Good Secrets Novels & Stories

"No more secrets?" “Let me go you fucker idiot, YES No SECRETS AGAIN.” "Liar." "Maybe one or two." "haha, I know you that well."

She ran a hand through her hair— And froze. There was something on her bed. An envelope. Her stomach dropped. Slowly, she approached. Her senses sharpened instinctively. She picked it up slowly. Her fingers trembled just slightly as she slid a single folded paper from inside. She unfolded it. Four words started back at her. I know your secret Her breath stilled instantly.

Greg I have never realized just how exhausting keeping a secret can be. Not because I’m regretting it. Not because I’m not sure. But because apparently the entire state of California has decided that my proposal plans are community property. I stand in the kitchen pretending to look through the fridge while actually checking for the fifteenth time today alone that the ring box is still in my pocket. It’s still there. Good.

Her eyes met his, playful and piercing, and the small smile curling on her lips felt like an invitation, coaxing him closer, making each heartbeat echo loudly in his chest. As he took another cautious step, a loose floorboard beneath him shifted with a gentle pop. Startled, he bent down, revealing a hidden nook beneath the wood. Inside lay a leather-bound ledger, the pages yellowed and soft with age. His pulse jumped. The ledger was thick with secrets—payments from Michael to a man named Raven, cryptic notes that linked the house explosion to a carefully staged insurance scam. The weight of it pressed into his palm, a dangerous, thrilling secret promising the revenge he had long imagined.

The last thing I remembered hearing was, “we got her.” ** |Sean's POV| "She's in the mansion, tied on a chair, in the basement. Two guards are in front of her cell." Jake, one of my men informed. He was standing straight with his hands behind his back. "She killed someone. The sight was gruesome. The man had a dick in his mouth and his face was completed unrecognisable. I'm telling you, boss, this girl's mental." "And we found her outside the club." Travis, another one of my guys added with a nod. I glanced at him before rolling my eyes, "yeah ‘cause that's where I told you you'd find her, idiot."

Gerald then looked at her closely and tried to give her secret through just a glance but apparently Emily still didn't understand either. "So, that's the first explanation, but I'm sure if you have guessed the next secret which is quite big even in my opinion," Gerald muttered at once. Hearing this, Emily didn't understand. Oh, what riddle is this again? "Umm, I'm not good at guessing. So what?" she asked then. You can see the man staring at all the sides that are around them at this time. After Gerald felt safe, he immediately drew closer to Emily. "I.. gay," Gerald answered then and immediately Emily was silent for a moment. Ah, so it seems the secret is...

He knows..... William pov Getting home I saw the package Nathaniel was talking about. I opened it and it was a picture of I and Jade on our first date. On top was written: I know your secret. Shit! He knows! Is that why he is intentionally keeping Jade around? To hurt us? Does he know that I was the one who drove the car? I didn't waste anytime, I rushed to my former work place to check the case again. Was he at the scene? If he was why didn't he say anything?

Deagan was expecting the question, but he was still unsure whether or not to tell him the truth. “Your girlfriend.” He found himself saying. ‘Well looks like the cat’s out the bag’ he thought “What about her?” Aycin’s eyes narrowed, feeling suspicious. “She left something for me,” he informed cryptically. “Really?” Aycin’s pissed-off voice met Deagan’s ear causing him to freeze, “tell me Deagan, what did she give you?” by the tone of his voice, Deagan knew that he was baiting him, Aycin knew exactly what Hazel gave him.

a sweet voice spoke through the phone. The sweetness momentarily froze the cells in his brain. He removed the phone from his ear and checked the caller. But the phone displayed an unknown, unsaved number. He put the phone closer to his ear and asked in a sleep-filled voice, “Who is this?” “Sir, I'm Janiece. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm your newly employed secretary,” she answered with the same sweet tone. “Was I rude to you last night? Did I do anything inappropriate to you?” Karl asked with a little bit of concern. He doesn't trust his drunken self. He doesn't want to put any other lady in Gia's condition and have double problems.