Good Secrets Novels & Stories

“I’ve worked for you long enough to read the pauses.” Naomi smirked. “Maybe you should be the one making the closing arguments.” Sandra tilted her head with a knowing grin. “Isn’t that what you’re already doing? Piece by piece… Secrets Unfold, right?” Naomi blinked. “You remember the name?” “Hard to forget when it’s what you’re living.” Naomi picked up a glass and stared into it like it held some kind of answer. Secrets Unfold. Yes. That’s exactly what today felt like. A day where hidden feelings peeked through smiles, where silence told louder truths than words.

Okay, so maybe that drawer wasn’t going to hold any secrets she’d be interested in. “Third time is a charm,” Violet whispered and opened the last draw on the left side. “If I was an alcoholic,” she breathed when she saw all that it held was a large wide bottle of something no doubt alcoholic and a couple of glasses. “Damn it,” she said and turned to the right side and opened the first drawer. It was filled with blank paper and note pads. The second jerked with a loud knock as she tried to open it. Locked. Licking her lips, Violet once more glanced back to the door then down at the drawer. The keyhole was obvious. She wasn’t sure how she missed it.

“Secrets keep people alive.” I frowned. “That’s a terrible way to live.” “It is.” For the first time since I’d met her, genuine sadness appeared in her eyes. “It truly is.” She reached into her handbag and removed a small envelope. She slid it across the table toward me. I looked at it but didn’t touch it. “What’s that?” “Information.” “About Cole?” “No.” “Then what?” “About security.” I slowly opened the envelope. Inside were three private security contacts and information for a prestigious school specializing in child protection.

Lorenzo took a sneak inside. Kira tried to pick the lock, she was terrible at it but eventually, it was a success. We crept in as the door opened, just in time to hear Lorenzo murmuring to himself, drawers opening, and papers shuffled. We took a quick look around the bend. Even Nico was unaware that Camille had a separate storage room. It looked like A secret nest. Awards. Love letters. Images. Files. " My God! She has a whole shrine to herself." Lorenzo opened an old chest and revealed a fake bottom.

I was so engrossed in trying to get more secrets from Sean that I didn't even think about that. Not just me; it might be devastating if poor Kelly discovers that the man he's been parading about with is not even his Father. I stopped worrying about Kelly when I saw the estate security approaching my car. The last thing I hated the most was being questioned by someone below my class. It might be messier knowing that the securities are on Red Alert after the last robbery. I finally drove to my mansion and parked in the garage. I didn't step down immediately. Rather, I stood back inside the car to nurse the hole in my heart.

My heart was racing in its cage, I was on a death list, over nothing. I had just learnt a rich man’s secret. "Come on, we need to get out of..." he couldn't finish talking. He was interrupted by the sudden trembling of his hands. "What's wrong?!" I panicked, listening to his breathing quicken.

Chapter 193 Ellie The one thing you can always be certain of is where truth is concerned is that ; the truth will always come out no matter how hard you try to hide something it always shows up in the end. The trick to concealing things is to ; hide them in plain sight . When someone doesn't see something out of place, they won't suspect something is wrong or odd. It's like getting one of those apps that look like any other app but when you open it there is a secret pin or a volt that you have to enter to access the content . Some apps look like the normal apps you use but there are secret folders; tracking apps and accountability apps. The secrets that don't come out are the ones you know

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.

Ruth suspected that Giselle fully believed the dating rumor about Demi and Apollo, but she did not dare to voice it. Joel helplessly said, “How can you keep anything a secret? It would be a small miracle if you actually succeeded in keeping a secret! Besides, since they came together, it means that they want to make it public!” Giselle’s smile suddenly disappeared. She turned to Joel. “Are you saying I have a big mouth?” Although Joel’s survival instinct kicked in a bit late, he said, “No, I was talking about the last part.”

I ask when I saw Black putting his hand at Keiko's back. "Huh? Of course not! Why did you ask?" he awkwardly laughs as he said that. I raised a brow but said nothing. I am becoming more suspicious about all the people who will and are about to approach me. Secrets. Some secrets are for the better, some are for the worst. I don't want to experience such. Neither for the better nor the worst. It's still a secret that can hurt you like hell. It's like living in a hell full of agony and hatred. That was like it.