A Love Buried By Secrets Novels & Stories

Not with my heart slamming against my ribs and my thighs trembling under their steady gazes. “I buried it,” I admitted, voice breaking. “When you came out, when I saw you two together for the first time. I buried it so deep I thought it was dead.” Julian’s thumb moved again—just once—soft over the strap. “It’s not dead, sweetheart. We can see it. We can feel how your pulse is racing right now.”

I ask her. “Your father along with my husband went into the cemetery after the funeral. It was the midnight. He asked my husband to dig her grave and when they reopened the grave, Mathew hid a box there and they again covered the grave with dirt. Twenty-four hours later, Mathew hired sculptors to carve a stone grave with an angel statue so his secret which he wanted to hide from everyone would be buried forever with your mother and it is the only place he left abandoned. Today, I found my husband’s letter in the attic of our house. He wrote everything in that letter and also requested me to burn it as soon as you find out the truth.” She finishes and I feel like the earth is spinning around

he chuckled without mirth. "You're not the only one with secrets. We all have some things that we hide from the world, things we aren't proud of and things we feel ashamed of. I told myself that I didn't deserve anybody's love and that I could go on living my life being cold and impassive to all around me until you came into my life Najmah," he called her name softly, bringing his hands to cup her chin. "You made me feel things I have never felt before. I kept denying it and the more I kept pushing you away from me, the more reasons I find to go back to you."

My chest bounced with the motion. His eyes locked on me, and the front of his pants had formed an unmistakable bulge. He cleared his throat, trying to hide it, but his heavy breathing and unrelenting stare betrayed him. I felt a flush of embarrassment, but underneath it was a guilty thrill: even after years of marriage, my body still held the power to tempt—just like before. I dared not imagine what it would feel like if he were to claim me with that wild, overwhelming intensity…

“I’ve worked for you long enough to read the pauses.” Naomi smirked. “Maybe you should be the one making the closing arguments.” Sandra tilted her head with a knowing grin. “Isn’t that what you’re already doing? Piece by piece… Secrets Unfold, right?” Naomi blinked. “You remember the name?” “Hard to forget when it’s what you’re living.” Naomi picked up a glass and stared into it like it held some kind of answer. Secrets Unfold. Yes. That’s exactly what today felt like. A day where hidden feelings peeked through smiles, where silence told louder truths than words.

That image alone could fix all my problems. Or so I hoped. Because beneath it all, I knew the truth: this wasn’t about love. It was about survival. About burying secrets so deep no one — not Eva, not Damon, not Shefali — could ever dig them out.

The Big Hole Thalia She spent nearly 500 dollars just to get to Colorado, and she was sure someone had taken her family horde. She searched for nearly a week before she came across something startling. Her family horde...every bit of treasure and dollar had been moved into one massive plot with what remained of other families’ belongings. not stolen. But reburied. some else had to have survived. She couldn't find and clues though and waiting 2 days more did nothing but push her deeper into despair. She made a quick note, anyone worth contacting should understand the runes enough to figure it out.

Carissa pushed his hand away and walked over to me. "I can explain, Rose!" "Oh?" I snickered, though tears were already pooling in my eyes. "What are you going to tell me? That the husband you've been secretly married to for three years isn't him? Or that the child you carried for nine months and gave birth to isn't his?" Her silence was her confession, and in that instant, the truth laid itself bare. No wonder she had never introduced us. No wonder there was always that unreadable emotion in her eyes whenever I brought up her husband.

He forced me to my knees once --to submit, to surrender- but this time, he will be the one kneeling. He will feel every ounce of my wrath. And when I'm done, he will beg to be mine. Yet, there's something I can't escape. A truth I've buried so deep even I refuse to face it. Because love isn't just about winning-it's about losing too. No matter how much I try to hate him, my love persists, my heart beats alive whenever he's close. And I don't know if I'll be able to hold on to my hate or the secret I am hiding for much long.

My feelings for this woman right here, will never change. "You look so beautiful and radiant" I compliment, causing her to blush. "Thank you" "Are you back for good?" I question, hoping she's not going to leave again. "Yes, I am" I kiss her again, deeper this time, relishing in the oh-so-familiar taste of my wife's mouth. It feel like fucking ages since I kissed her, and I can't wait to make love to her, and when I start, I won't stop. "No hidden secrets?" She asks, referring to our lives five years ago "No hidden secrets" THE END.