Fine Then Keep Your Secrets Novels & Stories

I said sarcastically, "Why didn't I think of that?" He snapped his head up in my direction, "really? I know a good place to hide the bo—" "Don't even think about it," I cut him off, "we do not kill innocents, asshole. Why don't we just kill you instead? I know a good place to hide your body." They pursed their lips in a thin line, keeping quiet. Why couldn't one thing go right for once? "Find the girl we're looking for and get her here." I ordered, "I'll deal with your mistake."

"You don't have the slightest right to hold me back from this decision...." To Be Continued—

I murmured, too embarrassed to look at him. His voice softened, almost coaxing. "So, how does it feel?" "I… It's strange…" I hesitated, then admitted quietly, "but I think… I want more." I blushed even harder after saying it out loud, but I did not take it back. He smiled faintly. "That was just a basic check. You're very sensitive. Once we get to the club, I'll help you adjust properly." I nodded softly. For some reason, his words made me feel reassured.

It wasn't like we could just pretend the other didn't exist. Clarissa owned the antique shop next door. She always came across as cultured and gentle, the kind of person who carried herself with quiet elegance. Surely, she wouldn't actually do anything too far with what she thought was a product, right? That was what I kept telling myself. Just endure it. As long as she didn't figure it out. "This thing feels incredibly real," Clarissa murmured. "Where did Helen even get it? I'm definitely asking her about it later. I want one, too."

“It’s not hard to give the police a scapegoat so they don’t look further than we want them to.” Violet stared at him, understanding the full magnitude of what he was saying. “So this is done often?” He cringed again. “Not exactly, but sometimes we’ve had to… paint a narrative to keep our secret safe. It’s not something I or the alpha like to do. He doesn’t like unnecessary killing. Life is precious after all.” “Right,” Violet said, though part of her stomach remain knotted at the implications. “So why is this odd. Maybe he thought a clean-up was better than a break-in.”

"Pim! Pim!! Pim!!!" The phone beeped indicating a message. I clicked it and it read "Be ready, the game begins in 5 minutes." Immediately I read that my heart skipped and literally stopped beating for a few seconds and it took me seconds to regain myself. My lids patted, I let out a huge sigh as I prepared for the worst with confidence. The game; Can you keep a secret? Appeared on the screen.

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

How you would feel about me keeping such a secret. XXX

Only when I spotted the closed door did I heave a sigh of relief. After that, I quickly dug out the note from the hidden pocket of my coat. A few words were scrawled on the piece of paper. "Quick, escape! Danger!" My heart skipped a beat out of horror. I quickly tore the note into pieces before stuffing it back into the hidden pocket. Then, I pulled out my phone and tapped on a WhatsApp chat box before typing out a message. I made sure to send the coordinates of my location too. When everything was done, I deleted the chat history immediately before placing my phone and my coat in their original positions. Finally, I sighed in relief.

"Sometimes you need to sleep on it. My advice? Don't keep score. It's not a ledger. You can't balance the books of a relationship." I looked at Marcus. He was staring at his cards, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Marcus?" I asked. He looked up. His eyes were clear, serious. "Don't keep secrets," he said. "Ever. Even if you think you're protecting her. Even if you think it will destroy you. The secret is always worse than the truth." The table went quiet. We all knew what he was talking about. The shadow of Sienna, of the masquerade, of the four months of silence.