A Miserable Little Pile Of Secrets Novels & Stories

"About what happened that day close to the river. About the mark and whatnot. Keep your damned mouth shut." Woah. Woah. I narrowed my eyes at him, letting a slow, bitter smile pull at my lips. "Bit late to have shame, don't you think, Alpha?" Kael’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t a joke.” "And I am not laughing," I told him, cocking my head to the side. "But you know what's funny? You didn't seem so worried about secrecy when you were sinking your pretty teeth into me." Kael’s nostrils flared. “That was a mistake.”

She believed in the currency of bought secrets. She did not know, yet, that secrecy was a fragile thing; it relied upon too many hands that could slip, or be forced open. She did not yet understand that the gears of her bright, controlled world were turning in places she could not see. At the end of the evening, when her guests had left and the party drained its last, neat glass into the sink, Lila stood alone in the living room amid the echo of her own laughter. Her phone’s screen was a small, dark pool; she tapped it and then read the message again. You destroyed one file. Not all.

Chapter 105 UNEARTHING THE TRUTH ELENA, The folder lay on my kitchen table, its plain manila cover deceptively innocuous. But I knew, the moment my eyes landed on it, that it wasn’t just a folder. It was a Pandora’s box, filled with secrets meant to bury me. I didn’t want to touch it. Didn’t want to know what was inside. Yet my hands moved without my permission, reaching out, fingers trembling as I peeled back the cover.

All those explanations. Protection. Safety. Family. They had used beautiful words to disguise ugly decisions. Lucien looked at the ledger. “The first ledger contains the history.” Zara tightened her grip around it. “And the second?” “The second contains the names.” “And the third secret?” Lucien’s expression darkened. “The third secret is not in a book.” “Then where is it?” He looked at her. “In a person.” Zara’s pulse quickened. “Who?” Lucien smiled. “You.”

Elijah Secrets. We all had ugly, dark, and vile skeletons in our past. Mine were horrific and any psychiatrist would say telling of the life I led. For a woman like Reneigh, what secrets could be so toxic that she'd almost gone into a panic attack? I'd heard the glitch in her voice the moment I'd produced the blindfold. She'd pushed hard against my command, yet I'd been unyielding. I was such a fucking asshole.

I am never nice. You don't have to hide it from me. I know you aren't, but you are messing with the wrong person. I will show everyone the monster you are. He lets out a condescending laugh. Oh, Cinderella, you never seem to stop amusing me. And who's going to believe you, huh? They are going to say you are drunk, nothing else. The sound of a camera taking a picture pulls his threat to a stop. He lets go of my throat. I crouch down, taking in a deep breath, my heart pounding.

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Still trapped in this mess. The pack… this pack had so many secrets. Too many, each one more rotten than the last. And the more you listened, the more you realized that the things you thought were the biggest secrets were just the beginning—just the crumbs scattered on the surface. You dig deeper, and you find out those crumbs? They lead to a trail of blood and betrayal and things that would leave you scarred for life, nightmares that stick to you. This moment right now—it wasn’t even the deepest secret of the pack, I could feel it in my bones. And yet, it felt like the most shocking thing I’d ever heard in my short, miserable life.

He instructed. I pulled out the white thick folder and opened it. “What is this?” I asked. “List of our accomplishments.” He proudly said. I stayed quiet while reading the portfolio of their missions. I could feel my heartbeat racing in every turn of pages. What the actual fuck?! I lost time just by reading. Some of the reports were heartbreaking and I had to take a moment before continuing again. "We are here." Grandmaster said. I looked outside and saw an old gate. "I'll just open the gate." He said and removed his seat belt.

I was thinking about my mother. And what she had been trying to hide. I ran both hands through my hair, tugging at the strands as I paced across the room. 'Why?' I muttered. I kicked the small stool beside my bed. It scraped loudly against the floor. I didn't care. I pulled the letters from beneath my cloak and stared at them. All those letters. All those words. All those years of secrets. And not one answer. I threw them onto the floor. 'Just when I thought I'd finally found something...'