Dark Secrets Novel Novels & Stories

“The darkness remembers all who traffic in it.” The Dain I had slowly become used to, the one whose hand squeezed my hip, he was tucked away. Alexandria Russo gave no reaction other than a coy smile, “Hard not to traffic in darkness when the largest underground nightclub in the world rests in your hands. Though, I suppose trafficking in darkness is better than becoming a part of it, wouldn’t you agree, my king?” “Oh, I don’t know.” He mused; his voice dangerously calm. “People think the dark will protect them and all their little secrets. It’s true, of course, but once you become one with the darkness, you can see right through it.”

And in Veil, discretion was their law. I headed into the velvet part of the club, which was strictly by invitation. I had high expectations for this one, I wanted him to be what his profile promised. His name was Nightshade, and his bio said he was a dominant, exactly what I needed. After he added me on Blink, we spoke a little and he sent the invite. There was some dark about him which would usually repulse me, but instead it was like a magnet drawing me in. It hooked me in like a hand on my throat.

But sleep didn’t come easily. In the quiet moments, fragments of memories flashed through my mind, the fear I once felt, the shame, the desperate need to hide. Now all of that had dissolved into something hotter, darker, and far more addictive. I was no longer fighting the fall, I was diving headfirst into it. And tomorrow, in the Black Chamber, I would discover just how deep this rabbit hole truly went. As the first hints of dawn began to creep into the club’s artificial sky, a final message arrived on my phone, left on the bedside table by an attendant.

He just didn’t have the right door. I stared at those three lines for a long time. Then I looked at the clock. It was 2:17 in the morning. I thought about the folder and its eleven years of guarded secrets. I thought about what would happen when Daniel published the story, the Tao name splashed across headlines, and the massive fraud. The cover-up that started with four cold sentences and grew for fifteen years. Most readers would see the last name and make up their minds before they finish the second paragraph.

Strangely, a sleek black mask completely concealed his face. He leaned back, watching me approach. When he spoke, his voice was unexpectedly deep, smooth, and alluring. "So, you're the famous Dark Bird. The rumors didn't do you justice: you really are stunning." I suppressed a shiver. Wait, he knows me? "You know who I am?" I asked, keeping my voice sultry as I poured two glasses of wine. Using the sleeve of my top as cover, I expertly slipped a powerful sleeping pill into his glass. It was a massive risk, but survival required desperate measures. I needed him unconscious so I could clean him out.

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.”

Never could he imagine his life would turn upside down in the city of light and he would become someone wanted and loved by his fans. His dark past has always been a secret he buried deep in himself. Something between that period happened to Brandon which made him a man who he never wanted to become, And that mystery is yet to be revealed...

He explains. “But instead, you made me the CEO because your wife needed content for the book she was writing.” I say, my voice laced with annoyance. “You should read it, it’s called The Deadly Secrets Of The CEO.” He says and my mind goes to the night that we dumped Kate’s body. Jimmy was incredibly drunk and when we was taking him to our building, he was muttering a bunch gibberish in his sleep. But he also said something. Something that didn’t go unnoticed.

"Am I? Ask him about Rachel Summers. Or Jennifer Park. Or the assistant he paid off five years ago after she got pregnant and had an abortion." My stomach turned. "He's not the noble man you think he is. He's just better at hiding his damage than I am." Aiden settled back into his pillows. "But I guess you already knew that. You fell for a man who cheats. Now you're surprised he cheated with you." Security appeared in the doorway. Two large men with hands on their belts. "Ma'am, we need you to come with us," one said. I looked at Aiden one last time. "I'll prove what you're doing."

"During my worst days, I went back to New York to forget Amanda. My cousin Dave Colster introduced me to his wife’s best friend. Her real name was Cynthia Moore—now known as Madam Mia. She was once close friends with Arah. Everything changed when Arah was chosen as Eagle Queen of Aerie instead of Cynthia. I didn’t know that then, so I easily gave in to her wishes. I tried to move on with her... and we ended up sleeping together. You were the result. When she told me she was pregnant, I was happy at first... until she threatened to abort you unless I agreed to her plans to kill Dave and Arah." "At first, I refused—because Arah was also pregnant with Katleah, and I didn’t want the child harmed