I Know A Secret Novels & Stories

“I thought finding out she was his daughter would ruin everything.” My eyes dropped back to the report in my hands. “But this…?” My voice cracked. “This is worse. Oh goodness!” I looked up at Homer again, my expression searching, almost desperate. “Who else knows?” I asked quietly. “Just me.” He said. “And now me?” I added weakly. He nodded. “Yes.” A secret like this wasn't just information. It was a bomb. And I was holding it. “I don’t even know what to do with this.” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

I took my phone on the bed and marched out if the house. I know no where in Nigeria. The ladies in the reception were drooling as I walk pass. I board a taxi and entered. "Take to a police station here" I muttered. ..................... Kate's pov I began to read the diary loud. It reads: Dear diary, when will Kate know about this secret we've been keeping from her? How will I tell her that Janet her sister isn't her biological sister. She's Andrew's daughter. Her uncle. He really wanted to use Jane has his burnt offering to the god(idol) he was serving but knew his secret and had to save baby Jane who was still 5 then and Kate is just a year old.

Once I was done, Loss wasted no time in coming back inside, and sitting on the edge of bed, waiting for me to say something. "Tell me everything." I said instead, crossing my arms over my body. "Is that a command?" he asked then, arching an eyebrow. Color flooded my face, and I took a step back. He smirked, then grew serious. "You have to give me you secret word, and then I can tell you." he said. I looked into his eyes, trying to see if he ws joking or not. And then I thought very, very hard. At first, a pain flashed at the top of my head, and I winced, trying not to show it.

“I just have one question. How did you know?” “You may be able to fool many; you can’t fool me” Drake whispers in her ear; Leona’s smile beaming at his words. “They showed me your photo they were using for your interview. I knew instantly who you were. I needed you to know who I was; thus, a plan was born.”

It was simple, just a plain white sheet with hastily scrawled words: /I know your secret. And soon, so everyone else will./ I narrowed my eyes at the message, the words blurring slightly as my mind raced. My heartbeat thudded heavily in my ears. It was vague enough to leave me guessing, but the intent was crystal clear. Someone had figured it out—my past, the very thing I had worked tirelessly to bury, was clawing its way back to the surface.

"That's the part I can't get past. You didn't tell me." "Because I knew you would react like this" Bella said. "Cold and distant and acting like I betrayed you when all I did was keep one secret to protect the peace between us." "One secret" I repeated. "One secret destroyed everything Bella. Don't you see that. One secret is all it takes." I stood up. I needed to get out of this room. Needed air. Needed space to think without her looking at me with those guilty eyes.

It was Asher. He didn’t look like my brother right now; he looked like a ghost. His face was entirely stripped of color, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his cheek were jumping. He was still in his muddy green jersey, but he looked completely deflated, carrying the weight of a catastrophic secret on his broad shoulders. For a long moment, he just stood there, staring down at me. The silence in the small shed was suffocating. "Are you insane?" His voice was a harsh, ragged whisper that cut through the darkness.

Everyone else was probably at the main cabin, playing dumb games and laughing like life was easy. I peeled open the foil. White powder, fine and familiar, stared up at me from the center of my palm. My secret. The one no one—not Emma, not George, especially not Carolyn—knew about. Not the teachers. Not my parents. Not the world that thought I had everything under control. I bent low and sniffed it in one swift motion, breathing it in like it could fix me. For a moment, everything slowed down. The burn hit the back of my throat, sharp and electric. My mind, cloudy with anger and guilt and need, started to lift—like fog rolling off a cliff.

I fear not the vastness of the open, but the suffocating darkness that conceals what I should know. -Unknown. |K I R I L L| There's no denying it—she's concealing something, and I'm certain of it. It could be a seemingly innocent secret she's embarrassed about, or it might be as trivial as harboring ill intentions. Either way, it poses a potential danger. Secrets wield a certain level of risk, especially when they involve others.

"I'm not hitting on you, lawyer. Not now. I just want to say that I admire people who don't let themselves be shaken by anything and who are always on top. It's something I'd like to be. When I see people acting this way, I get enchanted at the same time. I'm not kidding. It's serious.” " But that's no secret.” "You didn't know the information, so it's a secret, yes.”