Francis The Secret History Novels & Stories

Stupid lips! Good thing Rex was now more focused on swinging the box open. A low anguished moan—loud enough that Emily could hear—tore from his throat as he tried to open it . “Fucking kit!” Rex mumbled, his deep, cold voice laced with frustration . It was the first time that Emily had ever heard ‘The Almighty Rex Hale’ curse. And if she were to admit– She found it… unusually hot . Which was absolutely wrong! Immediately, she snapped out of her fascination and moved closer to him . Fed up with his ego and pride .“That's it. I'm helping.”

"We can't do this. Not anymore. You're my stepbrother now." He chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated through me. "Stepbrother," he repeated, tasting the word. "Doesn't change what happened last night. Or how much you moaned my name." His hand brushed my lower back subtly, fingers tracing the curve of my spine through my shirt. I stepped away, heat pooling in my groin despite myself. "This is serious," I hissed. "My dad... your mom... if they find out—" "They won't," he interrupted, popping a strawberry into his mouth with casual grace. "Unless you can't handle a little secret." His dark eyes challenged me, daring me to push back.

I stated, “Sophie needs her or you need her, I saw that little kiss you shared, the rest of them may be blind but not me” I groaned in frustration, “That’s none of your business Camile, my relationship is none of your goddamn business, I don't owe you an explanation for anything, I saved you and you wouldn't leave, I gave you a job! Stick to it” I said, I looked at her in anger, her presence in my home irritated me. I wanted her gone, but she knows my secret and probably has it hidden somewhere. A secret I can't afford to let anyone know, “Nico” she started before stepping closer to me, “what about us” she asked, her eyes soft as she slid her hands up my chest, sending shocks around my body,

The secrets she had kept hidden, the lies she had spun, all came crashing down around us like a house of cards. It started with a whispered confession, as Sarah, tears streaming down her face, revealed the extent of her involvement with the clandestine organization known as the Syndicate. She had been coerced into joining their ranks, manipulated by promises of power and protection. But as her loyalty wavered, she realized the true nature of their agenda—a world built on corruption, greed, and the sacrifice of innocent lives.

Several fucking rooms filled with people who just wanted to fuck the horniness out of each other. That was the category I fell into today. I needed to fuck someone. To let it all out, then go back home and be fucking normal again. And Francis would keep this secret because, oh well, I might have walked in on him with another man. Under another man. No shame, but this just meant we both had secrets with the other person which seemed better for Francis than him always asking me, drunk, who I have told. There was a long line of doors I walked down that eventually led to another open area where I immediately spotted Francis. And next to him was a dark-haired lady nursing a bottle of whiskey.

At Leia's question, Mark flinches, cold sweat dripping down his face as his words are hung in his throat. He tightly grips his salad fork but slowly lowers it, and with one hand starts undoing his button and clears his throat. *Well, you see, a magician never reveals his secret," he answers. Secret? Leia scoffs while repeating the word in her head over and over again. She could take a rough guess but preferred to hear it from him, however, that guilty chuckle from him tells her he wasn't planning to reveal it any minute soon. "Hmm, I'm surprised," she nods with a frown.

And in his heart… something dangerous had begun to brew. As Francis sat alone in his study that night, the humiliation of the day still fresh like an open wound, his fingers gripped the edge of his chair tightly. Yet even as his anger swirled like a storm within him, his mind betrayed him—pulling him back to a time that was soft, simple, and innocent. A gentle smile crept onto his face, despite himself. "Linet..." He remembered the mango tree that stood tall at the back of their village school. It was their secret place. That’s where it all began.

I sensed that she was sad too because Francis didn't even notice her. She took her eyes off him and pick up her phone again. Surprisingly, Shortly after she stopped looking at Francis, Francis glare and stared at her with so much keen. What? Francis likes her too.. I bet he didn't know I was watching him. He would have stopped watching her assuming he noticed my presence. But no, he was engrossed. They were each other secret admirer. That's so sweet. Francis - Francisca... That's sounds so lovely and compatible.

"Yes." Francis released my leg. But he suddenly climbed up on the table with me. He stood tall above me and stared down at me, looking for the fear in my eyes, and he saw it. "If you decide it isn't enough for you anymore, remember your own words, Amber." I nodded slowly, "what are your own words?" "His secrets are mine, and my secrets, his." He let out a small smile, his gaze never leaving my face. "Are you sure?"

Now all too weak to even stand and currently in a state of shock from what he just heard and learn. “That is why I am telling you in the first place that I do not need to grovel in front of that woman. It is just you who wanted me to do such a disgraceful thing.” Francis finds the upper hand against Beatrice. Now all proud with his sly smile and plans that are brewing perfectly inside his mind. Finally showing his trump card and the secret that he knew and had just been keeping still while acting as the perfect politician and husband in front of his wife and to the people.