Every Last Secret Book Novels & Stories

From the luxury and power of London to the narrow, bustling streets of Jakarta where the last great secrets lay buried, and their final, ultimate battle awaited. END OF CHAPTER 147.

We had planned for a sleepover this Friday night so my friends were in my room with me as we stared at the bonded black book in the middle of my bed. "So the bimbo said that inside this creepy book are Quinn's secret?" Tiana spoke, reaching for it eagerly. But I flicked her hand away and hugged the book on my chest. "Are you out of your mind?!" Bailey snorted. "Sounds like you're protecting an undiscovered sacred text from Egypt." "Of course, Quinn's secret is sacred," I quoted as a matter of fact. "I'm telling you. Keep it shut, A," Hilary chimed in, rolling my chair towards the side of the bed. "You'll never know. It might be Khloe's another game that she had set for you."

They all walked over to her reading what was writing on the page. "So if we tell our secret to the one we trust the least does another page unlock for us too?" They looked down at the book watching as a new word appeared. To unlock this page you must tell your deepest secret to someone in the group you trust the least. Yes. "Who'll start first?" Adrian inquired making everyone look around. "You." "I trust all of you." They all mumbled the same. "Then how are we going to unlock the page-" Amaris cut himself off as more words appeared on the page.

The secretary forced out a smile at them again as her eyes locked with Sadiqah’s sister’s. They have been sitting at the reception room for over one hour… “He has some visitors.” The secretary explained and they both know they had to wait and they did wait and it is been over an hour that they have been waiting. “Just be patient.” Her sister had told her. Some few minutes later, the door opened and they heard some laughter and the guests came out; it was Aziza, Musadiq with Hibah in his hands.

Clarissa's breathing was getting heavier now, her warm breaths falling across my legs. Help! I screamed silently inside my head. Someone, please help me. It felt like my mind had been torn in two. A voice inside me was desperately trying to keep me quiet, completely lost in the pleasure of the moment. Then suddenly, her hand left me. I heard soft rustling sounds. My heart jumped straight into my throat. A second later, something hot and wet wrapped around me. Was that her… My breath caught. Even without seeing it, the warmth and slick sensation sent a shiver through my entire body.

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‘Eldora, there is a secret that has been passed down to each head of our family. Lock the door and windows. Insert the key into the book titled ‘Sleep, sweet child.’ Read the records. They will explain everything.’ “A secret?” I fumble the small key in my fingers as I follow the instructions. The door clicks shut, the windows are next, I draw the curtains close now only the bulbs offer light. “Sleep, sweet child… sleep, sweet child…” There are so many books here. “There you are!”

He handed it to Matteo with trembling fingers. "This... is the last trace of the Book," he whispered. "The one that left Earth... and returned." Marcus blinked. "The book? You mean..." "Yes," Gonzales cut him off. "The Book that holds the names of every soul who’s betrayed us. The one that carries the price of power... the price of secrets." Raven’s breath caught in her throat, from outside as she eaves drop on their conversation. Gonzales continued, "The last time I touched it, I paid a coin. A coin none of you saw... because it was a part of me. A piece of my soul."

For a moment, I almost collapsed again, but sheer determination forced me upright. The air down here was heavy, ancient, carrying the scent of dust and secrets long buried. My eyes fell on a table shimmering faintly under the dim light, its surface glinted gold. Drawn like a moth to fire, I staggered toward it. And there it was. A massive book lay at the center of the table, its cover aged yet commanding, the words etched in bold letters: The Hidden Secrets. My breath caught, my chest tightening as I clutched at it with a trembling hand.

It Runs In The Family Thalia What the actual fuck???? Thalia was making her way through the dream scape, throwing her secret message around like fucking confetti when she sensed something so alluring she knew it had to be some kind of gift from the gods. It was warmth, it was like chocolate fucked peanut butter then rolled in Carmel, sex on fire. It was a hum that made her toes curl a bit. So..she ran to it. not walked but...ran. She could hear things more clearly now, she was stepping into somewhere new, and somewhere new had a deep husky voice mumbling something, grunting quiet moans.