Every Last Secret Novels & Stories

A faint frown forms on my lips. “What is this…” I murmur under my breath. I slide a finger under the flap and tear it open. A single white sheet. I pull it out and unfold it. The moment my eyes land on the words, my entire body goes still. I KNOW YOUR SECRET AND THE TRUTH YOU ARE TRYING TO HIDE. AMARA ROOSEVELT. My breath catches. My fingers tremble so violently the paper almost slips from my grip. No. No… no, no…

“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.

I asked. “He realized what kind of man I was,” he said, and there was no apology in it, just a statement of fact. “He decided dying with his secrets was better than letting me keep you. He left the drive with me and said if you ever came looking, I should give you a choice he didn’t get to make.” He stepped closer. “You want to know what’s on the drive, Sienna,” he said, “It’s the last piece of his cipher. The part that unlocks the files he died to protect. The part that dealers and company owners have killed to get their hands on.”

“Some secrets don't stay buried.” Elena’s vision blurred for a moment. She glanced around the classroom — every chair in place, every shelf neat. No sign anyone had been there. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt. Outside, thunder rumbled softly — a low warning that crawled through the air. She clutched the note, the words burning into her palm. Some secrets don’t stay buried. For a second, she thought she saw movement outside the window — a silhouette by the gate. But when she blinked, it was gone.

Wine was poured. Food was served. But no one was eating. Not really. We were circling. Waiting. Then I stood. Lifted my glass. “To secrets,” I said. Everyone froze. Holly blinked. Santino frowned. Dante grinned. “To the things we hide,” I continued. “And the people who hide them best.” Holly set her glass down. Slowly. Deliberately. I turned to her. “Tell me, Holly. What’s the worst secret you’ve ever kept?”

I just wanted to be around him, or maybe wish him good luck on his bike race. Just then, I found a book. It looked eerie, old, but then special. It wasn't dusty for the place where it was kept. I brought it out and swiped through it and noticed it was a diary. Why does he have a diary? But then, while I turned each page, I realized it wasn't Dimitri's diary. It was a girl's diary. She was heartbroken and sad. Then I went to the last page. The last few sentences sent shivers down my spine: "Chased after me. He wasn't just an ordinary guy. He was a secret underground lord." I shut the book immediately in fright. What? Who would have read such a scary diary and used those words as their last pa

Click! In the middle of the night, a small sound of a door being unlocked echoed throughout the office. At the end of this sound, everything was in absolute silence. A tall figure in black entered the room and looked around. The person was on a mission to find the missing material. It was important that everything in this room was thoroughly searched—every drawer, every shelf, even the small spaces between furniture. The sources informed what was needed was hidden in an object. Luckily, the night was long enough for a detailed search of every item.

Learn all his my dirty secrets before he takes me down or whatever his plan is. He had kneeled beside me, swiveling my chair until I was facing him. His hands rested on my thighs, his thumbs caressing them softly as he knelt between my parted legs. My breath hitched, I could feel myself getting excited. Scar wouldn’t shut the fuck up either, begging me to claim him. He stared into my eyes, his face was soft compared to his usual sternness. “You can tell me, Tara. You know that I will always keep your secrets,” he whispered, his chocolate scent relaxing me.

Kaluna then showed Ola the lit screen of her mobile phone, right during the scene where someone was chopping off the head of an enemy with a chainsaw. "What the hell is that, Luna?" Ola suddenly felt sick to her stomach when she saw what Kaluna was showing her. "It's a cannibal film, Aunty!" said Kaluna, laughing happily. "Where are the princes like you said? In this film, the princes won't sell ... They'll ruin the feel!" Ola quickly left Kaluna's room with her stomach churning from the inappropriate scene.

Angela shouted, closing the suitcase again and shoving it before Gilberd. "Especially Uncle. Uncle has no right to keep all this when the head of the family is already there, "cried Gilbert. "All of this is yours, Angela. So save it!" Dareen exclaimed. Angela looked at Regan, and Regan nodded his head. "The other wealth is in a secret room, which is the big vault of this family. And the key is with you, which is the symbol of the key to the Gonemanus family," Gilberd exclaimed.