Love You In Secret Novels & Stories

"I can't believe a love like that still exists in our world? They've managed to stay together through everything. I'm so envious." "Seriously, Mr. Ashford is handsome, wealthy, and deeply devoted. My god, Ms. Lane is incredibly lucky." Yes, everyone knew Adrian Ashford loved me for 13 years, through storms, heartbreak, and survival. We never let go of each other. However, no one knew that he had been seeing another woman three years ago. I forced down the bitterness churning inside me and turned away. Just then, a Maybach pulled up in front of me. A tall figure stepped out and strode toward me, panic written all over his face.

Eventually we ended up beneath the shower, where even the scorching water felt cold compared to the heat between us. "I love you..." he growled, his voice low and trembling as he lost himself inside me while I braced myself against the glass wall. "I love you so much, Anya..." Something inside me ignited, and it wasn't only desire, it was joy. Joy at finally hearing the confession I'd been longing for. "I love you too..." I whispered between quiet moans, loud enough for only him to hear, yet soft enough that our confession remained exactly like our love itself: a secret.

The ceiling is painted to depict a sky and of course my walls are covered with pictures of my favorite actors. I slump down on my couch and pickup my phone to check whether Ryan had finally decided to send me a message but nothing. I instead find a message from Cecily , a friend that I met online who turned out to be my sister in all ways that matter.She is a quirky brunette with striking brown eyes that she always covers up with glasses. Cecily is a tiny human with a lot of energy. Sometimes I wonder where she gets all the energy to be so hyper when she is so small. We love the same food, love the same series, love the same books and to top it all off , we are going to the same school for h

“I thought—God, Nate, I thought I lost you.” My chest tightened. My heart raced. “You didn’t.” My voice was small. Silence hung heavy, broken only by the machine’s beeping. Finally, I whispered, “Why? Why do you even care this much if I’m just your… secret?” His jaw worked. His eyes glistened. “Because you’re not just my secret. You’re—” He stopped, swallowed hard. “You’re the only real thing in my life. And I can’t lose that.”

If you hold out long enough for them to get to know you, he will fall in love with the secret person of your heart. "The secret person of the heart? What’s that?” “That's when a man falls in love with you and not because of sex." He winks at Aiko. "But if you're just looking for a good screw. You can give it away within that same hour of meeting him, and he'll take it and walk away." "Wow! Men are such losers. I’m sorry, not you."

His eyes focussed back on hers, conveying his apology. “I know it’s hard for you to trust me after this, but please just give us another chance, I swear to you, no more secrets.” Aria looked deep into his eyes and saw the truth, she couldn’t describe how she knew that or whether her eyes were playing tricks on her, but she knew he was being honest. “Pinky promise?” She held out her pinky finger for him to latch on and together they smiled.

The noble, aloof man feels a tightness in his chest, and after a long time, he gently strokes her hair. Kimberly, through her blurred tears, looks up at him, her voice broken and intermittent, "You're right, a crush is one's own secret, not even needing to be shared with anyone. Who am I to deprive you of the right to love someone?" He loved her in secret, hidden from her view, a love so discreet and careful she never noticed. In some corner of the world, someone quietly loves you, silently protects you, their heart breaking countless times, yet still offering the sincerest love, rejoicing for your happiness, and sorrowing with your sadness.

"In the shadows of my heart, you linger there, A love unspoken, a silent prayer. A distant crush, I can't deny, These feelings are hidden, but they won't die. Ohhhh, dear crush....my secret flame, In my heart, you hold a treasured name, How I wish I dared to say what's inside, But these words remain locked, a love I can't confide. I watch you from afar, a dream I can't touch, A bittersweet longing that I can't discuss. I dream of moments we could share, But you're a star, too distant to make you mine. Ohhhh, dear crush....my secret flame, In my heart, you hold a treasured name, How I wish I dared to say what's inside, But these words remain locked, a love I can't confide. So, here I stand, m

“I’m trying to keep everyone from falling apart.” “And what about you?” Ethan asked. “What about me?” Nathan looked up, his expression torn. “I don’t want to lose you,” he said. “Then don’t,” Ethan whispered. They stared at each other for a long, aching moment. Nathan stepped forward and held him. Just held him. It was no longer about lust. Or confusion. It was love. Messy, terrifying love. And they would have to fight for it. Because now the secret was out. And the war had begun.

I said curtly, turning my attention to her, “what do you really want from me?” Her lips curved into a sly smile, her gaze flickering to Alex for a moment before locking onto mine. “I want both of you, Liam. I want to be part of your world and every part of it.” Her voice dropped to a near whisper, dripping with intent. “He can be your hidden secret. On top of the secret you’re already hiding.” The words were like a shot of adrenaline straight to my chest, but it was the photograph she slid across the table that made my blood run cold. My breath hitched when I stared down at the image. A picture of me mid-shift, caught in a blur of fur and claws.