Every Secret Thing Novels & Stories

Sienna stated indifferently as she pulled a file from her backpack, “You can adapt to their preferences if you need to get in touch with them again in the future. You will find it useful.” The file was pretty thick. Each piece of paper included a thorough record of those specific details. Sienna had made some special markings on the file. It recorded their family secrets, which were hidden from the outside world. Zeke was shocked. ‘How did Sienna learn about so many secrets? Has Sienna grown up in the capital city since she was a child?’ Of course, he did not voice the question. Sienna was able to read his mind. Zeke knew as well that she wouldn’t answer his question.

“Inside each envelope is a little… secret. Something scandalous, something intriguing. Your job is to uncover as many as you can while keeping your own hidden.” A few gasps. A few chuckles. And then an undeniable spark of interest spread through the room like wildfire. People loved secrets—especially when they weren’t their own. “You can trade information, strike deals, set traps, but be careful,” Charles continued, his grin widening. “Because if your own secret gets out… well, let’s just say, it won’t be pretty.” Lila practically glowed beside him, the queen of her own little kingdom of drama. Maya leaned in, whispering something to her that made them both laugh.

Alexis Secrets have a way of coming out ; if you don't cover your tracks properly , trust the wrong people , or have a forgetful nature. If we all kept a diary full of every little thing we did and didn't want the world to know, it would be worth finding once you're gone from this world and moving on to the next. There is a rule with secrets. You have to come clean to the person you love about what you did and pray that they get that it was your past; you don't live there anymore, You have changed, and the same behavioral pattern wouldn't repeat itself because you learned your lesson. Some secrets you cannot tell . For the longest of times I had kept a childhood secret from my own blood . I

As soon as her son’s excited chatter faded into background noise, old worries crashed in—Ava, still unconscious in that hospital bed; Marcus falling apart; and the woman tangled up at the center of it all, living with the ugliest secret Selena had ever uncovered. Elara Quinn. Up until now, just a name buried deep in restricted files. Keller nudged her on the way to the rental car. “You alright? What do you think?” “I know coming was right, but honestly, it feels like there are stacks of secrets waiting to explode,” Selena said, tired. “If it made sense, we wouldn’t realize how deep it goes.” Keller gave her a look—part concern, part exhaustion. He got it. Selena always let her fears simmer,

My dark, unfazed eyes that were securely hidden behind my crystal clear gold-rimmed specks were glued on the tablet on my right hand as I rested my butt on my desk, calculative twirly the vodka that I occasionally took tidbit of sips from, dangling on my other hand with my back against the office and Chris, while the city lights that protruded from the vast city, reflected on my hard features from my up-to-down, transparent glass windows. A week. It's been exactly a week since I let everything that had been eating me up from within and beneath my surface out, the enormous, overwhelming secret, The loud echoes, growls, and cries from that night, a scene which I had carried in my head with me

Collins A secret is like a disease. It grows. When you keep it inside it gets bigger and bigger. And the damage is always worse when it comes out. But I’m good at secrets. I’ve held one close to my heart since I was fourteen years old… when I accidentally found out something I shouldn’t have… that I didn’t want to know. That secret has eaten away at me for years now. There had been so many times over the years I wanted to tell it…. to confront the person who it was about. But how many lives would I be ruining if I did that? So I’d kept it inside where it ravaged me on a daily basis.

The value of a secret relies on who it must be kept hidden. Like plants, secrets are hidden. They can remain buried for a very long period under the dirt, but gradually they will start to send up shoots and reveal themselves. They must do it. It's in their character. initially only a little green stem. which, until it manifests itself, stealthily and insidiously gets taller and stronger. Right in front of your eyes is a big fat secret; it's a fully opened flower scented with deceit.

Liam was going to kill him. “I came here because I found out Abigail works here”. Lucy said, ignoring his question. “And????” Damon asked. Lucy sighed. “I’m so sorry if I sounded rude Damon, It’s just that................” (Lucy leaned towards Damon’s table and whispered something to him for almost two minutes.) “Oh my God, Lucy, How could you keep such a big secret to yourself?” Damon asked furiously. Lucy shrugged. “I guess that’s why I was so determined to find out about Abigail’s whereabouts.”

She blurted. “That's a secret.”