Everyone Has A Secret Novels & Stories

Giving Moreau a wider prospect of knowing what her stepfather's expression might imply. "Anything." That was all. She spoke hardly blown away by something so vague. Moreau had to admit if and when she felt like she was lost. Not knowing how to turn around while still caught in the middle of a striking situation. "Everyone has secrets, don't they?" Moreau instinctively swallowed harshly. It was like something she had once revealed to Mrs. Smift. Everyone had secrets. It was true. They had a series of things to hide; the same lying to Barbara that her mother had often done.

"When I started going to therapy." "Everyone should go to therapy." "Yes. Including you." "I go to therapy." "You go to therapy and then you come home and do not talk about it." "Because it is private." "Private is not the same as secret. Private means you do not have to share it with everyone. Secret means you are hiding something from the people who love you. Which is this." I stare at him. "That is the most Rick thing you have ever said." "Is that a compliment." "It is the truth."

"That's the part I can't get past. You didn't tell me." "Because I knew you would react like this" Bella said. "Cold and distant and acting like I betrayed you when all I did was keep one secret to protect the peace between us." "One secret" I repeated. "One secret destroyed everything Bella. Don't you see that. One secret is all it takes." I stood up. I needed to get out of this room. Needed air. Needed space to think without her looking at me with those guilty eyes.

I don’t want to dwell too deeply into the meaning of those words. “And the more people know about a secret, the less secret it becomes and the more likely it is to leak out,” he adds as if he’s forced to recite a terrible poem. I shake my head slightly in agreement. He’s right … the only way to keep a secret secret is not to tell anyone. So no telling. The fresh peachy fruit flavor of my shampoo wafts into my nose. I take a deep breath. And exhale — steadying myself, and pushing some wet curls from my face.

Ruby's POV I’ve always believed that some secrets are better left hidden, buried beneath layers of silence and denial. But secrets have a way of clawing their way to the surface eventually. And when they do, they threaten to destroy everything in their path especially when they involve the people you care about most.

“Some of them behave just fine.” “This isn’t one of the behaving ones,” Hazel cut in. “This is a box that fights. The kind that explodes when you step on it.” Rhea nodded, her hair sliding against the pillow. “This is the kind of secret that always comes out,” she added. “Either from your mouth or someone else’s. Or through a will. Or a corporate hearing. Or a family birthday party on a yacht if we want the dramatic version.” “I’m not going to any family birthday party on a yacht,” I said firmly. “I don’t even want to be in their family W******p group.”

Then she covered her face with her pillow. “This is going to be a disaster.” Across the hallway, Nate stared at his phone. In another apartment, Ilyas did the same. Three people. Three hearts. And three different secrets. But secrets rarely stay secret forever.

"So let's keep breaking it. No one needs to find out. Only the two of us." Ronan let out a laugh, faint and broken. "Yeah. It's a secret." "It's a secret," Alessio said in agreement. We stayed like that, wrapped up together. I laid there grateful to my parents for pulling me across the world.

Once he finished speaking, I asked a single sentence in a light voice. "Is that all?" The other end fell silent for a brief moment, then his voice turned cheerful. "That's all for now. It's Mandy's first time going abroad. I'm afraid she won't be used to it, so look after her a bit more." I suddenly felt it was ironic. Turns out, he was capable of remembering everything, but nothing concerning me. After five years together, he didn't know that milk gave me a stomachache and that I was allergic to mangoes. He knew even less that I had to draw the curtains tightly to sleep and couldn't stand heavy perfume scents.

James murmured to me. Kaelor’s jaw tightened. I saw it. I hated that I saw it. Then Kaelor lifted his glass. “Never have I ever kept a secret from a friend or loved one.” This time, everyone drank. Me included. For one strange moment, nobody laughed. Glasses lowered. Eyes shifted. Even Sabriel’s smile thinned. I looked around the circle and realized something. Everyone in that room was hiding something. Including me. “Safe to say everyone has secrets,” Sabriel announced.