Forgotten Secrets Novels & Stories

“There are secrets even the Alpha doesn’t know. Secrets meant to stay buried.” “Not if they’re coming back to kill us,” she snapped. Lucien’s jaw clenched. “Then come with me.” The Forgotten Archive was a chamber buried deep beneath the Midnight Pack’s temple only accessible by blood and rank. Lucien sliced his palm, pressing it to the old seal. The stone door creaked open. Inside were scrolls, bound books with chains, and relics pulsing with ancient power. Aria followed closely. Lucien lit a lantern and walked straight to the farthest shelf. He pulled a locked book from the wall.

"Why is everyone keeping secrets from me?! I don't fucking care if it's about my past, but almost every person who kept a secret from me is in a company that is working for us... It will affect my future—! Even my mother—!" "I'm Zacharias Craig," he cuts me off... "Just Craig." I stopped my words as my eyes widened. The name is familiar, but why couldn't I remember? All I remember was a child named Zach... and... and Azazel... but I don't remember any of their faces. "What else happened after that?" "You have a second past, and that's the past you've forgotten. I made more memories with you in that past." Zacharias said, trying to compose himself.

I chuckled He encircled his arms around my waist and faced me in front of him. “What made you think that I will I let you build our house?” He whispered, “I will be the one who provides you things you need, as well as our future children.” Children huh? “Children? You already planned my future, huh?” “Of course,” he chuckled huskily “If ever we have a child, I will hide them from you! Such are the ones I read in the book. I think it was so cool.” I just laughed at what I thought That’s what always happened in the book, the main character will hide their child, then they will meet after a few years. But when Beauden and I don't meet, I don't need him anymore! char

I pursued my older sister’s best friend relentlessly for three whole years before she finally agreed to a secret relationship with me. However, after five hidden years together, right as I was preparing to propose, I overheard a conversation between her and her friends. "Your first love is about to return to the country. How do you plan to handle that substitute boyfriend of yours?" "Make sure you have a solid excuse when you break up with him. Don't make it too ugly, or Cora will never forgive you if she finds out her little brother got hurt." After a long silence, she made her decision. "Then I'll just fake amnesia. I'll pretend I forgot the past five years. Since it was a secret relat

She could feel it inside her, a tremor in her bones, a pull at her very soul. Lucien’s eyes, usually so unreadable, were narrowed now, his gaze sharp, focused. He didn’t speak right away, his expression darkening, as though the weight of his knowledge was a burden he hadn’t wanted to share. But he knew, Mae had to understand. “The Unseen,” he said, his voice low, the words weighted with centuries of truth. “Or, as they were once called, the Forgotten.” Mae’s heart skipped a beat, the name ringing through her like a bell, resonating in the pit of her stomach. “Forgotten? What do you mean?” She stepped closer to him, her breath catching in her throat. “What are they?”

My fingertips hover above her cheek as I remember summer nights when touching her wasn’t complicated by years of bitterness. Five years ago, her brother stole everything from me—my business, my reputation, nearly my life. Tonight, fate delivered his most precious possession directly into my hands. Complete amnesia. The words echo through my mind and settle like foundation stones beneath a plan that forms with each passing second. “If you don’t remember who you are,” I whisper to her sleeping form, “then I’ll tell you exactly who you need to be.” A wedding ring sits heavy in my pocket—a prop from an undercover operation last year that I had Mateo fetch. Perfect for convincing a woman with no

“Damon, at least finish your breakfast. You barely touched it.” “I’m in a hurry,” I said, already heading for the stairs. Guilt gnawed at me—her hurt expression, the way she tried to keep things normal despite my secrets. But I couldn’t tell her about Anna, not yet. It would shatter her, and I wasn’t ready to lose her. Not until I secured my heir. I threw on a black jacket and jeans, my movements quick, driven by the need to find answers. Kissing Sophie goodbye, I ignored the pang in my chest as her lips brushed mine, soft and trusting.

And then ,she forced herself to inhale slowly. Ten years; Ten years had passed since the accident. Ten years since the secret that tied four lives together in ways none of them had ever imagined. They had all agreed to move on, to forget, to bury the past where it belonged. But Emma had never truly managed to bury it. Some nights she still woke up with her heart racing, convinced she could hear the dull thud again, the sound that had changed everything. She turned away from the window and walked back toward the kitchen counter. Her phone lay there beside a half-finished cup of tea. The screen suddenly lit up;

he whispered. Aeliana’s hands curled into tight fists at her sides. He doesn’t want me to remember because he’s afraid I’ll use it against him—afraid I’ll expose him or demand a divorce. “There are no secrets that remain hidden forever, Silvanus.” “I know,” Silvanus said softly. “That’s why—for your sake—I hope you never remember your past.” “Why?” Her voice trembled, anger and confusion intertwining. Is it because you don’t want me to see your betrayal with my own eyes?

I picked it up, hands trembling: “You think you know the past. But the past is only the beginning. Watch your step. Every secret has a cost.” I sank to the floor, the folder open before me, every revelation pressing down like stones on my chest. Cassandra wasn’t finished. She was everywhere, in every shadow, and in every whisper. And I realized, with a shiver I couldn’t shake, that the secrets I had uncovered were only the first move in a game that could end in ruin or worse.