Can You Keep A Secret Novel Novels & Stories

You shouldn't have touched that. She quickly picked up the book, holding it as if it were a dangerous creature. 'This is not for you, Ryker. It's too dangerous. It should be kept away, hidden from prying eyes.' I watched, still dazed, as she locked the book away in a hidden compartment. 'You don't understand, Ryker,' she said gravely. 'Some secrets are meant to remain hidden.' I couldn't shake off the feeling that the book had left me with. The secrets it held, the power it promised... I was consumed by thoughts of it, day and night. I became sleepless, as my mind raced with possibilities.

The more I read, the more I felt this quiet storm building inside me—soft, steady, inevitable. I didn’t tell Nathaniel. Not yet. It wasn’t because I didn’t trust him. I did. But this felt mine—personal. Like some kind of rite I had to walk alone. Eventually, I hid the book beneath a loose floorboard in the corner of the library. No one had been there when I first discovered it, and I intended to keep it that way. The last thing I needed was more whispers and side-eyes from the council—or worse, from Ama.

Her tears dripped off her chin, not even rippling the flow of water down the drain. Secrets, so many secrets, she thought as she placed the broken glass into the bin. Secrets that haunted lives, she thought, thinking of Diana Boyston and Lillian Ridgeway. Secrets that festered under the surface like painful boils. Well, she decided, the Secret Keeper would lance those boils.

She picked up her scarf and walked out of the house. She decided she would just hide in the car and scare him. It will be fun... With that intention, she walked to the elevator, knowing it would take a few minutes for him to reach downstairs to the parking lot. Aarvi opened his car with the help of an extra key and hid in the back seat. Soon Anshuman reached his car and opened the door of it. He did not notice Aarvi’s presence there. Aarvi was about to scare him when his phone went off as he picked up the call.

Because what he just found— Was a second safe deposit box. Not the one Ethan had opened. Another one. Hidden. And according to the bank records— It belonged to Lila’s mother. Noah’s eyes widened. “That’s not good.” Because if Marcus knew about the first box… He might not know about this one. Yet. Noah grabbed his jacket. Slipped the phone into his pocket. And quietly opened the hotel door. Because sometimes— The biggest secrets weren’t solved by billionaires. Sometimes they were solved by a ten-year-old who was curious enough to keep looking.

Mason picked up both pieces of paper and stared at them for a long time. His mouth opened slightly, then snapped shut. "Look, man. I'm not trying to sabotage you." "I know." "But don't you think it's a little too convenient? Alice hid this from you for so long, and she just happens to lay it all out the exact moment you find out? Didn't it ever cross your mind that this whole story was scripted—" "Mason, your second marriage. The thing about the gold necklace." The color drained from his face. "The thing your ex sewed into the pillow. Was it really from another man?"

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."

I kept it tucked behind two old, dusty books on my shelf that I know for a fact no one ever touches. I told myself it’s just for my thoughts. A way to stay sane in a house that breathes secrets. But the first thing I wrote in it was a name. And I haven't told Damien. The weirdest part isn't that I'm keeping secrets, it’s that I don't feel bad about it. I keep waiting for the urge to confess, to go to him and ask for permission to know things. But that feeling never comes. Instead, I feel a strange sort of calm.

And I couldn't return to the version of our lives in which I could hate him safely from a distance. Because the distance had changed. The line between us had changed. And the person who had spent years pretending it didn't matter was now the one who couldn't stop thinking about it. I locked the notebook away. This time, I kept the key. But as I switched off the light, one thought followed me into the dark. Knox had promised not to tell my brother. He had never promised that knowing my secret wouldn't change the way he felt about me. And I wasn't sure I was ready to find out whether it had.

“Fucking Christ, Nita. Don’t make me come looking for you. Stay away from the booze. And the guys. Especially the guys.” I stopped, placing a hand on my hip. “Anything else you wanna add to the do-not-do list before we walk in?” I asked, full-on annoyed. He gave me a sharp look. “This is our secret. If Mom and Dad find out, I will kill you myself. No one. Is. To. Know.” “Not even Halle?” Halle’s my best friend. I tell her everything. “Not even Halle,” he said, finally. “God, you’re so annoying,” I muttered, brushing past him as we made our way toward the front door.