Books With Secret Societies の小説・ストーリー

If Ethan ever finds me here, it's going to mark the beginning of the third world war. And my marriage? It will be on the brink of collapsing. Ethan won't trust me anymore. He will believe I'm having a secret affair with Paul, his cousin. From wanting to save my marriage to the point of getting kicked out and losing everything I ever worked for. I never prayed for a time like this. I may need more than just a miracle to scale through this phase.

The deeper she dug into old records and encrypted data, the clearer the picture became and the more terrifying it was. “They’re not just a criminal group, Lucian,” Izzy said seriously, her face lit by the blue glow of screens as she pulled up complicated maps and charts. “They’re older. Much older. They’ve been hiding for centuries. A secret society that operates in the shadows, all over the world. They control massive amounts of information, run the latest tech, and have their hands in everything from finance to science to government.” Lucian and Eva stared at the screen in stunned silence.

I don’t even know how long we stood there. Not talking. Just… breathing. For the first time that morning, I didn’t feel like I was being watched. Before Lunch – Same Day He found me again. Just before lunch. I was closing my locker, and there he was, already. He stole my books from my hands. I hadn’t even seen him coming. “You don’t have to—” I started. He raised one brow, like, Really? We’re doing this again? I shut up. We started walking. He didn’t say much. Didn’t need to. Just kept beside me, hands in his pockets now that I had the books.

In case my schoolmates saw me, I wore a cap and sunglasses to cover my face up. I drank and drank, while my tears wouldn't stop coming. A breeze kissed me gently, and I turned around. A boy was drowning out something with alcohol as well. He too was wearing a cap. The skies were dark, and the moon was covered. I couldn't see his face. He raised his bottle, and I gave him a toast. The alcohol worked its magic, so we slid our butts further and further away from our original spots. Eventually, we were side by side. Then we drained bottle after bottle of alcohol.

The secrets she had kept hidden, the lies she had spun, all came crashing down around us like a house of cards. It started with a whispered confession, as Sarah, tears streaming down her face, revealed the extent of her involvement with the clandestine organization known as the Syndicate. She had been coerced into joining their ranks, manipulated by promises of power and protection. But as her loyalty wavered, she realized the true nature of their agenda—a world built on corruption, greed, and the sacrifice of innocent lives.

It was a large hall and it was filled to the brim with books and paintings of different kinds. Chandeliers fit into the ceiling were the only sources of light in the whole room. I browsed the bookshelves, my eyes widening as I caught sight of a book about how to permanently trap a werewolf in their animal form. I’d barely put that one down before I noticed another that was about how to hunt and kill werewolves with abilities. “How come I’ve never heard about books like this?” I asked. “Are any of these even legal?” He chuckled lightly, “they’re called secrets for a reason Luna. And that’s why they are locked up in here.

He barely seemed to register the blows. Because in that moment, something far worse had already settled in. He knew. Not suspected. Not feared. Knew. The Council would move by dawn. The sealed notices. The frozen accounts. The broken alliance exposed in front of witnesses— there was no defense left to construct. No speeches left to give. By Blood Law, a Don who endangered the Family’s foundations—its money, its alliances, its name— did not get second chances. He would be summoned. Stripped of title.

And then ,she forced herself to inhale slowly. Ten years; Ten years had passed since the accident. Ten years since the secret that tied four lives together in ways none of them had ever imagined. They had all agreed to move on, to forget, to bury the past where it belonged. But Emma had never truly managed to bury it. Some nights she still woke up with her heart racing, convinced she could hear the dull thud again, the sound that had changed everything. She turned away from the window and walked back toward the kitchen counter. Her phone lay there beside a half-finished cup of tea. The screen suddenly lit up;

I read quietly as I look at the first shelf. I continue walking and see another section. “Philosophy.” Then I came across another one. “Pack Politics.” A few steps later, I see more labels. “Royal Bloodlines.” “Ancient Treaties.” “Sacred Laws.” Each section seems carefully organized, making the place feel even more mysterious and impressive. The farther I walk, the more unbelievable everything becomes. I still cannot understand what I am seeing. Who keeps a secret library hidden beneath their house? And more importantly… Why would they?