Forgotten Secrets Novels & Stories

I looked at him for a split second, hesitating and then finally, I opened up to him. "My parents were scientists, the best in their field and by that time, they were working on a government-funded AI security protocol. Seven years ago, the lab exploded. Everyone said it was a gas leak but that story never added up. Every file they had worked on, every trace of their work just disappeared. So did my parents." “That’s why you don’t trust anyone.” "Not just anyone. A person that has too many secrets." I said softly and watched as he stood up and walked closer to me and then he knelt in front of me.

His darkened eyes of the deepest brown glistened in the light as he looked to the King on his throne. "My Lord the King," he said, taking a knee, then arising. "Following Colonel Ibori's disappearance and the subsequent loss of the map related to the final stage of the Eternity Project, we searched his tent for the stolen documents. While we failed to recover the project, we did find something of use to us. The Colonel had left in a hurry. He left his coat and in it a letter to an unspecified contact requesting a meeting. It seems that Colonel Ibori had been passing classified information and state secrets on to this man who we now know to be an associate of at least a subset of the remainin

The grandfather clock in the grand hallway of the Silvercrest packhouse struck midnight, its heavy, rhythmic ticks echoing like a countdown through the silent room. Evelyn Vance sat perfectly still on the edge of the leather armchair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The silver band on her left ring finger felt exceptionally heavy tonight, cold against her skin. Three years. For exactly one thousand and ninety-five days, she had worn that ring, and for those exact same days, she had been a ghost in her own home.

They had spent years tearing Elara apart piece by piece, years treating her as an outsider, years refusing to accept her existence. Their resentment had never disappeared. Their ambition had never died. Even now, they were sharpening their knives and preparing their next move. Three sides... One woman... One secret... One truth buried beneath ten years of lies... And beneath all of it, the ocean still remembered. It remembered the blood staining the sand, the death, and it remembered the truth. A truth that had slept undisturbed for ten long years. But secrets were like storms. No matter how deeply they were buried, no matter how carefully they were hidden, they always found a way back to th

The glow from the screens flickered against Theodore’s sharp features, casting his face in hues of blue and green. His fingers danced rapidly across the keyboard, eyes narrowing as lines of code unraveled before him. “There’s more going on than we thought,” he muttered, his voice tight with urgency. “More than just memory loss?” asked Maya, sitting close, her concern etched in every wrinkle of her brow. Theodore glanced at her, then back at the screen. “Much more.” He clicked, pulling open a hidden folder labeled Project Forget. “This isn’t accidental. It’s deliberate.”

Within this confinement of my own contemplation, I am forced to confront the brutal truth of my being, stripped of any flicker of hope or chance for release. In this bleak and desolate cellar, the walls bear the marks of time, their once vibrant colors now faded and dull. The air is thick with the scent of decay, a constant reminder of the life I once knew. The only sound that echoes through the darkness is the haunting whisper of my breath, a solitary companion in this forsaken place. My days of laughter are long gone, replaced by the suffocating silence that engulfs me. The world above, once filled with life and color, now feels like a distant memory that I can barely recall. It's as if I'

Well, I'm the fucking Devil, and I will make people roar in fear of me. I'll be the dark fog engulfing the room, with nothing to lose and so much to gain. Like smoke, destroying everything it comes into contact with, until, all that remains is the aberrant odour of my contamination. My name is Sandro Peker, and you can read about my mission in the upcoming instalment of... Hidden Secrets: Forbidden Heirs.

He said referring to June. " That's right...you have to come on strong like that." I chuckled. " That has to be...no, so that's the secrets you have," I showed him the files I had. " It will be fun peeling them off one by one." He collected the paper from my hand and tore it piece by piece,throwing it up,Then walks away. " Matters regarding Jade's father, I'll think about that slowly." I said before he stepped out. _____________

"The Forgotten’s magic lingers. They never wanted outsiders to enter. It’s designed to deceive and break you before you even reach them." Eve’s pulse quickened as a strange familiarity stirred within her. She had never been here before—had she? Yet something about the whispers in the wind, the way the trees leaned inward, felt like a distant memory pressing against her mind. She clenched her fists. Whatever secrets lay ahead, she had no choice but to face them. The deeper they ventured, the more oppressive the air became. Eve’s ears rang with an eerie sound, like voices carried by the wind. At first, she thought she was imagining it, but then—there it was again. A faint whisper, almost like

Mercer looked like a man witnessing the end of a prophecy. The fractures in reality suddenly froze. Every timeline became still. Every possibility paused. Hope gasped. Her eyes widened. And tears filled them instantly. "He's lonely." Nobody understood. Except Mercer. Because the moment she spoke— He remembered something hidden deep within the oldest ORIGIN files. A warning. One sentence buried beneath centuries of erased data. Never wake the Forgotten One. Mercer's blood ran cold. --- Inside the Void The darkness condensed. Reality bent. Stars appeared. Not ordinary stars.