I Know Your Secret Book Novels & Stories

I whisper and that’s when I notice it, something’s missing or worse, something’s waiting, I grab my bag instinctively, my heart already racing, I don’t even know why, my fingers fumble slightly as I unzip it, pulling out my journal, the same one I always keep close and no one is supposed to see, I open it quickly, flip through the pages and everything looks normal at first. —My writing, my thoughts, my secrets. Then I freeze, because there’s something new, something that wasn’t there before, something I definitely didn’t write neatly on a single line. “You should’ve listened when I told you to walk away.” My breath catches, my heart drops straight to my stomach. No. No, no, no. That’s not po

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.

Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"

Luke: … Can I let you know that that is the most widely recognized saying in the TV series I watched in my previous existence? In the wake of marking in with his name and position on the power, Robert brought Luke along and followed the secretary to room number three. The purported room number three was the third funeral home. Robert didn't appear to have any second thoughts as he straightforwardly thumped on the entryway prior to entering. A moderately aged man of around 40 years of age gestured when he saw Robert enter. "You're here. Kindly stand by a second. Allow me to complete my newly ground mug of espresso."

My eyes shone when I saw that it was the book of the devil. "What's your na---" I would have asked the beggar, but when I raised my head, I didn't see any other creatures in that alley. It still puzzles me who that man is, but I didn't focus on that anymore. Importantly, I already have the book! *End of flashback* The book is stored in a safe and sealed area. No one can see or get that. That book contains all the secrets of how I will succeed in conquering the world.

“Check out the local library. Ask for Yellen’s book. Tom” Leila sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Eduard Yellen. The man whose nutty research had kicked off this whole mess. A dead man with too many secrets and not enough time to spill them. Now she was supposed to dig through dusty old books to figure out how deep this rabbit hole went. She headed for the fridge, hoping for something stronger than a clue, but all she found was a single can of gourmet dog food and a designer bottle of mineral water. Wolfie’s breakfast, it seemed, was more luxurious than hers.

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.

"Cut to the chase, Isabella. We know there's more to your plan than meets the eye. What secrets are you hiding?" A flicker of annoyance crossed Isabella's face, quickly replaced by a chilling smile. "Ah, the truth. How eager you are to know. Very well, I shall indulge you." She walked towards a hidden alcove behind the bookshelves, her long, elegant fingers running along the spines until she found the one she sought. With a swift motion, she pulled a particular book from the shelf, revealing a hidden compartment filled with aged documents and photographs. "This," she said, her voice dripping with triumph, "is the key to everything—the dark secret that has bound our destinies together."

Grace still had a lot to learn, especially since Elena wasn’t doing a good job in the baby-making department. Thinking about Elena reminded me of the conversation that I had had with Mike the other day when he suggested that I should go and see the oracle. I had tried acting like I had never seen a witch in my life but the truth was that I had consulted with a witch, but that was a secret that I was never going to share with anyone. A secret that was shared was not a safe secret and at this point I was the only person who was alive who knew this secret and I had every intention of keeping it like that.

Nichole gave me an apologetic look even though she was hurt as well. Dumpp!! In the middle of our heated argument, we heard a loud sound which made us shriek extremely. "What the heck is this?" Natasha asked dramatically but her guts shut down when she saw Blake who threw the book on the table. "Read the book and find the details. Don't bother her again." He threw a murderous look to everyone particularly towards Natasha before made his way God knows where. "Rude much." I heard her mutter under her breath before she took the book "The Hidden Secrets" from the table and flipped the first page.