A Miserable Little Pile Of Secrets Novels & Stories

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.”

She pushed the thoughts away, burying them under the weight of the investigation and the Thorne's blue lubricant. In this house, secrets were the only currency that mattered. And Lila realized, with a sinking heart, that she might be carrying the biggest secret of all. She walked back into the bedroom and climbed under the covers, curling into a ball as she listened to the muffled sounds of the city. She was alone in the East Wing, surrounded by the ghosts of two families, waiting for the next blow to fall.

Every word landed like a stone in still water, rippling outward into territories I didn't want to examine. "Dallas might be head over heels," Hazel continued, "might look at you and see someone worth crying over. But I don't. I see a man with secrets and blood on his clothes and a family that reeks of something rotten." She paused, letting it sink in. "She's my best friend. She's all I have. And you're going to destroy her without even meaning to." The bathroom faucet shut off. We both heard it, the sudden silence pressing down like a hand.

Michael raised an eyebrow like he was putting pieces together. Lorraine took a slow sip of wine, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t worry… your little secret is safe with me. For now. But family secrets this big? They have a way of coming out whether you want them to or not.” The silence that followed was suffocating. Maya was still in the bathroom getting sick, and I sat there wondering how much longer we could keep this house of cards from completely collapsing.

Deagan laughed, wiping the slobber off his face. “Misterio… Mist, for short.” Deagan eyed her strangely. “That’s very different, any reason?” Hazel asked and Aria smiled at the grey-eyed cuteness. “Misterios means Secrets in Spanish.” Deagan caught on easily while others remained in the dark, no one asked her to elaborate. “Well then Mist, come meet your uncle Aycin.” Aycin held his hands out and so he made his way down the table, receiving rubs and kisses. “Little attention lover, isn’t he?” Aria laughed at Deagan’s words.

He was already headed to the prison cells. I met him there and he smiled at me, "Good night?" he asked wiggling his eyebrows, "But seriously.....fuck up again and I will be pissed." he stated stone-faced. "I won't. I am seriously making up for lost time. Now to find out what these asshats want with our girl." I said and we walked down the stairs. I could smell the rogues before I saw them. Rogues had a certain smell to them and they smelled like the earth and mushrooms. I need to ask the Goddess when I die why mushrooms...out of everything why mushrooms?!?!

He said referring to June. " That's right...you have to come on strong like that." I chuckled. " That has to be...no, so that's the secrets you have," I showed him the files I had. " It will be fun peeling them off one by one." He collected the paper from my hand and tore it piece by piece,throwing it up,Then walks away. " Matters regarding Jade's father, I'll think about that slowly." I said before he stepped out. _____________

The happiest day of my life as your little footsteps ran across the house, every day just to wake up with the morning raises hitting my face your mom opening the curtains, The you jumping out of nowhere top of me. Even as a kid you were the trouble maker one as always. I dont know why but I can feel the tears falling down my eyes one after the other as I write this now. I think by this time you have received my letter you have also found the secret of my basement I kept that away from everyone. From you and from your mother the deep dark secret of it. I didnt want to share my deep dark secret of mine the things I have done, but the guilt kept on taking over me. I just felt so suffocated that

He then says something again, but it’s indecipherable. He coughs lightly and says something once more, that this time leaves us all confused, and me worried. “Deadly Secrets Of The CEO.” Jimmy’s voice comes out clear as he smiles while sleeping.

She scrunched her nose in distaste at my words, leaning down dangerously close to me, “I know your secret, Lilliana.” My heart physically stopped beating in my chest, and as much as I tried to play it cool, the damn organ betrayed me. “I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.” I forced the words out even though it felt as if I swallowed an entire bag of sand. I wanted to cough. To choke on my words. A feeling of nausea rolled in my stomach making it hard to take even the smallest of breaths. Her lips curled into a sinister smile, “Make sure you let him down hard. Tear him down so I can pick up all of those messy little pieces you leave behind. The more broken, the better.”