Clandestine Relationships Novels & Stories

"I also thought we were on bad terms. We stopped talking a while before she got married. We used to be very close actually. There were some occurrences that transpired between us and we went from being childhood friends to strangers." "Were you two secret lovers or something?" "Your intuition is very scary." "It's called experience. There were many secret relationships in Ducroft's high society. I had to blackmail a lot of people to achieve quite a lot of things." "I see the whole of you is scary. So you're just going to watch from here and judge everyone's outfit?" "That's a great idea. What do you think, Marvis?" "You're making it hard to hide if you can notice me, Lia."

If I was the polished, unbreakable machine at the office, I was a crumbling wreck the moment I walked through the door of my private sanctuary or connected with the one person who knew the whole truth. Chloe became my lifeline. Since our meeting at the Lower East Side café, she had slotted herself into my life as an invisible, rock-solid support system. We couldn't talk freely on office lines or household phones, so we communicated through encrypted messaging apps with auto-deleting chats, turning our friendship into a clandestine intelligence operation. Every evening around 9:00 PM, after I had wrapped up my duties at the estate and locked myself safely in my bedroom, my phone would buzz ge

" Nathaniel responded. " If my father returns and finds you like this...." " I'll have something to say at that time." Elizabeth cuts him off. " Putting aside the woman you'll be marrying and taking another woman around by your side in public,that right there is enough for your disqualification. Unlike your mom, I'm not a person who can have an intimate relationship, don't you also know that all too well?" " Elizabeth!" Nathaniel shouts. " Do not shout!" She yells too

"It's not that it's just ho- "It's okay " I interrupt. "To tell you the truth, I have no idea why I'm going crazy over this particular matter. I used to have covert relationships with around three different people, and who's to say that Liam can't do the same? Liam and I don't amount to anything. We are merely two sham husband and wife who are attempting to maintain our relationship despite the fact that there should be no relationship at all. Both Liam and I are free to have sexual relations with anybody we like at any time. Heavens, I can't wait for the ridiculous duration of this contract to come to an end." I say angrily walking away.

Something about the whole situation was wrong. “Really? Claudia? You spent all that time warning me about her when it’s you-” Preston threw another crumpled paper. “Shut up. Nothing is going on between us, and there never was.” “Really? Cause she said the opposite.” She really did? There was no more scratch paper and he was tempted to make another one. This time, he wanted to throw it at himself so he could stop himself from asking. It was Claudia who wanted to keep their escapade a secret. She was the one who didn’t want anyone to know. Preston figured it was because she never intended for things to last. She was planning to marry, and Preston was his last fun before the last stop.

And so, we would meet under the moonlight, tiptoeing through my backyard and slipping into my room like two shadows. In our secret haven, we found a sanctuary from the world—a place where we didn't have to hide who we were. We would whisper sweet nothing and share our hopes and dreams. It was a space where we were free to be vulnerable and let our guards down without fear of judgment or rejection. Our connection grew stronger with every stolen moment. As the weeks passed, our clandestine rendezvous took on a deeper meaning. The secret moments became more cherished, and the stolen kisses held more passion. We discovered the beauty of living in the present, appreciating the time we could spend

Truly, he felt uncomfortable with the other’s looks of admiration when some eyes glared at him with disdain. He pulled a chair for the princess before he went to the chair across from her and sat there. He leaned his chin on his hand as he observed how nobles socialize with each other while the commoners also have their own circles. Even in the formal events, there was a clear distinction between statuses. “His Highness Prince Ethan Theo Azrael Hezekiah von Clandestine and his partner, Her Highness Princess Althea Rin Eurydice Brielle von Clandestine, has arrived.”

“Sometimes relationships aren’t what they seem from the outside. I needed clarity.” I raised an eyebrow, quietly assessing her again. Clarity? It sounded plausible enough, but it didn’t explain the urgency, the flash drive, or how she guarded her answers so cautiously. I knew better than most about relationships hiding dark secrets, especially when one of the people involved was Stacey.

Jonathan is a Casanova but keeps it herself. In the labyrinth of their intertwined ambitions and hidden desires, they wove a delicate web of secrecy, guarding their shared aspirations with unwavering determination. With whispered promises and a mutual understanding, they pledged to keep each other's secrets safe, knowing that the fulfillment of their collective dreams hinged upon their ability to shield their ambitions from prying eyes. Through the trials and tribulations that dotted their path, they remained steadfast, their resolve unshaken by the unpredictable instances that threatened to unravel the carefully crafted tapestry of their clandestine pursuits.

“We’re both captains. High-profile. Any hint of this and we’ll be front-page scandal.” “Then we don’t give them a hint,” Leo said, eyes hardening with resolve. “We keep it quiet. Just ours. Our secret.” It sounded simple. It wasn’t. Their new ‘relationship,’ if it could even be called that, became a covert operation. By day, they were competitors again focused, cold, professional. But beneath the surface, their phones lit up with late-night texts filled with stolen thoughts, whispered dreams, and teasing jokes. Every fleeting look across the pitch, every subtle brush in passing, became a declaration hidden in plain sight.