Novels by CipherChelle

SSHS 247After the Thanksgiving dinner that night and that mission, the two rookie undercover spies went on with their days. They went on being the ‘normal’ third years that they are and continued being the third years that they are. No more missions were given to them after the mission about the Montague couple and they do not know if the headquarters of the ISO where sympathising with their shock or if there is really no more mission for them to do. But either way, they are glad that they were able to finish the mission in such a short time and also experience being students as they are.They went on and experienced things as if they were normal people and not some spies who were trained at the very young age. Not some undercover people who are in there for the sake of completing their mis

SSHS 246After the game it was already time for dinner, Damian and Excami won because none of them were able to find out what kind of thing they had and they were all tagged out of the game. It was fun for the most part but what everyone waited for was the thanksgiving dinner and it was satisfying. They enjoyed every bite and they waited for the dessert because it was the star of the dinner the dessert.Then after eating, they lounged a little longer by the dinner table and talked about all the other things, like the fun times that they had in school, the love story between the Montague couple how they met how they fell in love and then almost talked about how they conceived the children but thankfully damien and Excami stopped them before it happened. The Montague siblings almost asked about the families of Hestia and Albertand what kind of stori

SSHS 245Sometime later, it is already the Month Of October and things have been going smoothly both for the Montague siblings and for the two rookie undercover spies and for the Montague couple. for the course of the month of october, Hestia and Albert had been invited for dinners and lunches by either Damian or Excami and would always result for a dinner together with their parents and with that the bond between all of them had grow and become stronger and they were more close with each other than ever before.But there is something that the two rookie undercover spies can not pinpoint at all. because most of the past missions they have been assigned to, they are always making the opportunity to get close to the target; they are always making the opportunity to do something, to create a movement, a pattern, a path for their mission t

Sshs 244The next day, Hestia and Albert walked side by side to their classroom. Apparently, the whole school knew of the incident yesterday: Mrs. . Montague pulled them out for the whole day and never came back until the wee hours of the night. Some people tried to block them and ask a ton of questions about what happened yesterday; questions like: what happened? Where did you go? What did she say? Was she generous? Was she kind? Was she loving and sweet and like a saint when she visited back at the beach house? What did you talk about with her? Such a ton of questions were asked to them and yet they remained silent about it. No comment, no answers, just complete silence as they went through

SHS 243 They ate in silence, up until dessert. No one spoke a word and it stayed that way until they were brought into the library. No one spoke as each of them were encouraged to pick a book in the vast collection of books inside the library. As they sat into the chairs available at the library, only then did the conversation start at the pretence of wanting to know what book they found. “How about you, Hestia? Albert? What book did you pick?” Hestia and Albert then lifted up the books that they picked. Mrs. Montague cooed at the books in their hands and proceeded to analyse them. “Wow! You live up to your personality. Unlike someone else.” Mrs. Montague threw in the shade as she briefly looked at her children who were silently reading with their father on the other side of the library. It was not quite far, but it seemed that the Montague siblings were so immersed in what they were reading that they did not notice the shade that was thrown at them by their

SSHS 242 As the three of them sat in silence without any of them taking a bite of their food, they tried to process the information that was at their table. The Montague siblings have been showing two different personalities and all between being inside the school and at school. If at school, they were glorified as students who are the top role models; a fun and energetic one and a gentle ruler, both were on ground and knew how to touch some grass. At home, they are the arrogant siblings who think they are better than anyone and will not even go down to their current level. It was as if they know the a person with the same name and yet still different by how they act.&nb

Witness Marks (part 2) Azrick, with adrenaline in his veins, shouted as he approached the windows. He swayed the curtains with his hand only to be surprised by a cardboard cutout of a man with a gun. Nothing more, but a mere cardboard cutout. People were in a panic when the car of Mr. Tevyat was forcefully opened and then a bloody body of a woman was put inside, then they drove off. The murmurs of the people around became louder, even louder from when they heard a gunshot and shattered glasses. The bystanders put two and two together and have come up with the possible story: a woman is shot inside the office of the famous detective.As Azrick sped off to the nearest hospital, Jack was left on the scene to preserve the crime scene and to do some crowd control. “Excuse me, can you please call the police and tell them to come here immediately? Tell them it's about Detective Tvyat.” Jack said to a man nearby who heeded his favour. While the man was calling the police, the assistant mad

Witness Marks (part 1)That little interaction with the stalker had led Auria into the deep hole of paranoia. She refuses to let anybody in, or out of her home; she rarely ever gets out of her room and she made sure that all windows were always closed— barred with thick curtains, locked and secured… The only thing missing was for her to board up her windows for extra measures— but she was still cautious that ever before. She has yet to have a full and peaceful sleep. Everytime that she closes her eyes, the memories from that day come back immediately. She remembers it all so vividly: his cold voice that is low in register and has a growl in it, his stature that looked to be a bit skinny yet muscular, his loud breathes that would stain the window with steam and blurr his face, and his cold and menacing eyes that were calculative— capable of bypassing her defences, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable— his eyes that were a glowing blue and focused on her and solely her. Just the

A Walk by the Bridge (part 2) It looked like it would rain any moment as the grey clouds were hanging low from the sky and a chilly breeze bellowed on the people mourning for the death of someone they knew. A thick fog covered the feet of those near the grave while some were slowly walking away, deeming it time to go to their homes but still crying on their way. Some opted to stay, wanting to be with the dead one a little longer as they cannot accept their untimely death. Umbrellas ready and their handkerchief by the hand, sobs and wails continued to echo in the cemetery as the time went on. However, all the people present at the funeral of John Albert Tristan failed to realise one thing: someone was missing. Someone who they thought would not be absent to such an event… was actually not there, not even for a little while. They only realised when everyone was gone from the funeral, “Where is she?” the cameraman asked, ready to snap a picture of her mourning face to put it on the tabl

A Walk by the Bridge (part 1) It has already been two weeks after the incident, after the death of John Albert Tristan. People were still shocked that a kind and famous person was already gone in their world in a blink of an eye, people were still mourning the loss of the showbiz industry as they visited the funeral of him, people still cannot believe what happened. The full article of the murder was published by numerous news paper companies a week ago, five days after the day of the crime. The people were shocked by the news and were puzzled as to why someone would do such a thing to a kind person— they knew John Albert Tristan as someone who has no haters— a rare instance in the world of actors and actresses. And yet they were welcomed by the news. Of course, the whole story was not published, there were some omissions from some part. It is so— by the reasoning of the police— to keep the investigation as clean as possible and to keep the people from pestering them, they already

The First Murder (part 3) “How is she doing?” Mr. Tevyat asked, taking his coat off from his shoulders and hanging it on the coat rack near the door, he took his hat too and also hung it on the coat rack. Jack came after, holding a box of cupcakes--- cookies and cream flavour--- just like how Auria likes them. Jack took off his coat too and put it beside Azrick’s before being led by the maid to where Auria was at the moment. “The miss has yet to heal. I do not think she will ever heal from this. Shedoes not eat, nor does she take showers anymore despite her being an advocate for hygiene. We rarely see her out of her room and would only go out to drink a glass of water and nothing more.” The devastation in the voice of the maid was very evident, her face was downcast and her head hung low. She is affected by the situation of her mistress. Well, all are affected. It had been four days since the incident. Four days since the death of John Albert Tristan--- her lover. Four days withou

The First Murder (part 2) Poor miss Auria Martinez was seen as a crying mess that night. Media focused on her teary eyes as she sobbed away. Jack tried to comfort her but it was to no avail. Eventually, Auria was led back inside her car by her driver and was driven away. The media tried to get something from her, or anything that they could put in their articles for tomorrow morning’s newspaper. As she went away, Azrick and Jack went back to the crime scene and talked more with the Detective Olive. Ducking down the police tape, Azrick called towards Detective Olive. “Oi mate, anything new?” Olive turned his head towards his former co- workers and said, “Sorry mate, nothing new. How about the girl?” “Went home. She was a crying mess, poor miss Auria.” Jack replied this time, looking at the crime scene. The body of the victim, John Albert Tristan, was being put in a body bag to be transported in a morgue for an autopsy. They hope they could get a permission from his family or even

DUCHESS 50Her Majesty the Queen then proceeded to tell me how the too much intake of steroids made my grandfather turn into a tyrannical maniac. How my grandfather would always request to have a cup of tea with her because he would experience immense straight after their tea. And then, after a few months of having constant tea with Her Majesty the Queen, Queen Elise finally gave my grandfather the blend of tea that she would always serve with him. It was mixed with all the herbs, chemicals and plants that would make up the steroids. It was a foolproof ploy and soon enough, my grandfather turned for the worst. Her Majesty the Queen erupted in a laugh as she saw the devastation and fear smeared all over my face: eyes wide from shock, tears still streaming down my cheeks as she told the whole story. She said she purposely made the writers omit that part since it would trace it all to her, “so I had to erase some footsteps so whoever tries to investigate what happened at that point of t

DUCHESS 49 The breeze of the cold wind at night made the balcony all the more relaxing, but all that relaxation was slowly being replaced by anxiety as I held the envelope in my hands. The contents were still unknown, but I hope that it would solve the final piece of the puzzle. The theory of His Majesty the King was highly plausible, given the fact that a person cannot simply overlook the emotional pain that they are holding, and it is true that the said pain will catch up to them soon. But the theory alone cannot simply explain it all. No, there must be something else, the mere grief is not enough to make a person of such good nature and good heart turn into the most tyrannical person that a person can be, and at such a fast pace. Holding the envelope in my hand, I took the both ends and proceeded to tore it apart, creating an opening for me to take the paper inside. The paper smelled like flowers and fruits--- whoever used this paper must be of noble blood and took great effort i

DUCHESS 48 Into the backrooms of the Grand Hall of the Royal Palace, the people inside were only me, Viscount Ludwig and His Majesty the King. Her Majesty the Queen and the Crown Prince were not explicitly invited thus they cannot enter here in the back rooms. The back rooms are a private room that only His Majesty the King can use and have access in to. not even the servants can just enter this room and when serving us food and drinks, the trolley was left outside and we are the ones to take it from there. Being invited in the backrooms means that His Majesty the King has something important to discuss, or it is something of a top secret kind of way. Once inside the backrooms and already had our fill of the meal: steak, fried potatoes partnered with hollandaise sauce and some wine wiiiittt h dessert included some mixed fresh fruit and honey, perfect for a refreshing end of the meal. We sat in silence as we savoured the greatness of the meal and none among the three of us dared t

DUCHESS 47 A week after the dinner at the Royal Palace, invitations are already being distributed to every noble of the Sagareste Kingdom for the upcoming awarding and banquet celebration at the end of the month. word had circled around the nobles of whom the award banquet celebration might be, but a lot of them had already suspected that the award and banquet is dedicated to the current Duchess of the Fortess uchy: Friele Marcia Madrigal Fortess— me. Upon knowing that, many of the nobles had already sent me letters of congratulations and further invitations on their houses so as to establish a connection. Still, most of the nobles are busy for the preparation of the event that is going to happen at the Royal Palace. a lot of them have been going to the modiste or summoning the best designer in the kingdom to commision a dress or a set of them. Meanwhile, the Harvesting Season had also started and the farmers were busy harvesting their produce and organising the selling price

DUCHESS 46A few minutes after my meal, I glanced over at Yuri to see how she was faring as she read through that part of the book— the one detailing the reign of tyrant grandfather when he was still alive. “Care to tell me what is said in there?'' I said while finishing up the dessert. Yuri did not budge nor acted to ever hear my voice, she was so focused on the book that she might as well place her face inside of it. her brows were scrunched, her brows almost meeting each other and forming a unibrow. I cleared my throat, in hopes to get her attention this time, and good thing it was successful.“Your Grace. Sorry, I was too immersed in the book. do– do you need anything?” the Head Maid asked as she walked closer to me, closing the book and putting it on the desk. her face was the usual blank one, a poker face if you will. but her eyes tells something else. “None at the moment. I am one with my meal. you can take them away.” I said while i wiped my mouth with the cloth. Yuri bowe

DUCHESS 45“Oh, there you are.” A voice said and soon was followed by footsteps coming closer to me. I whipped my head to the direction of the voice and the footsteps, only to see the Crown Prince, in his pajamas? That is so weird. “Uriel, why are you in your pajamas? how can you walk in the halls in your pajamas?” Seriously, we all have such weird things inside our minds. Uriel only smiled at me with his slightly sleepy eyes and replied, “I walked and traveled through the secret pathways inside the Palace walls. it's fun really, i can show them to you if you want. By the way, what are you looking for?” Uriel then grabbed a book, offering his help.“Don't you have a duty to get to?” I asked with a raised brow. nobles start their day at the break of dawn, what more for a royal. but Uriel only laughed at my question and continued, “Well, you are here. aren't you technically taking a break?” a few moments of silence passed between us with only the end of pages being flipped echoing t