Can You Keep A Secret Novels & Stories

“And if you’re smart…” “You’ll keep our little secret.”

I don’t want to dwell too deeply into the meaning of those words. “And the more people know about a secret, the less secret it becomes and the more likely it is to leak out,” he adds as if he’s forced to recite a terrible poem. I shake my head slightly in agreement. He’s right … the only way to keep a secret secret is not to tell anyone. So no telling. The fresh peachy fruit flavor of my shampoo wafts into my nose. I take a deep breath. And exhale — steadying myself, and pushing some wet curls from my face.

“Wait, you’re saying...?” I nodded, my voice tight. “Yes. I need you to keep this a secret. I’m still trying to figure things out.” Daphne’s initial shock gave way to concern. “Katrina, this is huge. I don’t even know what to say.” “I know,” I said, feeling the weight of the secret press down on me. “Just... don’t tell anyone. I need to work through this.” Daphne nodded, her expression sympathetic. “Alright. I won’t say a word. But be careful. This is bigger than you think.”

“As I said, I am a private man. Few people meet me in person. You are, as a matter of fact, one of only four people who have ever been past those doors, Marcus whom you met; my housekeeper, Rebecca; and Rocco, the second-in-command of my business affairs. And now you. I am not ready to reveal myself to you, for my own privacy and sense of security. And also…” He trailed off, as if considering carefully his next words. “Also…I am keeping a secret from you Freya. A very deep, very dark secret. One that affects us both, and one that will change the very fabric of our relationship. And I am not ready to reveal that to you, either. When I tell you this secret of mine, you will very likely walk aw

“Just tired.” Lydia glanced at the drawing on the board, then at her friend. “He knows, doesn’t he?” Elena swallowed hard. “I think so.” “And?” “He hasn’t said anything. Not yet.” Lydia nodded slowly, resting a comforting hand on Elena’s shoulder. “Then you need to decide what happens before he does.” Elena looked up, eyes glassy. “It’s not that simple.” “It never is,” Lydia said gently. “But you can’t hide forever, Lena. Secrets don’t stay buried — not when hearts are involved.”

To look after his pride, I hadn't told him I possessed a manor of several thousand square meters in Narshe, complete with a full staff and bodyguards. I left the manor uninhabited to squeeze into this tiny house with him, living with his parents day in and day out. Originally, I had planned to reveal my identity to him after the wedding. Looking at it now, though, there was no need. With a single phone call, several black business vans pulled up outside the door in less than twenty minutes. My assistant, James, brought my men inside, and they methodically organized my belongings. Clothes, jewelry, documents… each item was packed into boxes.

“How would you know? Your property is massive.” “He’s not here. Are you sure it’s him who you saw?” Noah says. He’s being skeptical because I probably sound crazy. He’s being rational, because that’s the kind of person he is, and he knows that even if I did see Stace - whoever Stace is - he would be gone by now. I mean, why would he even come to see me for just a small conversation. And what he said...Sometimes keeping secrets from the people you’re closest with is better for everyone.

"I can't come I have school" "Then why aren't you on your way by now then." I gulped there was no way of escaping this. My mind was on alert now, I didn't reply to him, I don't want to, My closet had a secret room that no one knows about anyone except for Ava and Maggie, but after Maggie and I drifted away she lost access to my magic closet, the funny thing is Ava ID is still registered into our system. Ava also had an entrance to the DOD from her room but I had to disable its many reasons.

Some objects carry weight beyond their size. The brown envelope on the desk was one of them. It looked ordinary. Fragile. Forgotten. The sort of thing cleaners throw away without thinking. Yet four people stood around it as though it contained a live explosive. Perhaps it did. The elderly woman folded her hands calmly. "You should leave once you open it." Amara frowned. "Why?" The woman smiled sadly. "Because secrets survive by staying hidden." A pause. "Once they stop being secrets, people start getting nervous."

But that would have to stay his secret. Secret. He turned the word over once and felt its weight. It was the first time he had used that word for this, had given it a container with a lid rather than just a pile he could walk around. A secret was something that existed. Something real enough to need keeping. He put the word down and picked up his phone.