Francis The Secret History Novels & Stories

So there isn't much information I can get, neither do I know anyone other than the rulers of the lands, who also hate me after I said his son to fuck off. We would reach Blood Stone in 30 minutes or so since we're in a helicopter. My head kept replaying Malcom's grey mist, that black shadow going back into Dawn's body. "Umm..dad, you saw what Malcom did back there didn't you. Before the ceremony and Malcom's attack on the palace, in that box, you knew what was in it before giving it to me. Why did you decide to hide this secret for so long, that mom was a witch ?"He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily, his eyes held shame and regret as he looked at me

“Everything I’ve done, every move you’ve noticed—it wasn’t for me. It was for someone else. Someone patient. Someone careful.” Adrian’s eyes flickered slightly, but his face betrayed nothing. He had already begun piecing the puzzle together from the fragments Vincent had left behind. Nathan Hale. The name had been whispered by his investigator, and now every clue Vincent dropped confirmed it. Yet, Adrian didn’t speak. He waited. Patience, as always, was his weapon.

"Enough, Francis. When you were hesitating, you had already made your choice. It was clear that you had chosen Heidi. You're only saying all these things now to avoid facing the truth. "Coming to me now and acting like you're still deeply in love is meaningless. We have our own lives to live now. Stop disturbing me." But Francis refused to give up. He shouted angrily, "No, I can't forget. I can't let it go." I stared at him in shock. Suddenly, it became clear to me that he was deranged. He was the one who threw everything away in the previous life, and now he regrets it. It seemed that Francis never cherished what he had until he lost it.

The people became surprised at his greeting. ‘It’s you!’ Ildiko exclaimed, and Hadrian put a finger against his lips, telling him to keep quiet about his identity. ‘I am called Francis.’ Hadrian answered. ‘I was caught loitering in the palace and was suspected of spying, so they brought me here.’ Ildiko laughed heartily at his reason. ‘You are a very bold one, indeed.’ He laughed. ‘Very bold in fact, you were able to spit in their faces. ‘Where are the others?’ Hadrian asked Ildiko.

As we moved deeper into the mansion, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was stepping into something far more complicated than I’d expected. Something about this place, about Richard, about everything, felt heavy with secrets and expectations. And yet, I followed him. MAX POV I walked through the supermarket aisles, scanning the neatly arranged shelves until I found what I was looking for…a fruit bouquet. The bright colors of the fruits, expertly cut into flower shapes, made it look more like a gift than something edible. It was perfect. Mr. Johnson wouldn’t suspect a thing. I smirked as I picked it up, the weight of the bouquet firm in my hand. This little gift was more than just a token of

I stared down at the document and couldn’t help flipping and scheming on the first few pages. It took me a second to realize the room had fell silent again. The man who had been presenting spoke in rapid French but I just knew I was the topic. Had I done something wrong? Immediately tensed up. “English,” One word but the warning was clear. The man fell quiet, seeming to chew over it. “I think Mr Marcello’s concern is valid, those are private documents and this is a private meeting.” another man spoke up, clear and confident. A beat of silence passed then Ryan placed down the now empty side plate.

Keep recording. Independent counsel: Do not share. Do not comment. Do not forward beyond Legal/counsel. The host resumed. “We will not stop at donors and stamps,” he said. “We will reveal the human angle, because human angles are what systems eat.” My stomach dropped. The screen switched to a blurred photo—Noah outside the school gates, backpack strap visible, face partially obscured. The caption read: THE HEIR OF SECRETS. I stood up so fast the chair scraped. I hated the sound. I hated that I’d made it.

“What did you do?” I hesitated. Everything. I had let him get close, then pushed him away. I had kept secrets, given him half-truths, and made him feel like he was just another pawn in my world of power plays. I had given him every reason to leave. But I couldn’t say all of that to his sister. I leaned forward, pressing my fingers against my temple. “It’s complicated.” Emma let out an annoyed sigh. “Men are so damn stupid.” I blinked. “Excuse me?”

Months of planning had led to this–even though it didn't go exactly as he'd planned. With a few strokes, George created a hidden backdoor, granting himself unauthorised access. The transactions would be subtle.... unnoticed. "There," he whispered, satisfied. "You'll never even know it's gone." Just then, an email notification popped up and he clicked on it. It was from Vivian Marc. George opened the attachment and scanned the contents, his expression remaining neutral. Satisfied with it, he hit print and the printed whirred to life. As it spewed out the pages, he gathered the documents and reviewed them carefully, his eyes scanning each line, each word before he signed with precision.

“That’s me!” Francis crossed his arms, appraised her, and said with distrust, “You’ve got the looks. I just hope that your skills match up to your pretty face.” The moment Rose saw Francis, she knew that the issues that Eminent Honor was facing were not simple. Francis Greene graduated from a prestigious American university. Ever since they were kids, Old Man Severe had always used Francis as an example to inspire Angeline and Zayne’s education. Rose shifted her gaze to Zayne. After not seeing him for many years, Zayne’s carefree childishness had faded. He now seemed more mature and steady.