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Chapter 4: Jealous Games Alex POV Max’s text sat on my phone like a live grenade for the entire weekend. Every time the screen lit up with a notification, my stomach lurched, expecting another message from him. “I know your secret. Tell them or I will.” The words burned behind my eyes even when the phone was face-down on my nightstand. I didn’t tell Kai right away—I couldn’t bear to see that flash of violence in his eyes again—but by Sunday night, the weight of it was crushing me.

I truly wished she wouldn't do anything else. She was so close to my private parts that I could clearly feel her breath brushing against my skin with every inhale. My body trembled without permission. Along with the shame, there was also a hidden pulse of excitement I couldn't deny. The moment I realized that, a wave of fear washed over me. What the hell was wrong with me? "Wait… why does this thing kinda look like Shawn's?"

I love you ~D~ Justin felt like he was suffocating as the words he had just read kept replaying in his mind. " Was Desmond right? Is Drake actually gay? Is this a dream?" Justin's said to him self as he kept staring at the paper in his hands. His pulse began raising as he found it hard to swallow. Guilt filled him up as he felt that he had trespassed into Drake's secret he wouldn't want anyone to know. As he stood there thinking he heard footsteps approaching the office which he recognized as Drake's.

I waste more time than I intended to at the bus stop which makes me arrive late at work. I walk briskly to my office, waving at everyone while sweating like I just finished a marathon. I don't know how it happens but I know that my bag falls off my shoulder and before I can catch it the strips are out of the back. My heart bangs in my chest, my eyes flare, I look around, relief washes over me like balm when I don't see anyone, Except Betty standing opposite me. That shouldn't be a problem, I can beg her to keep my secret but how much can I trust her?

He says. I sigh and look back at the books, then see a smaller one tucked between two other ones. I pull it out. ‘The secret society.’ By Albert Windshion. I look up at Issac and he grabs the book from me. “I haven’t seen this one yet. But it might not be about the golden wolf.” He says, and I nod, but for some reason know that’s not the case. He opens the book and reads a few pages, then smiles. “I think this might be something.” He says and I smile. Gunner grunts, “We really need to find this guy.” I nod in agreement.

There was work that needed to be done. - Sarah's eyes opened. Lifting her head, she saw that she had fallen asleep in the library, the early light of day streaming through the skylight up above. Wiping a string of drool from her chin, she picked up the spellbook she had been studying, casually wiping away the stains she had left in it. Scratching at the newly healed skin of her belly, she walked over to the safe on the wall, curious to see if the deed had been done. The combination was only known to a select few in the Society, the treasure within beyond the mere concept of money.

I begin to look around hurriedly so that I can get the idea of it all, before she comes to her room. Walking around like an aimless dog, I begin to check different things until my eyes fall on something I didn't expect my eyes would be on. Getting my hands on the book, written at the back is, 'my secrets..' I know that kind of book could be a lie and also, it can contain some elements of truth. I opened up and what I set my eyes on almost got my leg trembling. 'What! she planned all this.' I almost couldn't believe my eyes, because the sight of the plan is so terrifying.

SUMMARY I have a secret. I’m in love with my best friend, but I’ve never told her. Sharing feelings is right up there with all-time terrible things. Instead of saying it, I show her how I feel every day. I watch Big Brother with her. We have scary movie night. I hold her hair when she’s puking. That’s love in my books. Only…she’s not been the same recently, and I don’t know how to fix it. I hope she knows I'd do anything for her.

“No one teaches shifts like that. Not my dad. Not even Cassian. Not the elders. You talk like you’ve seen it done a hundred times.” My pulse kicked. I forced a shrug. “I read a lot of old elemental books back where I came from. Forbidden ones, mostly. Travelers talk. You pick things up.” Her eyes narrowed. “What kind of books?” “The kind that get you kicked out of villages if you’re caught with them.” She studied me—long enough that sweat prickled between my shoulder blades. Then she huffed. “Fine. Keep your secrets, bookworm.” I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

No one builds a fortress like this without secrets to protect. I glance back at the door. Lucy is still outside, but the thought does little to calm my nerves. I return to the desk, running my hands along the edges in search of a hidden compartment. When nothing gives, I move to the bookshelves. My fingers trail over the spines, most of which are fake—decorative placeholders meant to impress rather than inform. I’m about to give up when one book catches my eye. Smaller than the others, it’s wedged awkwardly between two massive volumes.