Books Similar To The Secret の小説・ストーリー

He took a gander at Robert and inquired, "Do you really want me to give a point by point clarification about the other two understudies?" Robert gestured. "Simply sit back and relax. Selina is an accomplished official. She knows what to say and what not to say." Luke gestured. "Aside from George Joshua, her authority sweetheart, Michelle was additionally near Boris P**e and Lorde Terry, the two individuals from the football club. Goodness, Boris is a hostile gatekeeper while Lorde is a quarterback." Selina clicked her tongue and said, "This Michelle… sure has wide inclinations." Luke was delivered dumbfounded.

Her serious eyes and her aura seemed familiar to her. “Ms. Trisha.” She was brought back to reality when Alice's secretary called her. “A-Ah sorry, sorry! This way, My brother is waiting inside, I mean Sir Travis.” She stuttered, 'Gosh, what's happening to you, Trish? It's embarrassing in front of Ma'am Alice,' she thought to herself. Alice secretly smiled at her friend's reaction. She hadn't changed at all. Although her appearance has changed, her behavior has not changed. She is still her best friend.

She was far from home and she was in unknown territory. Finding what he was looking for, he tilted the book with the title on its spine, To Kill A Mockingbird. A resounding click was heard, and the bookshelves parted into two like the Red Sea to reveal the titanium door with a security pad on the side. Phil punched in the codes in haste, and before you know it, they were inside the secret room.

Hence, once he turned around, they might not feel so awkward. Unfortunately, there were no magazines around here. She found only hard-to-read books that she had never thought to read on her own...Politics...Economics...Classic literature. However, one book caught her eyes. Celine chose the literature that she remembered was adapted into a movie. At least she knows some plot and could have a decent conversation if he asks anything about it. She sat and read the book. Then she saw a phrase written in pitch-black ink on the front page of Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray.

Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library. Every book in the library was about the blood moon beast. Despite the alikeness of all the books, there was a particular one that caught Taz's attention. It was a grey book with ancient inscriptions. He pulled it out, dusted it and hid it inside his garment and hurried out of the hidden room. Unknown to Taz, as he walked out of the room through the secret door and out of the library, the secret room disappeared and there was no secret library there anymore.

One of the bookshelves was sawed out, turning it into something of a secret compartment. Where is the best place to hide a book? A library, of course. But it was more than just a book—a thin booklet barely finger-wide and with a red binding, a color that she found creepily similar to dried blood. Fine. She didn’t actually think it was dried blood. Back then, she was only interested in the book’s contents—gates and portals to other worlds, other lives, other countries... If she had no other way to travel, that was how she would do it. Books also helped to forget things...and herself.

Lily: "James, I have to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore." James: "What's wrong, Lily? You're scaring me." Lily: "I know we agreed to keep our feelings hidden, but I can't do it anymore. I have feelings for you, James. Strong feelings." James: "Lily, I've been feeling the same way. I just didn't want to complicate things with Sarah." Lily: "I know, and that's why we have to keep this a secret. But I can't keep pretending that nothing has changed between us."

I reached out and delicately retrieved it from the shelf, cradling it in my hands. A surge of anticipation coursed through my veins as I opened the book, its pages pristine and unmarred. The words within held the promise of hidden truths, a key to unlock the enigma that had consumed my thoughts. I read the title embossed in elegant lettering: "Tears of the Moon: Secrets Untold." My heart raced with excitement as I turned to the first page. The words danced before my eyes, weaving a narrative of forbidden knowledge and clandestine affairs. It spoke of a world beyond the ordinary, a realm where ancient forces converged and hidden battles waged under the pale light of the moon.

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

As soon as he was out of sight and I heard the door closing, I glanced around the living room, hoping to find a book. Something to kill time because I don't want to resort to TV. I don't feel like watching anything right now. I sighed when I only saw a pile of business magazines on the coffee table and an encyclopedia on the shelves. I went to the section of the encyclopedias, knowing it was my last resort in killing time. I don't feel like reading business magazines. As I slid my fingers on the volumes of books to find something interesting to read, a different book was mixed with them. It was not an encyclopedia. And from its title—SECRETS OF TIME, it was a different book looking to be an