Favorite Little Secret Novels & Stories

Karen put down her brush and looked at Little Karen carefully. "Mommy, I can't tell you!" If she exposed her secret, her father would probably leave, then she couldn't see her father anymore. "Alright, if you don't want to tell, I won't ask any further." Karen shook her head helplessly. Her daughter was just over four years old, yet she was being so secretive already. "I love you so much!" Little Karen threw herself into Karen's arms happily and spoke sweetly. Karen hugged Little Karen and lowered her head close to her neck. Suddenly, she noticed a familiar scent.

I ask to see Bruno shake his head. “Well, they are. One time, when I was a little bit older than you are now, someone once snuck me in. And it was the most wonderful time.” The memory is playing before my eyes. “So I want to show you too. But you need to do something for me.” “What’s that?” Bruno seems to be completely absorbed. All the better because I lean down to whisper. “Promise you can keep it a secret?” I wink. “Just between us?” “Oh…I am good at keeping secrets.” Bruno smiles with a nod. “Very good.”

Seb finally says. "Name it." I swallow. "You play Cold Secrets with me." *** Cold Secrets. The sadistic game that Seb invented when we were kids, in one of our almost daily trips to the 7/11 near our school. The rules are simple. We each drink a Slurpee and try to stop a brain freeze and whoever’s unsuccessful at it tells the other person a secret. The first time I played it, my migraine didn't stop for days and I vowed to never let him talk me into it again. Obviously, since I just agreed at doing it with him again now, I have failed my past self.

She asked. “Not a lot, working, and that is about it,” I laughed. And I am having a heated affair with Jake when we find the time. I wish I could say that. Paula wouldn’t judge me for it, none of my friends would. I am sure they would be happy about it, along with Jake’s friends. But the more people that know, the harder it is to keep a secret. And I like our dirty little secret. “How exciting, you should give Jake a call,” She smirked.

And I would protect him, even from the parts of himself he didn’t yet understand. Even if it meant diving into a world of monsters and witches. Even if it meant tearing apart everything I believed to keep him whole. I traced the name on the paper with my finger: Bibi Kamwe. The last keeper of secrets. The one who might know how to stop the pain. The one who might tell me what I had to become to keep Albert safe.

“You need to be ready for the interview later. Cameras, investors, my mother. Public affection. Controlled, believable, convincing.” Lola nodded, but all she could focus on was the memory of last night's wine, laughter, whispered words, closeness that had left her heart racing and skin tingling. She realized, with a jolt, that she was already craving it again. “Miss Foster,” he murmured, voice low, teasing, authoritative. “Do not forget, our time together is temporary. We maintain boundaries.” Her lips twitched into a small, almost guilty smile. “Boundaries,” she repeated.

"But secret best friends have to promise to keep our games a secret. Do you think you can do that, Lorna?" "I am very good at secrets," Lorna giggled, skipping a little step on the pavement, completely falling into my trap. "I bet you are, since we are best friends now, I’ll let you in on a little secret of my own," I whispered, pointing to a yellow flower near the sidewalk. "I know where the kitchen chef hides the extra chocolate chip cookies, If you promise not to tell your mommy, I can sneak one up to your room after dinner tonight." "You can do that?" Lorna gasped, her face lighting up with joy, looking at me as if I were a magical fairy.

Wolfie pressed against her side, the dog’s eyes innocent and apologetic. “It’s OK, we helped the bird to get out,” Leila said, patting the dog’s head. “I was scared, too.” But the wall’s secret opening gnawed at Leila’s curiosity until she couldn’t resist. Grabbing a flashlight, she ventured into the hidden space. It was just wide enough for her to squeeze through, and dust hung thick in the air, tickling her nose. The walls were lined with old wood, the planks creaking under her weight as she ascended a narrow staircase.

I’m grateful for the chance to experience these intimate moments with each of my children, and I cherish every second of this journey. Leaning closer, I lower my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "If I tell you a secret, will you promise not to tell Mummy?" I ask, taking a deep breath, as if the weight of my words requires extra strength. "I love her more than anything in this world. She’s the strongest and most amazing woman I know. In fact, I try to tell her every day, so you can tell her that too."

He couldn't understand why she would do something. "I guess not everyone is as they seem, right?" Sophie said as she walked in with David. ********* To everyone of you that came so far with me, I want to take this moment to thank you all. You have been a source of inspiration to me, pushing me to my very best. Thank you all so much. Finally, Secret Love is coming to an end. 2 more chapters to go!!!🤗🤗 Check out my other story; Fading Scars: Scars of the past on W******l. I'm sure you'll love it. Thank you once again. See y'all in the next update.