Books With Secret In The Title นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And then, at the very bottom of the box, we got to my diary. The one that I had hidden in a secret compartment in the dresser that I thought my mother knew nothing about. The one that I had written in about the bullying and abuse that I suffered. The one that I had confided some of my darkest and deepest insecurities. Ashley saw my face and frowned. “Jenna?” “It’s my … my … my d-d-d-d-iary,” I whispered. “It’s here. Which means she found it. Which means… she read it.”

I know my mother won't hide it in obvious places like closets, drawers, and such so might as well read this unknown book for this might give me a lot of information more than those holograms and other technologies can give me. Yes, it really is an unknown book for it doesn't have any title written in it. Is it because of how old it is that made the title written in it vanish or was it really made that way? Oh well, that's not my concern anymore, I just want to read this for my guts are telling me to do so.

“Do you have no fear? What is wrong with you, you don’t just go opening random doors in secret dirty tunnels.” “Aren’t you just a little bit curious what’s behind the door?” “F**k no!” “Why would Reign and Quintin have a secret tunnel?” “I don’t know why don’t we go find them and ask them?” I roll my eyes and turn the handle. It opens to a dirty dungeon, similar to the one from my dreams. I hear a chain rattle but I can’t see anything it’s so dark. “Think of the sun,” Nina tells me. “Why?”

But I tore my attention away and checked the next on the pile. Primogentius; The creation, was slightly thicker with a picture of what I assumed was the original Primogentius and again I found myself eager to open the book and start reading. Primogentius; Requirements of a secret city apparently detailed all of the work that was required to keep the city running, the thick book was a lot less enticing, but I expected that it would answer a lot of my questions.

I thought I could protect myself, but could I really? And did I deserve to be protected? If anything, I would follow him to keep my own thoughts at bay. Steeling myself, I followed him through the secret door. The secret room behind it was full of books. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting – we were in a library, after all – but it wasn’t this: a large table in the centre, overflowing with open books, their spines long since cracked; corkboards on the walls, torn pages of books pinned to them; glossy green houseplants reaching up towards the flickering light.

Silver asked. "Yes," Lance replied, "It's the last edition of the book and there's only this. He knew." He said. I waited for more, "There are four books by this author, Johnson Bidan. Each book held a secret." "A secret revealing the mysterious world." Silver replied. "Yes, I have heard about it too." Elizabeth said. "Yes! Yes! Kids. Four editions. Each book is secured by four powers. Alpha, Vampire, Fairy, and Shadow hunter," Lance completed.

On the odd chance he ran across it, he figured having the key on him was a good idea, even if he had no idea what to do with it. "Aha!" Tink fumbled with one of the coats, revealing a small, bright red book that had been tucked into one of its sleeves. Holding it up triumphantly, she shoved her way out of the closet mess and into the front living room. "Tink find it! We go to library!" "Great job Tink!" Mike followed her into the living room. "Now what?" "Shh!" Tink held a finger to her lips, her eyes closed in concentration. "Tink try and remember!" The little goblin stood this way, the book held tightly in her hands, her lips moving silently.

"She didn't think anyone was in here." I lick my lips, feeling oddly drawn to the book. "What is it?" "Something really rare," Alice says. "There are only a few like it in the world. It's called, 'The Secret History of Magic.' It tells the real story of magic. It helps you to understand that there are many ways to look at everything." "Okay," I say. It's starting to feel like I'm stuck in Alice's fantasy. Next thing I know she'll be telling me she knows how to fly.

“I’ve worked for you long enough to read the pauses.” Naomi smirked. “Maybe you should be the one making the closing arguments.” Sandra tilted her head with a knowing grin. “Isn’t that what you’re already doing? Piece by piece… Secrets Unfold, right?” Naomi blinked. “You remember the name?” “Hard to forget when it’s what you’re living.” Naomi picked up a glass and stared into it like it held some kind of answer. Secrets Unfold. Yes. That’s exactly what today felt like. A day where hidden feelings peeked through smiles, where silence told louder truths than words.