Novel & Cerita A Miserable Little Pile Of Secrets

“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.

He slides it over to me. I want to look I want to know, but I’m I ready for the dark secrets that stain his soul. With trembling hands I flip it open. Numbers and names, a list, I pick it up and that’s when the darkness swallows me. I clasp my mouth shut as photos scatter onto the desk. Photos of people, dead people. Photos of women being held hostage. I gasp for air as some of the names are crossed out with a red pen. “What is this?” I ask, fearing the answer. “Keep looking, all the answers is in there.” His voice a whisper of horror. I lift my gaze, the fear in his eyes replicates mine.

Mrs Scott rolled her eyes at June. "E-excuse me?" June stuttered confused by her words. "Look here," Mrs Scott said in a low voice leaning forward like she wanted to tell June a secret. "Don't play dumb. It's just me and you, you can drop the stupid act." June blinked twice, her lips parted as she tried to process what she just said, "I- I don't understand." Mrs. Scott's words left June bewildered, unsure of how to respond. She couldn't fathom why Mrs. Scott was accusing her of playing a trick, was she testing her, or worse she didn't like her?

My hands started shivering as I looked around. There was something going on in here, something I had no idea about; something cruel, something bad. “Aaaaaaaaaaaa! Anshuman, pleaseeee leave me!” another scarem made me shiver; Ansh? My Ansh? My Ansh was where these—these screams were coming from? Taking deep breaths, I forced my legs to move in the direction of the screams. They just got louder and louder. “What do you think, bastard? Can you steal from us? What you stole is worth millions, even selling your organs would not help!” Ansh’s voice. That was Anshuman’s voice.

It was truly terrible to conceive, how the minds of these wicked people worked. "Akas, the truth is revealed. So there is a problem with the face cream, uhm? that's why you won't eat it." Isabella said, cold cutting eyes in her eyes, and it chilled Ciara so that she wished the ground would open and take her. Surely that was a much better fate than the murder she saw in Isabella's eyes, "I-I don't know what you're talking about." "You don't know, hmm?" " I don't." "Okay. Now eat it," she said with deadly calm.

The morning buzzed like a caffeinated circus. Lola’s nerves tangoed with excitement, each step toward the glass doors promising unknowing imminent disaster. The first time I met Adrian Blackwood, I spilled iced coffee on his shoes. Not just any shoes. Leather shoes so polished they reflected my panic back at me. “Oh my God,” I blurted, already crouching. “I swear I’m not usually this clumsy. That was a lie. I am clumsy. But not like this. This is… advanced clumsiness.”

~MARLOWE~ Fuck all of it. The secrets, the half-answers, the ‘you don’t need to know’ handed to me like I should have thanked him for the privilege of being kept in the dark. Like ignorance was some kind of protection. The hell with that! Shoving my chair back hard enough it scraped across the floor, I grabbed my plate before I could second guess my actions, and dumped the spaghetti on it into the trash. I watched noodles and sauce land in a messy heap in the trash bag. I hadn’t been hungry when I’d made the damn stuff, and I sure as shit wasn’t hungry now.

In that instant, it felt as if all the blood drained from my body. Why? Why would she do this? She was my mother. Why would she treat me like this? I stumbled backward, barely able to keep my balance. My back bumped into the desk behind me, and a box slid off the bookshelf and crashed to the floor. The lid popped open. Inside were old photos from my childhood. I bent down and picked one up. They were pictures of me as a kid. But underneath them, I noticed something else. My mother's diary. I opened it.

POSEIDON POV SECRETS. Once the secret is known by more than two people, it is no longer a secret. It becomes a scandal, spiraling out of control and paving way for judgments and accusations. I hated secrets, and despite having one of my own, I still hated them regardless. Secrets always ruined the little goodness in things; causing continuous trouble. That's what they do. A secret. I always thought of it as a blemish on a clean canvas. Even now, with anger gripping my throat so tight that I had to choke it down with gallons of calming breaths, with my gaze fixed blankly at the door, I knew we were here because of one thing and one thing only.

I took the paper and started reading it aloud: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "My beautiful, I know we haven't seen each other for a long time. Hope you're okay. Things did not allow me to be with you earlier, but soon I will. When that happens, we'll go back to picnicking in our secret place like we did every Friday morning." Till then take care of yourself, I love you Your biggest admirer" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I finished reading, I looked David straight in the eyes. He was right! It was my father who trespassed on our territory and left this message. This was our communication code