Every Last Secret Book Novels & Stories

"But why were they after the book?. Because it's a power book?" Rachel smiled. She loved the curiosity in the faces of the kids. The way they followed every bit of what she was saying and how they asked questions when confused. She was ready to answer every question they were willing to ask. She continued. "You see kids. The book wasn't just a powerful one. But history has it that there was a secret written in the book that has not been unfolded. And whosoever finds that secret, will become the greatest of all. He or she would be able to rule all the realms. They will do every bit of what he or she says. But there was another thing about the secret. If unfolded by the wrong person. It become

It sounded like the sound of pages turning, and it was getting louder. I turned to see what was making the noise, and that's when I saw it. A massive, ancient book was standing on a pedestal, its pages turning rapidly as if blown by an invisible wind. Arachne's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement. "The Book of Secrets," she said. "It holds the knowledge of the ages. And it's been waiting for you, Lila." I felt a surge of wonder and awe. The Book of Secrets? What secrets did it hold? And why was it waiting for me?

she explained. Brandon’s gasp was sincere while his hand flew to his mouth. “You have the Book of Secrets,” he whispered. Tara was astonished. “How did you know that?” she asked. “It’s a long story that I may tell you someday. For now, just look at chapter twenty-seven,” he said eagerly. He positioned himself comfortably against the dark, freshly polished wainscoting covering the lower half of the wall. “I’ll wait here.” Eyeing him suspiciously, Tara opened the book to chapter twenty-seven and started reading.

Charles says, wrapping his arms around me from behind. My poor heart "Oh no son, I just didn't know that you and Elizabeth were that close" "Let's just say she's that hidden secret I wasn't ready to reveal yet" Now he's insinuating things "Oh I get it now. Congratulations you both!" She says with a beaming smile and walks excitedly, as if she has a dirty secret she cannot wait to share with everyone. "Charles!" "Elizabeth!" "Now you're just creating stories" "I've always wanted to be a writer since I was a kid"

Arie’s POV The yellow tulips lay scattered across the floor while I stared at the emerald necklace on my pillow. Nico was in Seattle. The thought had barely formed when the quiet click of my apartment door closing reached me from the other room. My entire body went still. I had left the door open while searching the apartment. A second click followed. The lock. “You still hide things in the most obvious places, baby girl.” His voice travelled through me like a touch I had spent months trying to forgI turned slowly.

Well, I'm the fucking Devil, and I will make people roar in fear of me. I'll be the dark fog engulfing the room, with nothing to lose and so much to gain. Like smoke, destroying everything it comes into contact with, until, all that remains is the aberrant odour of my contamination. My name is Sandro Peker, and you can read about my mission in the upcoming instalment of... Hidden Secrets: Forbidden Heirs.

“I’m not. I want this score just as much as you guys. I put my dream house up for sale for this.” “And the boyfriend?” “Like I told you and Anthony a month ago, as soon as the house sells, I’m moving in here and fading away from the people I know. I’m expecting an offer any day now.” “I hope it happens sooner than later, to be honest. All three of us are keeping this secret from Bobbi. The reason why BAAM works is because we are all transparent with each other.” “Well, it won’t be a problem in a month or so. How is everything on your end going?”

A switch? I remembered what Marcus said. “Every desk George ever bought has secret compartments.” I checked the bottom of the drawer again, ran my fingers under it, then pushed the panel at the back. Click. My heart jumped. The false back popped open. Inside was a thin leather bookworn, brown, and sealed with a gold clasp. I pulled it out with shaking hands. No name. No label. I opened it slowly. The first page had a sentence, written in that same neat, scratchy handwriting I recognized from George’s notes. “She is the last test. She must not know until the end.” My blood turned cold.

All those explanations. Protection. Safety. Family. They had used beautiful words to disguise ugly decisions. Lucien looked at the ledger. “The first ledger contains the history.” Zara tightened her grip around it. “And the second?” “The second contains the names.” “And the third secret?” Lucien’s expression darkened. “The third secret is not in a book.” “Then where is it?” He looked at her. “In a person.” Zara’s pulse quickened. “Who?” Lucien smiled. “You.”

I snapped sarcastically, gripping the wine glass tighter and waited for he to drop the bombshell. She leaned in close, the fake warmth vanishing from her voice. “ I know you don't ride cocks like my brother's so I'll spare you a little secret, Infact all of his secrets.” She whispered with a wave of her hand behind her lips and came closer. “Every twisted little thing he's hiding—they’re locked in a safe. In his room, The passcode’s his birthday, reversed.” My eyes narrowed. “Why are you telling me this?” She shrugged like it was the weather forecast. “Because you’re his weakness now, whether you like it or not and because he killed our mother. You can use that passcode to destroy him in a b