Good Secrets Novels & Stories

Tom mused internally as he watched one of Grossman’s meaty henchmen shift his weight from foot to foot. The masks of fake politeness were properly off between them. But Mikhail Grossman was still Tom’s generous employer, and Tom - his overpaid, cocky but irreplaceable IT genius. It was still a mystery to Tom why Grossman suddenly became so suspicious. He had a vague idea it was something to do with Vlad, or maybe Leila being his fiancée. Nobody seemed to inform Grossman what had happened a few hours ago in Vlad’s office, and Tom didn’t feel their meeting was the occasion to break the bad news. He was calmly watching Grossman pace like a caged animal, oblivious to the secret symphony Tom cond

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.

"And we're getting along swimmingly." "Impossible! He'd never fall for a girl like you!" Without missing a beat, I answered, "Just because you failed to win him over doesn't mean I failed." Gilbert pulled his arm out and left us. Joan laughed until she nearly choked. "You nearly got me there." Even Jonathan shared the hilarity. "He ditched you, girl. I don't mind sleeping with one more woman, though." I shot him a glare. "Sorry, but I'm a germaphobe."

My heart was still racing. I opened my notebook, the one hidden beneath my pillow and flipped to a fresh page. At the top, I wrote in capital letters: The Second Secret. Then, beneath it: Vanessa and Kyle are working together. Fraud through MorganTech. Secret accounts. Adrian’s money involved. My handwriting looked almost foreign to me, as if someone else had written it. My pulse refused to slow down. I transferred the photos from my phone to my laptop and encrypted them under a hidden folder labeled “Recipes.” It was almost poetic. No one ever looked there.

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

“Get your ass out here before I call your mother, your therapist, and the damn Pope!” Still, I didn’t open the door. I didn’t eat. Didn’t shower. Didn’t speak. I just laid there—blanket over my head, curtains drawn tight, the world shut out completely. No phone. No light. No music. Not even TV. Just me and my disgusting truth. I was that girl. The one who slept with her best friend’s brother. The one who kept it a secret. For over a year. I told myself it didn’t mean anything. That I was just a body to Mason. Just a convenience.

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