Burning Secret By Saviorkitty Novels & Stories

Boring, paranoid, and dead — a triple threat. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling there was something important buried in those pages. She bit her lip, reconsidering the idea of baking the apple strudel she’d gone to the village for. Maybe I will do one more page, she thought, firing up a program to decrypt the notes. That’s when she found it.

Emily said later. "This is part of our agreement, Emily. Your secret will always be safe with me as long as you are mine. That means no one is allowed to approach you because you are mine. I don't care who that man is," Liam answered later and of course Emily couldn't. answer it. Liam always brings her secret work with her. She becomes unable to speak anymore if Liam brings up her work every time. On the other hand, at this time Raphael gaped at that. 200 pages in two days?

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

Like he knew what I meant. He looked at me with disgust. “Get out.” His back turned to me, voice final. “Yes, sir.” I bolted, my heart pounding like I’d just escaped a lion’s den. --- That evening, I met up with Cassie. I needed a break from all of it—the office, Mr Blackwood, the suffocating weight of secrets. “Are you really sure it’s him?” Cassie asked between bites of cupcake. “I’m sure,” I said. My voice was steady, but my hands weren’t. “I saw him with my own eyes that night.”

Mr Richard disclosed as he peered into the flipping pages of his large textbook. I smacked my forehead, feeling sad, bored, angry, tired all at once. When I slipped my hands off my face, I saw Derek's green eyes staring at me. I smelled his musky lavender scent. It filled my nostrils and it seemed like it was pulling me closer to him. I just recalled that I haven't rejected him. As long as we haven't Rejected each other, I'll always be craving his scent. I shook my head and averted my gaze away from him, using my fingers to scribble on my desk.

Maybe I should start paying closer attention. Because if there was one thing I had learned in this pack… It was that secrets always came out eventually. And when they did— Everything burned. And I planned to be the one holding the fire.

“Ben we can’t. They’re right there swimming but yeah. I’m soaked. My pussy keeps clenching thinking about your cock. This is so fucked up with the secret I’m holding.” The pregnancy weight pressed on me hard, mixing with the lust making my breath come faster. I wanted him so bad it hurt but the guilt from reassuring Olivia twisted in my chest. He leaned closer his breath hot on my ear while his hand slipped under the edge of my bikini bottom teasing the slick skin there. “What secret are you hiding, baby? Tell me while I feel how bad you need it. They’re busy racing. Won’t notice if we slip into the pool house for a minute. I need to be inside you Sophia. Feel that cunt squeezing me.”

Every time I close my eyes I see his beautiful blue eyes filled with betrayal, every time I feel a stake piercing through my heart. I’m sorry Deagan. I love you, I always will. Please understand why I had to do this. ” If he thought the book would ease his mind, he was wrong, it only served to confuse him further. Heaving a long sigh at the strange feeling in his chest, he ran his fingers over the dry tear stains that marred the page and smudged the ink. After a moment of contemplation, Deagan picked up the phone. “Deagan Lockheart, what a pleasant surprise!” Mikhail Lazarev answered in his usual sarcastic tone.

“I purposely urged you. I was wondering if you could tell me such a big secret. And if you tell me, I’ll also tell you who I really am.” “You suck.” Elora tapped her cigarette against the ashtray. She looked up when she saw the reflection of the moon on the glass table's surface. And when Elora’s eyes met the celestial thing that was now shining perfectly in silver and white, Elora felt a heavy impact. A rush of energy surged into her body. The cigarette slipped from Elora’s hand, and her chair tumbled back with her. *

I go into the panic room and shut the door. I hear the office door open, and the three men begin to go through the office. "Where is she?" Mr. David calls out in anger. I am not sure I can trust him, either. I open the floor of the panic room, revealing the safe. I put the key into the safe and open it. I reach in and pull out a bag of money, a new ID for me, and a credit card. I have a feeling I might be on the run for a while.