Forgotten Secrets Novels & Stories

I turned to him and noticed he was snacking on potato chips. Something suddenly hit me. I hit my forehead softly.“Oh no.” Blake looked at me “What is it this time” “The potato chips.” “What potato chips?” he asked, confused. “The twins’. They specifically begged me not to forget.” “They’ve been talking about those barbecue-flavored potato chips since last week. And I completely forgot, They will kill me.” “They won’t, Athena.” He smiled.“You brought every other thing.” I shook my head.“They made me promise.” Blake looked toward the stage. The speeches were still going.

I dissolved into quiet cries. Stacy wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me to her. I grabbed her shirt and cried into her shoulder. My heart felt like it was tearing into pieces. Whatever was left of it. Taking a deep breath, I let go of Stacy and stood up. I felt weak but I needed to move. Walking over to the wall of windows, I looked out over the stormy street. Every time my chest rose and fell, it hurt but I was able to hold back the flow of tears. After a while, Dr. Walters put down his pen. “This is an interesting addition to my research. I hadn’t come across a medically induced memory loss. It explains why your subconscious knew and was happily willing to provide the memories

Ella's POV We followed Edward through the labyrinthine corridors of his mansion, our steps echoing in the silence, we arrived at a forgotten corner—a room concealed behind a grand oak door. The air within was heavy with the scent of aged parchment and forgotten knowledge. "This," Edward murmured, his voice hushed and reverent, "is where the secrets of our kind are buried—the hidden stories that hold the key to our past." My eyes widened as I beheld row upon row of towering bookshelves, their shelves groaning under the weight of countless times. It was a treasure trove of forgotten tales, waiting to be discovered.

--- A Forgotten Path The journey began at dusk. Lena, Cassian, Mira, Dorian, and Idris rode out under the dying light, cloaks pulled tight against the chill. They rode toward the Forgotten Path—a place that had once been swallowed by the Rift now left untouched in the wake of its collapse. It was the only place the Remnant could have hidden. The only place left to search. Mira rode beside Lena, her expression unreadable. “So. We’re going straight into the place where reality is already broken.”

He took the bank card and held it firmly in his palm before walking out angrily. His secretary followed behind him and asked cautiously. “Sir, where are you going?” Cleo frowned and hissed out the words between his teeth. “Vinland.” At Cleo’s words, his secretary quickly booked the earliest flight to Vinland. Cleo never got any shut-eye throughout the entire flight. His mind was in disarray. Countless scenes flashed across his mind, mingled with all kinds of conflicting feelings. When he was playing with six-year-old Cecil in the park, he remembered being happy.

“It is an ancient one. One that decides the fate of our world. The details are not well known. A couple of Viktor’s friends are going to the vault to go over the prophecy.” “Is this something you aren’t supposed to talk to me about? I understand if you can’t, I don’t want you to get into trouble.” “I will tell you everything that I can. I don’t want to keep secrets from you, and I want you to trust me with yours. I know you have things that are difficult for you to talk about, and I won’t force it out of you. I want you to tell me when you are ready, but know that nothing you say will ever change how much I love you. I will always be here for you, and I will do anything to protect you. I wil

Nichole gave me an apologetic look even though she was hurt as well. Dumpp!! In the middle of our heated argument, we heard a loud sound which made us shriek extremely. "What the heck is this?" Natasha asked dramatically but her guts shut down when she saw Blake who threw the book on the table. "Read the book and find the details. Don't bother her again." He threw a murderous look to everyone particularly towards Natasha before made his way God knows where. "Rude much." I heard her mutter under her breath before she took the book "The Hidden Secrets" from the table and flipped the first page.

Is an answer I didn't know I had. "Forget what?" The brown-haired girl queries as we both inspect everything else but each other. "Forget that he has a sinister past. That he murdered his parents. Including a lot more people. As well as him being immortal and that he's genetically modified. Maybe that huh?" I answer finally sitting up and watching her reaction.

Even so, stories travelled through families, businesses, social gatherings, and places where people never expected secrets to survive. "Yeah," I replied impatiently, my irritation showing at his surprise. Most people, not all, knew about my situation no matter how hard the Winchester family tried to hide it. That was one reason they had sent me abroad for my studies, keeping me away from unnecessary attention. But secrets rarely remained buried forever, especially inside families where servants, workers, friends, and acquaintances noticed everything. Like people often said, walls had ears, and there was hardly any secret that remained completely hidden under the sun.

Someone said to me "You are running out of time Amara." I said "I know." The person said "If they find you" I said "They will not." A screen appeared in front of me. It was full of lines of code and encrypted files and names and locations. This was all the information that Blackwood had tried to hide. This was all the information that they never wanted anyone to find. My breath came quickly. I whispered "I have it." The person said " get out now." I said "I will." I saw another memory.