Deepest Dark Secrets Novels & Stories

Finally, just what I needed, an angel. "You survived." "Barely." She handed me the coffee. "I figured you'd need this." I accepted it with a grateful smile. You are officially my favourite person." "I know."She glanced around before lowering her voice. "...They're getting worse." "You didn't think I noticed?" "No, I mean worse." She unlocked her phone and showed me the student forum. There were new posts. BLACKTHORN CONFESSIONS Adrian Laurent and Elena Carter spotted together again. Another.

He had no idea where I was taking him or what was coming next. The doors opened straight into my private floor. I walked through the hidden door at the back of the main living area that most people would never notice. My secret base. Soundproof, secure, and stocked with everything I needed to handle disobedient boys like Aiden. I laid him down on the wide bed in the middle of the room and locked the door behind me with a soft click. First thing I did was grab a clean black blindfold from the drawer. I slipped it over his eyes even though he was out cold. Better safe than sorry. He did not need to see the place yet or worse of all see me. Not until I decided he could.

Damien’s expression darkened with both lust and concern. “Then tomorrow night, they’re taking you to the Black Vault,” he said. “The deepest level. Where the real Masters play.” I smiled softly against his chest. “I can’t wait.” It was now evident that the blackmail no longer controlled me, the pleasure did, and I was willingly walking straight into the darkest parts of the Midnight Club, craving every moment of my own destruction.

Luna agreed, and turned to face the eastern horizon, where the unmapped, mysterious expanse of the Deepwood waited, carrying within it whatever twisted ambition Vesper had already begun to cultivate from a corrupted history two hundred years in the making. They set out at dawn the following morning, the largest, most unified force the coalition had yet assembled, carrying with them not just weapons and warriors, but the hard-won wisdom of every trial that had brought them to this exact moment — and somewhere ahead, in the deep, unclaimed darkness of the Deepwood, a fresh and uncertain danger waited, gathering strength from secrets that had remained buried for a hundred and fifty years, until

"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

I had a feeling Castle Blackwood held deep, dark secrets beyond the careful glamour of its people and exterior… And that much, terrified the fuck out of me. What to do? What to fucking do?

She had disobeyed him three times this night; going outside without his permission, bringing that damn cat in his house, and coming down to the basement. Madeline hesitantly opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She was far too terrified. Was this really who Matthew was? He hid he fact that he was a direwolf, he hid the fact that he was a cruel torturer who kept men chained up in his basement, what other secrets is he keeping from her? "Answer me." His gaze was menacing. She began scolding herself for coming down here. "You should've just stayed in bed, you idiot. Everything would've been fine."

“The most dangerous secrets are never buried in graves… they are buried beneath family empires.” ⸻ 12:17 A.M. Rain had finally stopped. The De Luca Estate stood beneath a silver moon, but no one inside the mansion slept. Not after what had happened. The Third Kiss. The earthquake. The underground gate opening. The mysterious crimson eye. Nothing made sense anymore. Yet everyone agreed on one thing. Their enemy wasn’t human. ⸻ Alessio’s Bedroom The room was completely silent.

Determination and confusion surged through Dez. "After you were turned, did you ever wonder why we are always alone? Why so few of us are allowed to seek out our true mates." He half smiled. Viktor had turned hundreds but Dezmond was his favorite child. "No, this life was always better than the one I left behind. I never wanted a mate." Dez rarely brought up his previous life, it was so painful. Searching for a true mate was strictly forbidden. I was turned after the wars. It is not clear what all happened and how that ties into searching for mates. The history is kept secret.

It wasn’t glossy either, it was darker than anything Sally had ever seen, and the light seemed to fall into it. Sally began to wonder if the Beast was what her former boyfriend, Malcolm, would have called an Alien Big Cat, or an ABC for short, one of the strange wildcats seen wandering the British countryside. Malcolm was a few years older than Sally and considered himself an expert in fringe studies—this included alternate history, conspiracy theory, and cryptozoology. He’d dropped out of university because he didn’t like “being told what to think,” and he wanted to devote himself to learning “the hidden truths behind modern history.”