Book Review The Secret History Romane & Geschichten

She glanced down, silently noting that the book in my hands was upside down. I blushed, having not noticed myself, and put the book on the table. I had borrowed it from Leila in an attempt to distract myself from thoughts of escaping. But truth be told, I wasn’t much interested in books, especially not this thick tome on the royal history of Hescor. The only books that had ever captured my interest were the forbidden romance stories I used to find under her nanny’s pillow, filled with dirty language and obscenity. My nanny thought she had hidden them well, but Evelyn had easily discovered them, devouring them in secret whenever I could.

Leonard must have figured me out by now. He knew I was the type who acted shy on the outside but had secret desires underneath. After a few moments of teasing, he pulled me into another round, and we kept going until we were both completely worn out. When I was ready to leave, he insisted that I did not put my underwear back on. He said he wanted to keep it as a souvenir. I did not want to, but I could not argue with him, so I just did what he said. My stockings were already torn, so I could not wear those either. I took them off and went home wearing only my skirt.

The room was dusty, cluttered with boxes and furniture, and the detritus of a lifetime. In the corner, on a wooden trunk, sat a stack of leather-bound books. She opened the first one. January 15, 1985. I met a woman today. Her name is Margaret. She's beautiful, intelligent, and completely unafraid of me. I think I'm in love. Isabella read on through the courtship, the marriage, and the birth of her mother. Through Alexander's rise to power, his crimes, and his regrets. Through the years of secrets and lies and the slow destruction of his own soul.

She followed Willow around the corner and into an aisle labeled Biographical Histories. Willow stopped in front of the third shelf and ran her puffy hands along the spines, finally pulling out a book and handing it to Clara: Historic Crimes in Hiestora. When Clara pried it open, the book issued a hissing sound and she noticed it suddenly felt lighter in her hands. Cracking open the dusty tome, Clara noticed pictures that were moving as if the history was playing out once again inside these pages. Below the pictures were written texts of the events.

With careful fingers, she lifted the book and pulled it down, the heavy weight of history pressing against her hands. As she flipped through the pages, her heart quickened. Documents, letters, and meticulously detailed accounts sprawled across the pages. She recognized names—some familiar, some obscure—but the implications were staggering. The Romano family had always been meticulous, but the depth of the secrets she uncovered went far beyond what she had imagined.

As we moved deeper into the mansion, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was stepping into something far more complicated than I’d expected. Something about this place, about Richard, about everything, felt heavy with secrets and expectations. And yet, I followed him. MAX POV I walked through the supermarket aisles, scanning the neatly arranged shelves until I found what I was looking for…a fruit bouquet. The bright colors of the fruits, expertly cut into flower shapes, made it look more like a gift than something edible. It was perfect. Mr. Johnson wouldn’t suspect a thing. I smirked as I picked it up, the weight of the bouquet firm in my hand. This little gift was more than just a token of

Determination and confusion surged through Dez. "After you were turned, did you ever wonder why we are always alone? Why so few of us are allowed to seek out our true mates." He half smiled. Viktor had turned hundreds but Dezmond was his favorite child. "No, this life was always better than the one I left behind. I never wanted a mate." Dez rarely brought up his previous life, it was so painful. Searching for a true mate was strictly forbidden. I was turned after the wars. It is not clear what all happened and how that ties into searching for mates. The history is kept secret.

Gina said with her mouth full. Selena looked at her with a confused face. "Have you been reading more of those books?" She was referring to the books on Gina's desk that had weird titles like "How to properly unlock the door without the key." , "Speak like a smarty pants!" , "Who are you? I am the ugly world?" , "Books for people who are cops." And other titles. Selena didn't even want to think of how silly the contents were. Who on earth even wrote those books and where did Gina even get them?

My life was complete and I was happy. The end of book 1, please proceed to book 2 (His Tainted Wife)