Every Secret Thing Novels & Stories

He answered unsurely, but Aria ignored his strange behaviour. “Great, I look forward to hearing from you.” Aria quickly drafted a meeting agenda which she would send to him when he got back to her before going back to the file that held a thousand secrets. ### Aria moved around her office robotically gathering items she’d need for her meeting, her mind was blank as she went about her tasks, not knowing how to feel about the revelations hidden between the covers of the arch file on her desk. Picking up a folder with important documents along with her tablet and handbag, she walked out with her lips set in a grim line.

' (Whatever is done in secrecy, will eventually be revealed. Damn it, I really messed up big time!

Autumn had never truly believed in keeping secrets, lying, or avoiding reality. She knew she wasn't perfect—she'd told her share of little white lies, hidden things from her aunt, covered up crushes, failed quizzes, even fibbed about where she’d been after curfew back when she used to hang out with Calvin. But this? This was something else entirely. This secret throbbed in her chest like a second heartbeat, heavy and insistent, every time she glanced at the man lying in the spare bedroom. It was the kind of secret that demanded attention, refusing to be buried beneath ordinary worries.

She had unwittingly stumbled upon a secret so dangerous that those in power would stop at nothing to keep it hidden. The secret involved a classified government project that could change the course of history. It was a hidden technology capable of manipulating the minds of individuals, erasing memories, and even controlling behavior. Isabella's knowledge of this project had made her a target—an expendable pawn in a dangerous game of power and control.

Selena grabbed my arm, fingers digging in, sensing something was very, very wrong. But I didn’t back up. “Tell me,” I said. The Alpha leaned in. His breath was cold. His presence is heavy. His voice cracked the entire world open. Then— He whispered it. The secret. The terrible, impossible, shouldn’t-exist secret. A secret that froze every bone in my body. A secret that made the battlefield go quiet. And for a heartbeat… Even my own breath stopped.

Chapter 193 Ellie The one thing you can always be certain of is where truth is concerned is that ; the truth will always come out no matter how hard you try to hide something it always shows up in the end. The trick to concealing things is to ; hide them in plain sight . When someone doesn't see something out of place, they won't suspect something is wrong or odd. It's like getting one of those apps that look like any other app but when you open it there is a secret pin or a volt that you have to enter to access the content . Some apps look like the normal apps you use but there are secret folders; tracking apps and accountability apps. The secrets that don't come out are the ones you know

Okay, so maybe that drawer wasn’t going to hold any secrets she’d be interested in. “Third time is a charm,” Violet whispered and opened the last draw on the left side. “If I was an alcoholic,” she breathed when she saw all that it held was a large wide bottle of something no doubt alcoholic and a couple of glasses. “Damn it,” she said and turned to the right side and opened the first drawer. It was filled with blank paper and note pads. The second jerked with a loud knock as she tried to open it. Locked. Licking her lips, Violet once more glanced back to the door then down at the drawer. The keyhole was obvious. She wasn’t sure how she missed it.

I start, trying to catch myself from completely falling apart, “There is something I need to tell you.” “What do you need to tell me?” “That secret.” “The kitchen secret?” “Yes, that secret.” “Tell me I like secrets.” “Well, I have this problem.” “A problem?” “It's not really a problem.” “It's a good problem?” “Yes, something like that.” “How can a secret be a problem.” “Okay, it's just a secret.” “Are you sure?” “Sure about what?” “That the secret is a secret and not a good problem.” “You are confusing me.”