Deepest Dark Secrets Novels & Stories

I'm Seo-yeon Lee, an extraordinary twenty-two years old university student. Now, how do I begin? The dark truth about me. I was just at the tender age of sixteen years old when I hurt my friend or in other words, killed my friend. It was night, a dark night, a never ending night. I was afraid of myself. I couldn't believe in myself. I debated with myself for quite a very long time that whether all of these was true. Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth.

His eyes locked on my parted lips with primal intent churning in them, dilating his pupils. Now was my chance. “You’re privy to a lot of information, aren’t you, Dominic?” “I am.” He cleared his throat and took a sip from the flute I’d just dipped, holding my gaze. “Then I think you’d know the answer to a question that’s been haunting me.” His criminal deepweb organization buried and unearthed secrets at will and according to price. I hoped my cleavage and wiles would get me one. “What do you want to know?” “I want to know what secret my father had that Darko discovered, and used to blackmail him into selling half his assets and signing me away to his son.”

“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.”

The room fell into a tense silence, punctuated only by his steady breathing. Sebastian's mind whirled with the weight of the proposition that had been laid before him. The choices were dire, the consequences unimaginable. He paced the room, his thoughts consumed by the revelation that only one person, Damian, could possibly know about the dark secrets he held. A flicker of determination sparked in Sebastian's eyes as he made his decision. He walked slowly and purposefully towards his wardrobe, a hidden sanctuary that held the remnants of his sinister past. With deft fingers, he typed in a secret code, unlocking the concealed compartment within.

"Dear Leo, The darkness that shadows your family runs deeper than you can imagine. Your father, Albert, is not the man you think he is. Three years ago, he committed a heinous act that still haunts the corridors of our city. The life he took was that of Jessica Morgan, his loyal secretary and our unsuspecting comrade. The incriminating evidence lies hidden in your mother's cupboard. Unlock the truth, Leo, and unveil the sins your father tried so desperately to bury. Beware the secrets that follow,

The lock clicked open with a heavy, pneumatic hiss. I looked back at Kasimir’s towering silhouette framed against the firelight. He thought he was playing a chess game against rival corporate boards. He thought he had trapped me here to act as a public shield. He had no idea that the shadow he was hunting was sitting in his own dining room, waiting to drink wine with us. I opened the heavy door to my room, stepping over the threshold. As I reached out to pull the reinforced door shut, my eyes caught something resting on the small glass vanity table near my bed.

It couldn’t be. The temperature changed. Almost as if the air conditioner itself knew the devil had returned and needed to make the room warmer. Her body went into alarm. The hairs on her skin rose. Her hands froze around the speaker. She didn’t want to turn around. She didn’t want to confirm it. But she had to. Slowly, Eliana looked toward the doorway. There he was. Standing in his perfect darkness. Like the dead had returned to life. Black upon black. Everything about him wrapped in shadows, like darkness itself had chosen a body. Cesare stood in the doorway.

He looks over at us when they finally break apart and frowns. “Gentlemen. Seriously. There are three Victoria's Secret models at the table directly below us who have been looking up here for twenty minutes. Go and be social. Or at least pretend you have a pulse.” "I have a pulse, Luca. I just prefer to keep it steady," Graham says. “Got my own hands full, Antonetti,” Reeves drawls, running his hands down his eager date’s curves. “Don’t I, baby girl?” He says to her. She purrs something that must have been, “Of course, sexy”, but I don’t hear it because I’m no longer paying attention to any of them.

He raised his voice and I so badly wanted to give him that, to make him trust me, but there was nothing. I took a hesitant step closer, cautiously drawn in by his seemingly trusting demeanor. His voice dropped to a low, almost conspiratorial whisper as he leaned toward me. "I'll tell you a secret," he murmured, his tone filled with a deceptive vulnerability. "This place holds more horrors than you can imagine. Dark secrets lie within these walls, secrets that could tear your world apart."

She turned it without hesitation. Inside was a long, narrow room with no lights. I stepped in behind her, the glow of a rune crystal she’d lit casting shadows across the room. A stack of old boxes, a collapsed filing rack, and one large iron drawer built into the wall. “What is this place?” I asked. “Where secrets go to die,” she muttered. She opened the drawer. Inside were sealed dossiers—most bound in dark cord, some with wax crests I didn’t recognize. She dug through them methodically until she pulled one free.