Every Secret Thing Mga Nobela at Kwento

Gina said with her mouth full. Selena looked at her with a confused face. "Have you been reading more of those books?" She was referring to the books on Gina's desk that had weird titles like "How to properly unlock the door without the key." , "Speak like a smarty pants!" , "Who are you? I am the ugly world?" , "Books for people who are cops." And other titles. Selena didn't even want to think of how silly the contents were. Who on earth even wrote those books and where did Gina even get them?

"I'll pay you, and you have to keep this a secret." Estefan just shrugged and took Kaluna back to school. Ever since finding herself in the apartment room with Estefan the other day, Kaluna had been a little mischievous whenever she met the youngest teacher in the school. Every second of Estefan's gaze at her felt like the pointed tip of an arrow ready to shoot, making Kaluna uncomfortable with her own existence.

Fasten your seatbelts. Secrets are about to be revealed.

“I’m going to have to pay her more, aren’t I?” “Or fire her.” “Firing her means someone else finds out. That woman has served three generations of Kesingtons. She knows secrets that could sink empires.” I lifted a brow. “So now I’m a state secret?” He rolled toward me, his hand sliding to my waist. “Something like that.” My smile dropped. I sat up, letting the blanket fall away from my chest. “That’s not funny.” Callum blinked. “What?” “You calling me a secret. ‘Something like that.’ Like I’m a scandal you’re trying to cover up.”

SUMMARY I have a secret. I’m in love with my best friend, but I’ve never told her. Sharing feelings is right up there with all-time terrible things. Instead of saying it, I show her how I feel every day. I watch Big Brother with her. We have scary movie night. I hold her hair when she’s puking. That’s love in my books. Only…she’s not been the same recently, and I don’t know how to fix it. I hope she knows I'd do anything for her.

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

Fergus was working on something on his laptop. His secretary came into the room. sir, "Yes, what is up?" Fergus exclaimed, glancing at his secretary briefly. "Here is a package for you." The secretary kept a small box on Fergus's desk. "Who sent it?" he asked. "I don't know. There is no sender's name. Okay, then you may go." The secretary left Fergus's room. Fergus took the flash disk from the box he had opened.

Being a secretary had certainly not been for her. Then there was the scent of her, the taste of her that could drive him to insanity. He licked the edge of his lips and tasted her on him. Wanting more, he brought his mouth to hers again. Gently this time, softly, as if telling a story, as though painting a picture. And for a moment, Isabella forgot to fight, only to push him away aging in disgust when he tried to deepen the kiss, "Isabella." he sighed out like a chant.

For a moment, I wanted to confess everything to him. Right as I opened my mouth, my phone on the table buzzed. I checked it without thinking. It was a message from Leonard: [Surprise check. Take a photo right now and show me if you're wearing panties.] After the message, he also sent a photo of his own body, revealing the very part that could drive me wild. The angle made it look especially big and intimidating. My face turned red, and my heart raced. I quickly looked up at Garrett. Luckily, he did not notice anything. He just kept cutting his steak and pouring wine for both of us.

And perhaps. One final secret.