Mother Of All Secrets Novels & Stories

A dead mother rises. A twin who had not died. And a secret bigger than any lie I had ever spoken. I stared at Ava, whose face had turned ghostly white. "I believe her," she muttered. So did I. Because sometimes the truth gets in your face. The Mother of Secrets Ava Point of Views They say silence is golden. However, the stillness that followed Adriana's shocking revelation was corrosive. Eating with reason. Burning away what I thought I knew. My mother, our mother, was not dead.

"Oh, this is rich. You really don't see it, do you, Alpha? You're so busy sniffing out the monster in the cage that you never once looked at the one who helped pick out your perfect wedding dress. The one who held your hand when your father died. The one who's been in your kitchen, your home, your confidence for decades." Mom's face went pale not the ordinary pale of fear, but a ghostly, translucent white that made her look like she was already halfway to the grave. She didn't look at Malcolm. She looked straight at me, and for the first time in my life, I saw real, unadulterated terror in my mother's eyes. "Angie, honey." Her voice cracked like old porcelain. "Some secrets were buried for a

Months of planning had led to this–even though it didn't go exactly as he'd planned. With a few strokes, George created a hidden backdoor, granting himself unauthorised access. The transactions would be subtle.... unnoticed. "There," he whispered, satisfied. "You'll never even know it's gone." Just then, an email notification popped up and he clicked on it. It was from Vivian Marc. George opened the attachment and scanned the contents, his expression remaining neutral. Satisfied with it, he hit print and the printed whirred to life. As it spewed out the pages, he gathered the documents and reviewed them carefully, his eyes scanning each line, each word before he signed with precision.

Still the fury she felt inside her can't justify the situation she was in. "I heard you have a friend. Um, what's her name?" Her final vestiges of rationality were lost as he stated while making a thinking face. No no this can't be happening. How on the earth he came to know about Alicia. "Ah, I see, Alicia Brown. Am I right?" The dread she was feeling right now is unbeatable. He knew he played the last card . " A mother of a beautiful child. You don't want to get them hurt right?" He said manically while running his fingers on her loose strands.

Dear Sky, By now you should have taken at least a 2 day break to let the information I told you digest. I know that there are many questions running through your head but I needed you to have a break before telling you what I already did so far. I'm going to tell you about our mother. Our birth mother for this letter. She was broken. Just like me she was broken in more than one way. I was told growing up that she was mine, well ours, troubled sister.

With the team as witnesses, we exchanged rings. Our research also made a major breakthrough. The remaining work was left to the professor to refine. Hazel and I planned to return to Riverford to meet her parents. I did not expect to see Cara again. Back in Riverford, Hazel left early every morning and came home late. When I asked what she had been doing, the corner of her lips lifted slightly. "Secret." At night, she would cling to me and refuse to let go.

Hollered, legs arched high over him. He pumped savage, dirty talk endless: "Fuck, you're my secret anytime fucktoy..Mia's brother owning her bestie's cunt. Drop panties whenever I say, let me fuck you in her house, her bed. Scream it love brother's dick using you sleeping or not."

And I was never one to break my promises. Life became better when I found out that the man who I thought was my father was not really my father. Apparently, my father was a dude named Robert Romano and my stupid mother knew about him yet she didn't tell me. Oh, how I lost it that day—I tortured my excuse of a mother to death. I've always loathed her for bringing men home but when she hid something that big from me, I couldn't. She was never really a good mom, anyway. She would make me work for her, clean the house, hit me every now and then, so when I found out that she had been lying to me about who my father was, it was like something just clicked inside of me and I completely lost it.

The moment she begins to tremble, her hands clamping over her mouth, I get my answer. It’s true. How? Why? “You can’t show that to anyone!” Mom whispers as she rushes over and snatches it from my limp fingers. My mind is spinning, and I feel sick, but I simply stare at her. Her face turns even more pale as she stares at the message, and I look down at the card as well. SECRETS ARE NEVER A SECRET. SOMEONE ALWAYS KNOWS. YOUR MOTHER WHOM YOU ADMIRE IS NOT WHO YOU THINK SHE IS.

" She glanced apologetically at her father whose face was squished in dissatisfaction. They clapped slowly. She waved her hand up in the air. "And Secondly," Her eyes darkened dangerously. "I Zoey Hart is here to reveal the secret that my mother, Priya and my elder sister, Alexis had successfully managed to keep all this years,"