A Tale Of The Secret Saint Novels & Stories

“I don’t care if that’s your problem or not what I do care is my shares, the shares your family robbed, I want them back.” “I don’t care about that!” “You have until tomorrow to make a decision, maybe a deal can be struck. Think it over. See you tomorrow, if your answer hasn’t arrived before the meeting, everyone will know about your little secret. Think it over.” Mr. Brown said and then, he walked up to the door. Stefan was alone. Stefan was lost. What to do? What to do when he got lost just because of a damn signature? Stefan got back to his reality again. He was lost in that path, no one could know about his secret, he had to find a way to keep it in the darkness. In one gulp he finished

Vince asks as Lester gives him a cheeky grin. “Something my assistant is going to help me with” Lester smiles. “This is top secret; you can’t even tell Tiffany what we are about to do” he adds, opening the envelope and pulling out the piece of paper inside to reveal its contents. Vince’s eyes grow wide when he reads what was on the paper. “What do you need me to do?” he asks, smiling he gets to help Lester with revealing the sex of the baby.

"And with time, you'll realize it, but... it will be too late. And you know why? Because what your husband is hiding, besides being... is too dangerous." Katia entered her room and threw her small bag on the bed. She ran her hands over her face, sighed, and sat on the edge of the bed. Ever since the police inspector had told her that, she couldn't stop thinking about it. What did he mean? What secret was Stefan hiding that the police wanted to catch him for? She put her fingers to her temples and began to circle them to get those silly ideas out of her head. She ruffled her hair, not understanding herself.

Julian scanned the headline. “VanderMere Legacy Tainted by Fraud, Murder, and Lies: Whistleblower Exposes Billionaire Corruption” The image beneath it showed Harold, arm-in-arm with Dominic Crane at a gala. The story was detailed. Ruthless. Unfiltered. Clarissa gave a grim smile. “You lit the match, alright. Now watch it burn.” — They reached a safehouse an hour later—a vacant daycare with blocked windows and a dusty playroom that had become a command center.

My father was too beside himself with grief to even want to look at her, anyway, and as for my grandmother… Well, I think my grandmother knew, deep down, what had really happened. But she never asked, and I never told her. The truth was, people talked. They whispered that I was a fool, that I had a one-night stand with some random woman and got stuck with a kid. But I didn’t care. I let them believe it, because that was the only way to keep Lucas safe. Only Liam knew the truth, and he had made an oath to keep the secret.

My silence was its own kind of weapon. "A convenient story," Julian continued, his eyes never leaving mine. "He's very good at convenient stories. But the truth is, he didn't save you. He stole you. You weren't a victim, Shay. You were a prodigy. My prodigy. My right hand, destined to be my partner in the shadows. He saw your potential, and he stole it. He stole you and then he erased your memories. Everything you think you are, everything you think you know... it's all a lie he built for you."

Sebastian thought. "He can't, because he's going to be my personal doctor." Sebastian said, placing his own file on the table. Dante was dumbstruck. It's actually happening. What he thought was impossible is happening right now. The two biggest men in Saint Hok and the whole country is asking him to be their personal doctor. Dante found it unbelievable.

And I was not disappointed, in a flash, he came to save me. All the lights went out all over Manila along with his strong presence behind us. When I looked at it, Saint was there, wearing no top and carrying his sword which was now on fire again. Even his eyes were on fire with anger when our eyes met. "Help me, Saint," I said softly. At the same time, my tears flowed again. And it seems to be one of the signals for Saint to scramble the greed soul. But the greed soul was smart, he immediately let go of me which caused me to quickly fall. However, I saw how Saint slash the body of the greed soul before jumping after me.

I wasn’t ready to feel it. I had curled up on the sofa in the reading room — the one Saint had claimed as his pirate ship the week before — a blanket around my shoulders, and nothing but the low rumble of thunder for company. Until a soft voice broke the silence. “May?” I startled. Saint stood at the doorway in his pajamas, his feet bare, clutching a worn plush tiger to his chest. His curls were messy, his eyes still heavy with sleep. “I had a bad dream,” he wrote in his notepad. “And then I heard you.”

“It’s not like we can hide the fact that Saint’s wrist is sprained from HIS own parents... what happens if they video call him to check up on our so called ‘vacation’ that we went for.” “We’re going to be in so much trouble,” Saint said. . TBC