Milton's Secret Novels & Stories

I have a more important mission tonight. I sat down on my bed still waiting patiently. It's been thirty minutes, yet he's not yet here. I was already feeling smug. Once I confirm he's a gay, goddess help him. This was the first step towards my grand plans, and I was sure it would go well. By tomorrow, I will start wandering around the palace and making new friends, to enable me discover any important secret. Also, I need to explore and find a secret route out of the castle. It will come in handy at some point.

Besides, if I escaped, I would be found within one hour, thanks to my fiance's connections. I couldn't sleep even after Dianne did. Very early the next morning, I bid a sleepy Dianne goodbye and jogged back to my house. When I got to my room, I brought out my box of secret things from under my bed. I took my sketch pad from the box and flipped through the pictures of Mom that I had taken. What was the point of keeping it a secret anymore? If Dad thought he could dictate my life's trajectory, I'd let him know that his previous supposed hold on me was fickle. That should give me a little bit of satisfaction.

“Anything else?” Milton glanced back into the drawer. “One more thing.” He pulled out a folded document hidden beneath the envelope. A hospital intake form. Not filed. Not logged. Unsigned. “But there’s a handwritten note,” Milton continued. “Emergency contact.” Silence stretched. “It isn’t Paul,” Milton said. “And it isn’t you.” Sebastian’s breath slowed. “Say it.” Milton looked at the page again. “Natasha.” She believed she had controlled every variable. The pills. The silence. The story.

"But I don't miss the hiding. I don't miss the secrets." He reached for a small velvet box on the shelf. Inside sat the original silver swan cufflink—the one Althea had found in the gallery. It had been mounted on a pedestal of marble, a reminder of the night a lost signature became a found destiny. "I found something in the archives this morning," Althea said, her eyes sparkling with that same scholarly mischief that had first captivated him. "A record of a secret chamber beneath your father’s old estate. It seems the Silas family had a library even larger than mine."

At least for the time being. She knew a good lot about the suddenly famous Isabella Sullivan. But what she couldn't understand was how the small secretary from four years ago, one she had actually tried to intimidate had become such a successful movie actress. She hadn't just stopped at success but had won several awards. The reality of it blew Vanessa's mind and made her green with envy.

“Some secrets don't stay buried.” Elena’s vision blurred for a moment. She glanced around the classroom — every chair in place, every shelf neat. No sign anyone had been there. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt. Outside, thunder rumbled softly — a low warning that crawled through the air. She clutched the note, the words burning into her palm. Some secrets don’t stay buried. For a second, she thought she saw movement outside the window — a silhouette by the gate. But when she blinked, it was gone.

The door slammed open and Finn’s voice sliced through the room, sending a chill down Milton’s spine. All the wizards snapped to attention and lowered their heads. Milton’s face blanched. This meeting, held behind the pretense of a routine Council convening, had been meant to be kept hidden. Finn’s sudden arrival shook him to his core. Finn stepped into the room and asked in a low, controlled tone, “Why do you need to find her before she turns twenty-one, Elder Milton?” Milton swallowed hard, stammering, “I—I don’t know what you mean, Alpha…”

That being invisible is worse than being hated. Because at least hatred means they see you. My hand trembled as I wrote the next line. If I’m not careful, I’ll break. And I don’t know if Cole would catch me if I do. The silence of my room pressed heavy around me. I closed the journal, shoving it under my pillow like a secret I wasn’t brave enough to speak aloud. For now, it was safe. Hidden. But some secrets don’t stay hidden forever.

All I wanted was to go back home, back in my Adrian's arms. *** "What the hell are you doing? Untie me! Let me go!" I yelled out as they finished tying me down to a chair, in the middle of a small vacant room. After getting out of the elevator, they used a secret passage like the ones Dad used in every one of our properties, and then threw me in a car before taking me to some other building. An old two story building. They didn't want Dad's men to track my last location before Milton destroyed it, and reach their hideout. Milton was that bastard's name, and from their conversation, it seemed like he was Monet's right hand.

Some guys climbed to her room by her window. "Who are you?" She asked with fear. "None of your business. Give the secret book to us." "I won't." She said. One of them hit her and she fainted. Then they started to find the book. They find the secret book behind the photo frame. Then took it and run away.