapter-1: A Secret Aria Anastasia My black heels were clicking loudly as I took large steps while making my way to the cabin on the twenty-eighth floor. The entire floor had a waiting lounge, a reception where an assistant was present, and a familiar cabin of my boss, as in Zaiden Storm. I knocked on the polished door, asking, "May I come in?" "Come in," came a deep curt reply. I stepped inside after opening the door, only to find Zaiden leaning against his black leather chair, his eyes glued to the screen of his laptop.

Then she understood. "The Thirteenth." Silence. Heavy silence. The voice laughed softly. Not warmly. Not cruelly. Just knowingly. "Very good, Serena." Every instinct in her sharpened. Because now she could feel the shape of the missing piece. The thing nobody had wanted to discuss. The thing hidden behind years of omission. "There were thirteen founders." The voice answered immediately. "Yes." Orpheus said nothing. The operator said nothing. Which meant it was true. Ethan stared at them.

Within seconds every abandoned machine in the chamber came alive. Fans began spinning overhead. Ancient monitors flickered to life. Static filled the room. One dusty screen suddenly displayed a security camera image. Grand Central Terminal. Platform 27. The station looked completely empty. No passengers. No trains. Only one object sat in the center of the platform. A wooden box. About the size of a briefcase. Across its lid... Someone had painted the same nine-line symbol. Adrian stepped closer to the monitor. "That's what we're looking for."

And on the baby’s small, pale palm, a new word was appearing, etched in the same red ink as Vaughan’s match-flame. ​"RUN." ​The Third Party ​Suddenly, the basement door didn't open—it Dissolved. ​But it wasn't Director Vane. It wasn't the Publishers. ​A woman stood in the doorway. She wore a dress made of "Pure Data-Streams," and her hair was a waterfall of "User-Interface" icons. She didn't look like a character, and she didn't look like an author. ​She looked like The Platform.

I struggled hard, trying to pull my hands free, but the restraints wouldn't budge no matter how hard I twisted. That was when the realization finally hit me. My mother ran an adult shop. And this had to be that new specialty bed she had recently ordered. It had built-in mechanisms. Once triggered, the restraints would lock automatically, and only someone outside could disable it. Earlier, I had been so exhausted that I grabbed the first bed I saw in the back room and passed out. I hadn't even noticed it was the brand-new display model. I must've hit one of the triggers in my sleep. Now the damn thing had my arms and legs locked in place.

“The hologram, the security features, everything checks out. This is a legitimate company ID.” He passed it to the person next to him and the card made its way through the crowd as person after person confirmed what he had said. Each examination was followed by wider eyes and dropped jaws. The gasps and murmurs grew louder with each passing second until the entire office was buzzing with shocked energy. I felt like the floor had disappeared beneath my feet. My vision swam slightly as I tried to reconcile the man standing in front of me, the man I’d slept with twice, the man I’d been training as a junior analyst, with the words CEO of Callahan Enterprises.

"Neither tomorrow nor next week, but when August begins, you could come one day. You'll be surprised." "Why?" "Because the main headquarters is not just a magazine, Katia," he smiled mysteriously. Once they had landed at Munich Airport, Munich Franz Josef Strauss, she saw a man in his mid-fifties waiting for them in the hangar where Stefan's private jet landed. On the way to the German's house, Katia looked at the city in astonishment. She had always wanted to visit that city since she had read the "Pídeme lo que quieras" trilogy by Megan Maxwell. She was surprised to find that they were leaving the city, but she didn't comment, just enjoying the scenery.

Ehn, what have gotten myself into… This girl is a criminal … How did she know how to do all of this? I always know she is a go getter and a risk taker but how come she know all about this? Ha… how do I get out of this now …? My marriage is crashing bit by bit. .. Now this? I can’t even help myself … All my pasts are here to ruin me… And no one even seem to understand me.. Ehnnn I am soup. She sighed as her phone beeped and she realised that it was a message from Dhikrah… she sent the account number