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He then twists his ankle after tripping on a broken floorboard. “You can never go back…” Van freezes on his spot, eyes scanning the vicinity to locate the source of the demonic voice. “Don’t play tricks on me,” he shouted. Bullies in school always do this to him, and he learned to play dirty after someone attempted to throw him in the locker… School… Bullies… Yes! How he could forget it? He and his friends attend this school where you can find a restricted hallway… “The door,” Van said as one by one memories starts to come back, “there is a door somewhere here that will take you to a secret world.”

secrets. "

“We’re closed, but we have some fixin’s in the kitchen. Can you keep Andy busy for me? I’ll make you a plate.” “A-Andy?” I look at the blonde-haired little boy. “I didn’t know you had children.” “It’s him! I fucking knew it!” Saint says triumphantly. “I was right.” “Right about what, Saint?” “It’s HIM. It’s the Wraith.” “What the fuck are you talking about? It’s a baby. Not a monster.”

He nodded to me and went to Saint's door. She knocked a few times and spoke. "Saint, breakfast is ready, get up." He went in my direction and I was surprised when he suddenly grabbed my arm tightly and came close to my ear to whisper. "I know you know something, if I were you should stop now. You don't know me that much, Reian." How did he know? "Reian?" I immediately looked at Saint when he suddenly spoke. He was already standing in front of me holding the gun that I was supposed to be holding...

He gets up then, edging dangerously towards me, his icy grey eyes staring straight into mine like he can see through me, like he knows every one of my deeply buried secrets. "Saint…" I begin, but stop when I realize I have nothing to say. My tongue has curled in on itself, and I don't trust my abilities to think straight right now. I stop moving when my back hits the door, trapping me on the spot. Saint towers over me easily, the casualness gone from his face, leaving in its wake an expression as still as ice that it makes me shudder. “Saint…”

My heart stopped. “Watch where you’re going,” the all-too-familiar voice of Sabrina sneered. Before I could react, she had grabbed my jacket, pulling me close, her eyes narrowing. “There's no need to hide it,” she whispered, her voice dripping with malicious glee. “I know all about your little secret.” Panic gripped me. “Please, Sabrina,” I begged, my voice trembling. “You can’t tell anyone.” A cruel smile spread across her face. “Oh, I won’t. But it’ll cost you. From now on, you’re my little servant. My errand girl. Do as I say, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t spill your precious secret.”

Even you, oh Princess, In your cold room, Watch the stars, That tremble with love And with hope. But my secret is hidden within me, My name no one shall know, No... no... On your mouth, I will tell it, When the light shines. And my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine! (No one will know his name and we must, alas, die.) Vanish, o night! Set, stars! Set, stars! At dawn, I will win! I will win! I will win! It was a beautiful piece, and for a while, Rebecca got lost in the song until William cleared his throat.

Adrian Pov The city is a blur of light and color as I drive, the Moscow traffic a slow, grinding beast. My phone buzzes with a new message, and I know without looking that it’s Leo. He’s been my rock, my confessor, the only one who knows the truth of my secret life. I pull over to a secluded park, the cold, winter air a sharp contrast to the fire raging inside me. I’m a man on the edge, a man who has made a deal with the devil. A deal I have no intention of honoring.

This is a serious matter. “Tell them it's just a new policy that's been implemented. Find a way for them not to suspect a sudden change.” “Okay, Sir, I'll take care of it.” I nodded. “Santos, this secret is only ours. They can't know. Understand?” “Yes, don't worry, Sir, no one else will know.” “Good. Can you remove that bird? We can't call another cleaner. Throw it away, but be careful that no one sees that. And another thing, check the CCTV footage.”

he mumbled. “Yeah, that’s what everyone else said when it happened,” she stated solemnly. “I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about this.” “It’s all right. It’s not a secret, and I don’t hide it. It’s something I have lived with since I was twenty. My mother came home early from church one Sunday. According to one of the ushers, she wasn’t feeling well and had decided to go home. When she got there, she found my father in their bed with another woman. An argument ensued, and my mother slapped my father in the face. He lost his temper when she did that and hit her back. He hit her so hard that she went flying down the stairs. Her neck broke.”