Dangerous Secret Novels & Stories

"I know what you're thinking, Mona. But no, he doesn't have secrets." "Everyone has secrets, Desiree," I stated, walking towards the vast mahogany desk that commanded the room, my fingers tracing its smooth, polished surface. "Child, teenager, adult. They all hide something. You just have to know how to find it. And I, my dear, happen to be exceptionally good at it." She sighed, stepping towards me. "Mona—" A knock on the door interrupted her. "Enter," I called without looking up. Julian, her assistant, entered, his usual composure slightly frayed. He looked at Desiree. "Mrs. Montgomery is about to create a scene if you don't appear in three minutes."

I love you ~D~ Justin felt like he was suffocating as the words he had just read kept replaying in his mind. " Was Desmond right? Is Drake actually gay? Is this a dream?" Justin's said to him self as he kept staring at the paper in his hands. His pulse began raising as he found it hard to swallow. Guilt filled him up as he felt that he had trespassed into Drake's secret he wouldn't want anyone to know. As he stood there thinking he heard footsteps approaching the office which he recognized as Drake's.

“The kind of secret that makes you more than just a wolf. The kind of secret that makes you dangerous.” The words shattered the night more than the battle had. My blood ran cold, confusion and fear twisting inside me. “What are you saying?” He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear, sending shivers racing down my spine. “I’m saying, little wolf… you’re not who you think you are.” The bond roared between us, thick with desire and danger, secrets hanging heavy in the air. My body trembled under his closeness, the fire of him burning into me.

“You’re right.” Damian looked surprised by how easily I agreed. But deep down, I knew the truth he couldn’t. Whatever I had lost wasn’t something Damian could simply retrieve with authority or force. It wasn’t something lying openly on a table, waiting to be collected. It was something far more dangerous. Something tied to secrets, to intentions, to truths people would kill to keep buried. And no matter how much protection surrounded me, this was something I had to find myself. Because if I didn’t, the consequences wouldn’t stop at fear or silence.

He was tall—sharp-edged like a jagged piece of glass—and devastatingly handsome in a way that felt dangerous. But he wasn't dancing or drinking. Hunched over. Then I saw the glint of something in his hand. A syringe. My stomach dropped. I knew men like this; men with too much money and too little soul. If he saw me, he’d hunt me just for witnessing his weakness. I scrambled behind a heavy velvet curtain, my heart hammering against my ribs. Just stay quiet, I pleaded with myself. Just let him finish and leave. Suddenly, my pocket vibrated.

I turned to leave, but my hand brushed my mattress memory—Katherine’s autobiograph, y—and it flashed like a warning in my mind. I looked back at Damien, voice lower now. “Your house keeps secrets.” Something shifted in his eyes. So fast, someone less angry might miss it. “What secrets?” he asked. I held his gaze. And lied. “Nothing,” I said. “Yet.” Then I walked out, pulse hammering, because I’d just done the most dangerous thing you can do in a house like this: I’d hinted I knew something. And I’d refused to surrender it.

I gasped as I scanned the tree lines for anything. A howl ripped through the night as I ran inside and grabbed Adaline. I laid her in the safe room in the office room that my parents installed when I was a young pup and not able to fight. I laid her down and locked her in. Only her and I knew the code. I ran back outside only in time to see our border patrol and royal guard in wolf form running to where we were. "Rogues." Jackson spit out, "Go ahead with Adaline. I can't lose you again."

The more I thought he would get farther and farther away and I would never see him again the more I struggled. Now, I understand why love is dangerous. When you love truly, you let go of all your inhibitions. You forget how to be rational. Too much emotion will eat away at you. You give all you've got without thinking how that person could possibly hurt you. And even if you’re already hurting, you’ll still insist. I cried more as the wind blew my way.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

“You asked me to be partners in everything regarding our revenge plot, so now listen closely. This conversation does not leave this room,” The words suddenly dried on the tip of my tongue, the whole atmosphere in the room had shifted, and there was tension palpable and grappling onto the both of us. Weaving us together, as the jabs and snide remarks dissipated and all that was left was irrevocable certainty, “Of course.” “You have successfully established yourself as my secretary. Those businessmen that we had a meeting with about Amworth incorporated, will spread the word that I have a new assistant.” “I don’t understand why any of that matters.”