My Little Secret Book Novels & Stories

She handed me a novel. " Read it." She sniffs. " The revenge started because of love....what ends it read it. " I met her gaze but didn't collect the book so she throws it onto the ground and cleaned the tear that had dropped on her cheek and walks away. I look down at the book: ' Why?!' I didn't realize I had started crying until a drop of tears fell onto the book cover. ______________________ Jade pov Numb, it ain't pain, I just feel.....numb. opening my eyes I see all white. Where am I? I'm on a bed. Last time I remember,I was in my dad's shop. How did I get here?

Our dirty little secret was wide open, and I never wanted it to end. But as I drifted toward sleep, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Mom’s name flashed on the screen.

I’ve always been crazy about books. Ever since I was a kid, I’d spend hours in the library, running my fingers over the covers, breathing in that old paper smell. It’s like the stories were part of me. My name is Eliza, and I run this small library in a quiet town. No one comes here much, which is fine by me. It gives me time to be alone with my books. But my love for them has turned into something more. I have this secret fetish. I dream about the characters jumping out of the pages and touching me, holding me, doing things to me that make my body heat up. It’s embarrassing to admit, but just thinking about it gets me excited. My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I

I was about to go to the bathroom to wash my hands, but stopped when someone noticed. I saw a book at the small table beside the bed that made me wonder. I don’t remember I put a book there, or brought any books here. I picked it up and looked at it. It's not the kind of book I would read. However, when I opened it, I saw a small piece of paper stuck to the first page. It was a paper with something written in it. Red moon under the bridge. My lips parted. It's a secret code that only two people know. I know because I'm the other one.

I thought that I broke it, but instead, the wall next to it moved. ‘A secret room,’ Leia said. ‘Should we enter?’ I asked her. ‘I know you want to,’ she replied teasingly. ‘I’m serious,’ I replied. ‘And so am I,’ Leia replied, ‘I know you wanted to,” I took my phone out and turn on the flashlight as I enter the room. Now I know why people who are curious always get themselves killed in movies. Curiosity was something that is so hard to resist. The opened door leads to a small room that has books inside. Checked on one of the shelves, and found that the book does not have a title on it. I took one book and opened it.

Before going to bed, I opened my child’s door quietly. They were sleeping peacefully, one arm stretched across the pillow. I stood there for a moment watching them breathe. Tomorrow a package will arrive at our door. A small book from a man who had only just started becoming part of their story. And I knew something important. That small secret between Adrian and me would not stay small forever.

I gave a half smile as I kept aside three CD plates having images and soundtracks of Brian. When I fondled further into the cupboard I could find a sizable diary, which had Brian’s name scribbled on it. Upon seeing the diary, I was puzzled and took it out “Welcome To My… Little Secret…” I read the first note on the dairy, and raised a brow when I flipped through pages to realize the uncountable secret he had written down. I am Scribbling down these little secrets in explicit sentences;

Was that forgotten? And was secrets like our English secrets? Or was that too on-the-nose? So “Where she was trapped in her secrets, forever forgotten.” The Where being the small room she followed the guy to? So, his secrets perhaps? A man with secrets, she figured, the final pages torn out, of course. The end, once again, missing. And not a dashing soldier in sight. Used books were annoying. “Are you finding everything okay?” “Jesus-fucking-Christ.” She jumped, fingers to her throat, her heart thumping.

"No secrets." "No secrets." The book came out the following autumn. Small press. Modest print run. No press tour. Just a quiet launch at a bookstore in Lagos. Locals came. A few journalists who had followed the story years ago. The children flew in. Veronica read from the final chapter: a scene set on a bluff, two people choosing each other despite everything. When she finished the room was silent for a long moment. Then applause, soft at first, then louder. Afterward they signed books, hugged strangers, laughed with friends. Mara stood beside her mother, arm around her waist.

Michael raised an eyebrow like he was putting pieces together. Lorraine took a slow sip of wine, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t worry… your little secret is safe with me. For now. But family secrets this big? They have a way of coming out whether you want them to or not.” The silence that followed was suffocating. Maya was still in the bathroom getting sick, and I sat there wondering how much longer we could keep this house of cards from completely collapsing.