Julian Morrow The Secret History Novels & Stories

"I did it for you, Lucien! So you wouldn't end up like your father—weak and obsessed with a woman who wasn't on his level!" "You did it for yourself!" Lucien roared. Suddenly, Julian laughed behind us. "Eleanor, you forgot one small detail. I’m no longer interested in our deal. Elowen was right... I have the encryption keys now." Julian looked at me, his eyes wild. "Elowen sent them to Sarah, but Sarah works for Lucien. And Lucien? Lucien will give anything for me to leave and take you with me, won't he?" The mood shifted instantly. Julian reached into his coat pocket—not for a weapon, but for a small detonator.

scold, me,” she said teasingly. A smile filled my face and I found myself laughing. “You really are something else,” I reply, looking down at the open book. “So, I am so confused. Marylin finds out that Remus has been lying to her the whole time, but then in this chapter, she sleeps with him. I don’t understand,” she says while showing me the next tab. I smile at her eagerness, “You don’t remember the gift that Remus gives her in the third chapter? A ring, forged in Dolos, the place of lost minds, rectified by the Keeper?” She nods her head as she flips back to the third chapter, “Right, it was a birthday gift.” “Yes, and remember Rosalyn later says that the Keeper went by many nam

She calculates roughly. “I am sorry my son. I have to keep my promise to her.” Queen Meridian appears defeated and guilty at the same time. King Merlion embraces his Queen Mother in response. Mother and son stay in that embrace for some time. Neither have any idea what to do with the secret they share now. The Queen leans her head on her son’s chest. With her revelations, she has freed herself from that long kept burden. King Merlion’s mind starts to formulate a plan of action based on the knowledge of a human brother.

He didn't say the part about the kidnapping, but something in his tone, his eyes, told her that he knew, But how could he? It had happened five years ago, done so secretly, that even if Ronan put all of his means of finding out together, he still wouldn't know. Trusting that the deed was too concealed, even from Ronan, she found the courage to stay, even found the heart to act like the wronged one and cry, "Ronan, you can't…" "I can't?" Ronan asked, his hands balling into a fist. He was, at this point counting numbers in his head, to keep his patience locked in, because it was honestly falling apart. He was reminded of how he used to let this girl bully Isabella, and his conscience at him.

He then grabbed a chair from beside me and put it in front of me before taking a seat on it so he was just facing me. "Listen up, darling, I've dealt with enough shit for the past years and I'm not in a mood to deal with more so spill the fucking beans already. Tell me where the hell he's hiding and I'll let you go." "Well, darling, I'd like to tell you if I knew who the fuck you're talking about. I've been alive for twenty years now and never have I ever heard of any Joseph or whatever." I replied honestly with a hint of annoyance in my voice. "Unless you're talking about Joseph Morgan. I tell you, that man is so—" he cut me off, "shut up."

Her fingers trembled slightly around the folder she was holding, while the air in the room seemed to thicken, pressing against her lungs until breathing became hot and heavy. Dominic Sinclair—the young professor everyone knew for his cold demeanor and unapproachable aura—sat casually behind his desk, as if he’d just made an ordinary offer. His face was calm, almost expressionless, but those gray eyes of his held the unmistakable gleam of control. “Excuse me?” Renata’s voice came out hoarse. “What do you mean… by secret girl?” “I know your scholarship was revoked,” Dominic said, leaning back in his chair, his lips curving into a faint, unnerving smile. “That’s why you came to see me today, is

I managed to pour my coffee into my thermal grabbed my purse and keys and walked out of my apartment. As I locked my door I heard my phone ring, I didn't even have to look at my phone to know it was from Mr. Jennings wanting his coffee. "Ms. Milano, large black coffee with two creamers" Rolling my eyes I thought to my self 'would it kill him to say please?' Just as I turned around I saw my neighbor Jacob walk towards me with his hand up in a wave. Jacob Fisher was slightly taller than me, slim built, brown friendly eyes, light brown hair which was slightly balding at the top, sweet smile kind of man. I knew he has feelings for me which I didn't have any in return except, for a soft spot as a

Gilberd said, and Benneit listened seriously. "This really can't be taken lightly." "Who?" "Mr. Julian from Switzerland." Benneit fell silent after hearing Gilberd's narrative. Mr. Julian is a big beacon for Britain and a big competitor for Gonemanus. Julian was no one else either; the man was Benneit and Dave's college friend. Something happened in the past between his family and the Wiratama family. "Ben-?" "Send some guards to the island where Regan and Angela are on their honeymoon. I'm afraid Julian will send assassins to their place," Benneit said, to which Gilberd nodded.

Bella Pov A package arrived at my mom's house addressed to me from a publishing company. I opened it and found a manuscript with a cover letter. "Dear Ms Morgan, We are publishing a memoir by Karen Tyler titled 'The Other Woman: A Love Story.' As someone mentioned extensively in the book we wanted to give you an advance copy and an opportunity to provide comment. Please contact us if you would like to respond." My hands shook as I read the letter. Karen was writing a book. A memoir about the affair. About the trial. About everything. And they were publishing it. They were going to put Karen's version of events out into the world and let her profit from destroying my life.

And then, at the very bottom of the box, we got to my diary. The one that I had hidden in a secret compartment in the dresser that I thought my mother knew nothing about. The one that I had written in about the bullying and abuse that I suffered. The one that I had confided some of my darkest and deepest insecurities. Ashley saw my face and frowned. “Jenna?” “It’s my … my … my d-d-d-d-iary,” I whispered. “It’s here. Which means she found it. Which means… she read it.”