Books Similar To The Secret の小説・ストーリー

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.

She had a mental breakdown and roared like something that was between human and animal. Gilbert and I left the hall. "That's the revenge done. Now, tell me about Gillian."

The triangles he found contained dots, circles, even more triangles, but nothing that matched. Minutes later, Mike called Tink over to the shelf in between a pair of windows. Near the top of the shelves was an identical triangle carved into the wood. The books on the shelf were in disarray - clearly more than one was missing, and it was obvious that several of them had been casually placed. "Now what?" Tink asked, handing Mike the book. She was too short to reach the top shelf without her ladder. "If video games have taught me anything, I know exactly what to do." Mike shoved several books to the side, inspecting the back of the little red book to be certain. The triangles were identical, an

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.

If I was going to think about something, it needed to be far from their piercing eyes. I walked over to the bookshelf, my fingers gliding along the spines, looking for anything to distract me. But then, a flashy cover caught my eye. A pear surrounded by three bananas. The title was suggestive, and just reading the blurb was enough to get it: reverse harem. A new subgenre that was gaining popularity. I swallowed hard. Was the universe mocking me? On impulse, I grabbed the book and hid it behind a few others on the shelf. I’d come back for it later, alone, and take it to my room. To cover my tracks, I picked up a random poetry book.