I Know A Secret Novels & Stories

The message glowed on the screen—short, simple, and enough to pull my full attention. “I know your secret.” There was a location attached beneath the words. My lips parted slightly, a faint chuckle escaping. “Interesting,” I murmured. My secret? I smiled to myself. “Let’s see how much he really knows.”

There was an underlying message. "What do you mean?" he asked. I looked. "You know a couple of secrets?" I stared and got lost in my mind for a moment. Did I know secrets? Hell yeah I did. I knew who Amy and Mya's mother was. I knew the truth about baby Aaron's paternity test. And I knew about Chad and Amy's secret romance. So yeah...I knew some secrets. I looked over at Justin. "Did you know who Chad's first girlfriend was?" He looked at me for a moment, and then looked away.

I start, trying to catch myself from completely falling apart, “There is something I need to tell you.” “What do you need to tell me?” “That secret.” “The kitchen secret?” “Yes, that secret.” “Tell me I like secrets.” “Well, I have this problem.” “A problem?” “It's not really a problem.” “It's a good problem?” “Yes, something like that.” “How can a secret be a problem.” “Okay, it's just a secret.” “Are you sure?” “Sure about what?” “That the secret is a secret and not a good problem.” “You are confusing me.”

She asked her mother who chuckled. “ Gerald is under my nails honey, his precious secrets lie here with me,” she said holding her chest as she smiled. “ what’s this secret that you don’t want to share with me?” She asks for Martha to smile. “When a secret is more than two people then it’s no secret honey. Just don’t worry, that alone is our key to getting whatever we want from him.” She said for Kayla to smile.

"I’ve been meaning to ask—what’s your secret? You barely break a sweat no matter how hard I push you." I hesitated, the question hanging in the air between us. He meant it casually, probably expecting an answer about protein shakes or a strict routine. But the truth was clawing at the edges of my control, desperate to be let out. "Good genetics," I said with a tight smile, hoping he’d let it go. Alex tilted his head, unconvinced. His gaze lingered, searching my face for something I couldn’t let him find. Then, just as the silence began to stretch too long, he nodded.

By Igna s, that person knew her secret! She had to find out whosoever that person was and ensure they stay quiet forever.

"That means he holds a secret he cannot allow anyone to discover. And whatever that secret is, Hailey and Keegan must have stumbled onto it." A sharp light flashed in his eyes. He struck the desk with his palm. "What is the greatest secret in the apocalypse? Resources." He leaned forward. "The massive shipment missing from Volmart… It's in his hands. And he is hiding it with some kind of spatial ability!"

“Then she’ll know!” “Know what?” I ask. “She already knows there’s something to know!” Alvin protests, pointing his finger up at me. “But she doesn’t know what it is that she doesn’t know that she could know!” Ian starts, taking a breath to add more. “Okay!” I say, breaking in. “What is it? Just tell me now.” Alvin grins up at me, apparently deciding for the two of them to let me in on whatever little secret they’ve got brewing. “Want to see our secret spot, mama?” he asks, eager.

Rafe inquires, concern evident. "I'm fine, thanks," I assure him, acknowledging the complexity of our situation. "What do you mean?" Rafe probes, sensing an underlying message in my words. "I have a significant secret to share," I begin, Rafe's attention fully on me, eager for my revelation.

Autumn had never truly believed in keeping secrets, lying, or avoiding reality. She knew she wasn't perfect—she'd told her share of little white lies, hidden things from her aunt, covered up crushes, failed quizzes, even fibbed about where she’d been after curfew back when she used to hang out with Calvin. But this? This was something else entirely. This secret throbbed in her chest like a second heartbeat, heavy and insistent, every time she glanced at the man lying in the spare bedroom. It was the kind of secret that demanded attention, refusing to be buried beneath ordinary worries.