The Secret Of Platform 13 Novels & Stories

It was just the sound of a child who had finally realized she was trapped in the mud with the rest of us. But from the dark center of the lagoon, a second, massive black hull began to rise from the shipping channel. It wasn't a warship. It was the Vane-Absolute Primary Server Platform—a half-mile-wide floating vault that had been hidden beneath the salt water for twenty years, its automated defensive turrets already rising from the deck to lock onto the tunnel exit. The digital billboard across the river didn't flash a countdown timer. It showed a single, blood-red line of text that filled the entire horizon:

The handwriting was frantic, the ink smeared as if it had been written in a hurry. ​December 12th. The Board has found out about the 5th Street land. They think I’m holding it to protect the heritage, but they want the hub. Catherine says we have to liquidate. I won't do it. If I go, tell Damian the secret isn't in the land. It’s in the press itself. Under the floorboards of the original Heidelberg. ​Under the floorboards, I repeated. Damian, that’s where I was cleaning today. I saw a loose plank near the base of the machine.

“We make a hell of a team.” She laughed, breathless. “You’re an acquired taste.” He barked a laugh that turned into a growl of delight. “Acquired is good.” The platform clanged to a halt on level fifteen. The open shaft yawned above. Doors on either side swung inward, revealing corridors deserted save for flickering torches and smoldering corridors. Lucien hooked the platform to the wall. “The chapel hatch is two flights up,” he growled. “Let’s burn this tower’s heart down.”

I said, looking toward the horizon, where the white-hot spindle was parting to reveal a massive, spiraling Ziggurat of Pure, Black-Emerald Light. "We’ve only just opened the Gate to the West's Final Secret." The Glass Floor didn't just break; it Evaporated, forming a massive, spiritual Gateway to the One-Hundred-and-Thirteenth Layer. "The Layer of the Primal Shroud is activating," Leo said, his runes turning a steady, celestial sapphire. "And it’s the Gate to the First Luna’s True Grave." I looked at the Eleven Sovereigns, then at my own scarred hands, which were now glowing with the indigo-gold light of a hundred and twelve victories.

"And Luke is easy to play. He believes every word I say. Don't worry. I've taken care of the guy at the bar. Now I need you to delete the footage in the hospital hallway. Rest assured. Once I marry him, you'll get your money." Her words struck Luke like a blade, slicing through his composure. As she moved to the door, he hurried off, trying to make sense of everything. Recalling my hurtful looks on the stairs, he sprinted to the security office. His heart pounded with dread. He pulled up the footage. Color started to drain from his face as the truth was revealed. Amanda had deliberately blocked my path and shoved me down the stairs. Wincing in pain, I had struggled to her feet and slapped he

"That means he holds a secret he cannot allow anyone to discover. And whatever that secret is, Hailey and Keegan must have stumbled onto it." A sharp light flashed in his eyes. He struck the desk with his palm. "What is the greatest secret in the apocalypse? Resources." He leaned forward. "The massive shipment missing from Volmart… It's in his hands. And he is hiding it with some kind of spatial ability!"

Waiting for the doors to shut; he continues, “thanks to your mothers, I was able to follow their trail and I found out their information. Technology today, I was able to dig further.” “Is it Max Springfield?” Emmett asks as the elevator stops on the top floor. Stuart doesn’t answer him. He walks off the elevator and into the Emmett’s office with Simone and Emmett following him in. “It’s bigger than just one person. He plays the main role; but there are people out there in high positions he has under his control” Stuart says, pulling his laptop out of his bag with a remote internet USB modem. “The modem was purchased with cash and connected under the name Benjamin Franklin Peirce. I’ve nickna

****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!"

"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.”