Good Secrets Novels & Stories

For a moment, I wanted to confess everything to him. Right as I opened my mouth, my phone on the table buzzed. I checked it without thinking. It was a message from Leonard: [Surprise check. Take a photo right now and show me if you're wearing panties.] After the message, he also sent a photo of his own body, revealing the very part that could drive me wild. The angle made it look especially big and intimidating. My face turned red, and my heart raced. I quickly looked up at Garrett. Luckily, he did not notice anything. He just kept cutting his steak and pouring wine for both of us.

“It’s fine. Day was good. Busy. I’m actually out celebrating with a friend right now.” “Ohhh, nice! Who?” “Just someone from the firm. We’re grabbing drinks. I’ll probably crash at his place tonight. See you tomorrow?” “Cool, yeah. Have fun. Proud of you, CK.” “Thanks. Night.” I hang up. We look at each other, eyes meeting in shared secrecy. Both chuckle—low, guilty, relieved. Selene raises her glass, the wine catching the light. “To secrets.” I clink mine against hers, the glass ringing softly. “To secrets.”

Sadiqah said and slammed the door behind her, she opened the gift and saw a neatly home made cookies and a bottle of yogurt “Cookies... For an adult... This woman is from the bush... Where does Musadiq pick her from? And to him, he has the best civilized wife in the world ... Bush people.” She said and hissed , she picked one of the cookies and took a bite. “She cannot poison it abi?” She asked herself. “Hummm, it taste nice ... Sha...” she said and took another bite of it ... Her love for cookies. ......... ...... ....... She folded her hands around him as soon as he wanted to leave the bedroom. He had only come to see her that morning before going to work since Habeebullah is now on holida

Grayson’s body tensed. “Stay calm, let me see.” He walked to the door and opened it slowly. A delivery man? No. Masked. A small figure holding an envelope. I stepped forward and took it. “Again?” Grayson shook his head. “Uh-oh what’s inside?” I opened it carefully. Inside A tiny USB stick. New. A label attached: Do not trust anyone. One more secret inside. Marcus groaned. “Oh no more secrets?” My fingers tightened around it.

"Unbelievable! You're ruining your big day! Apologize to your husband right now!" Gilbert held my hand, and we both ascended the stage. "You'd hit your own daughter over 1.5 million. Well, then I offer double, but I want you to never touch Katherine again. Deal?" My mother's eyes lit up, and she nodded profusely. Happy with the answer, Gilbert descended the stage, holding my hand. "Ah, of course, the money is only for Katherine. You're not touching any of it." That hit Joan hard. She had a mental breakdown and roared like something that was between human and animal.

I snapped sarcastically, gripping the wine glass tighter and waited for he to drop the bombshell. She leaned in close, the fake warmth vanishing from her voice. “ I know you don't ride cocks like my brother's so I'll spare you a little secret, Infact all of his secrets.” She whispered with a wave of her hand behind her lips and came closer. “Every twisted little thing he's hiding—they’re locked in a safe. In his room, The passcode’s his birthday, reversed.” My eyes narrowed. “Why are you telling me this?” She shrugged like it was the weather forecast. “Because you’re his weakness now, whether you like it or not and because he killed our mother. You can use that passcode to destroy him in a b

"Relax, we're just pretending, remember?" He didn't reply, just watched me with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me, into the part of me that was starting to get lost in our performance. The cameras flashed, a strobe light of our perfect fairytale life. We were the "perfect couple," living a lie so grand it felt almost real. But behind the smiles and the designer clothes, we were two broken people with a secret that could destroy everything. Suddenly, a woman with a sleek blonde bob and a killer red dress approached. Her features were sharp and elegant, and I guessed she had some Western blood in her. She hugged Eavon tightly, her eyes sizing me up with an unnerving inten

Clothes, jewelry, documents… each item was packed into boxes. Watching the traces of my life vanish bit by bit, I stood in the living room, my heart devoid of any emotion. Right at this moment, the phone rang once again. "Lola, transfer fifty thousand dollars to me. Mandy's eyeing a bag, and I promised to buy it for her." His tone was a matter of course, without even a single sentence of preamble. I fell silent for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed. "Harrison, are you certain you want to borrow money from me just to buy a gift for another woman?"

He then says something again, but it’s indecipherable. He coughs lightly and says something once more, that this time leaves us all confused, and me worried. “Deadly Secrets Of The CEO.” Jimmy’s voice comes out clear as he smiles while sleeping.

Like she was anchoring us both to something real again. We cried again, but this time it felt different. Softer. Healing. Like we were patching something that had been quietly breaking for weeks. When we pulled apart, she wiped her face with the sleeve of her hoodie and exhaled. “How the hell did you even keep this a secret from me?” I let out a weak, watery laugh. “I’m good at hiding things I’m ashamed of.” She shook her head. “Or maybe I just didn’t want to see it. Like, deep down I knew something was off, but I didn’t want it to be this. I didn’t want it to be… you two.”