Thirteen Keys Novels & Stories

Victor let out through gritted teeth making the girl stand up in a second. “Alpha, I..” she choked the words as I raised my hand to interrupt her. “Gather all the employees in the office. You have exactly fifteen minutes.” I spat as I walked behind the desk to retrieve a key room. To my surprise, the keys were divided into three separate categories. Unsafe was written on a red sticker and had the most keys under it; The Bad had a blue sticker and a couple of keys while the Special guest had only one key and it was placed far away from the other two sections.

She hadn't realized it was Thursday until she landed on channel 39, which corresponded to GHShow, and came across an episode of "The Key to the Heart." Parker tried to deceive herself, pretending not to be curious about what was happening on the show and who Nicholas would choose to eliminate that night. She briefly flipped through other channels but ended up returning to the fateful 39. As much as she knew about the happenings in the mansion, thanks to having to at least glance over the articles written by Sharon and Sunshine, seeing was different, and yes, she was quite curious.

He chose positions that drove me wild and pushed me over the edge again and again. "Ms. Clarke, has your husband ever made you this happy?"

“My dearest Jessie, If you are reading this, then you have found my sanctuary. My secret place. The room I built to keep certain truths safe until you were ready to receive them. I am sorry for all the secrets, my darling. Sorry for the mysteries you must now unravel. But some things are too dangerous to speak aloud, too important to risk in the open. The box before you contains answers. But you cannot open it yet. Not until you have found the three keys. The first key is knowledge. You must learn what I learned. Read the books I have marked. Understand the history I have traced. Only when you comprehend the full scope of what we face will the first seal break.

She didn't use the chalk or the slate; she simply reached down and touched the iron keyhole that had embedded itself into the ship's capstan when the harbor evaporated. "The Thirteen don't want your names anymore," she said, her eyes tracking the movement of the copper-green roots as they burrowed deeper into the milestone. "They want the Resonance. Every time Xander’s heart flared to protect a remainder, it generated a deficit that the master spreadsheet couldn't balance. They need that error. They need the virus to give their new assets the illusion of life."

On my first night after moving into Building 4 of Hawthorne Lane Apartments, the elevator stopped at the nonexistent thirteenth floor. My younger brother, who had been missing for three months, was kneeling outside the doors. An old apartment-number plaque hung around his neck. It read 1204. I was just about to call out to him when the red light above the elevator doors came on. A building manager in a blue uniform suddenly appeared behind me and pushed a report form into my hand. His lips lifted into a frozen smile. “No talking under the red light. If you want to live, write down a neighbor’s apartment number.” Only later did I learn the truth. The most terrifying thing about this building