My Little Secret Book Novels & Stories

I said and ran to our original room. I carried my suitcase on the table and opened it. I forgot to transfer my clothes here in the cabinet. I saw my secret cellphone in the compartment. Jessica didn't know about this one. I only used it whenever I was on the field, doing my secret agent life. I saw some texts and calls. I scanned it and opened a text from Jacob. He already got his first assignment. Lucky bastard. I turn off the phone and hide it again in the compartment of my luggage.

She asked. “Not a lot, working, and that is about it,” I laughed. And I am having a heated affair with Jake when we find the time. I wish I could say that. Paula wouldn’t judge me for it, none of my friends would. I am sure they would be happy about it, along with Jake’s friends. But the more people that know, the harder it is to keep a secret. And I like our dirty little secret. “How exciting, you should give Jake a call,” She smirked.

"I knew a day is coming like this Kate, that's why I take this book every where I go. Am giving you this book, make sure you clock 25 years of age before you open this book. I know what am saying. You will be strong enough to face what's coming for you. Be strong Kate" She said and gave up the ghost hours after dad's death. The book is still with me now. Really safe with me. Just had to wait next year for me to open the book. I sighed and kept walking, don't even know where I should go. A car drove pass me and eventually stopped in front of me. I stopped and waited for some seconds. The driver came out and opened the back door, there the weird living thing came out.

I closed my eyes as I anticipate his lips on mine. “It would be our little secret only.” ———————————————————— IMPORTANT NOTE: The Characters and Events mentioned in this book are purely fictional and are not to be construed as even remotely inspired by persons and events known and unknown to the author.

There the first page was a blank page and the second page depicts the title of the book, it was about a story "The little Princess," he whispered through the room because he knew that no one can hear him inside or outside but still he needs to be careful. So he shut his mouth again while focusing his view on the book more like it was making his spine have shivers as well as goosebumps all over his skin 'So it was based on a true story after all, what is the meaning of this and why did it have to be one of his treasures? The author was not even mentioned at all'

We barely dared to breathe. Through the small gap between the shelves, I watched as one of the overnight housekeepers stepped into the room, a small silver tray balanced in her hand. She was muttering softly to herself about returning a leather-bound book Dad had left behind in the study after dinner. She placed the book neatly on a nearby side table, adjusted a stack of magazines, and then reached over to switch off the single reading lamp she had turned on, plunging the room back into near-total darkness. She quietly left the room, her footsteps retreating down the carpeted corridor. The soft, definitive click of the door shutting was followed by several long, agonizing seconds of absolute

I whispered, "what have I done? I looked around the room, trying to find my clothes. The walls were grey and there was a table with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. On the nightstand was a very expensive wristwatch, a Patek Phillipe Grandmaster chime, and I knew that because…..well, I just did. I didn't need anyone to tell me that I had to get out of there. I slipped out of bed carefully, my legs shivering as they touched the cold floor. I saw my dress, coat and bag crumpled on the floor, one of my shoes under the table and the other by the door. I picked them up quickly and wore them, my hands shaking.

His eyes are still dark, I like how he is looking at me. “Oh, I guess we will have to figure this out together. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” (I want to kiss him. Oh my god, did he hear that?) Dez’s licked his lips, I turned and walked away. "I need to remember he can hear my thoughts." I said quietly to myself. I hurried through the shower and put on my favorite black sweat pants and band T-shirt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **Dez** (Ruby, someone is coming.) I can smell them, and something foreign to me.

He had long ago guessed that the contents of the folder w rea book, what the book contained, however; he was about to find out. He sucked in a deep, unsteady breath before he flipped open the leather cover. The first thing that appeared was a photograph that he recognised instantly, it was of himself leaning against his beloved red, Ford Granda. The photo was taken three months into their relationship; he went to pick Aria up from court one day; she sneaked the picture while walking towards him leaning against his car. His fists clenched as a myriad of emotions swept through him, the logical part of his brain was screaming at him to toss the book into the fire and never think of it again, bu

It was a secret button. I pressed it gently. With a very soft click, a hidden compartment popped open at the back of the desk. Inside the dark space sat a thick, heavy book with a dark leather cover. It was a hidden ledger. My heart began to beat faster inside my chest. I took the heavy book out of the hiding place and brought it into the pale moonlight by the window. I opened the first page, my blue doe eyes narrowing as I began to read the neat, cramped handwriting. As I turned the pages, a cold wave of shock and anger rushed through my veins.