Novel The Secret History Novels & Stories

Then he left. "Thief!?" She whispered. She didn't understand what was going on? She asked the girl in the room about this. "Why did they said that I'm a thief." "I don't know. But, I heard that you stole the king's very important book." The girl replied. Chenyin became confused. Stole? The king's book? What is she talking about? Finally she realized about the secret book. Where is it? She remembered that brother Jiao Long put it in a safe place. Did the king found it.

he leaned in slowly to glance inside, but Connor was already pushing the door in, shifting it off it's hinges "Hello?' he called out loudly with his usual reserve, which was none. Koin rolled his eyes a bit but fallowed him in. The place was empty. No couch or chair. Just some dirty clothes and dishes in the kitchen. Was she..washing clothes in the sink? He was amazed to be in her space like this..where she lived but..there was nothing here, no pictures, no books. Just a bed and some blankets. He knew it was hers by the smell and he wandered into her bedroom tentatively, as if the wrong step in her empty home might upset her. That's when he noticed, the closet floor. a perfect square had bee

As I opened The Secret History by Donna Tart, I could feel Lorraine's eyes on me for a moment before she went back to her laptop. The garden was quiet again, the only sounds were of the rustling of leaves and the occasional click of Lorraine's typing, it was peaceful here and I loved it.

I was trying to build a bridge between them, one noble fact at a time. My satchel thumped gently against my side as I searched for a title I hadn’t read yet: The Council of Nine – Founding Politics and Modern Reform. Sexy stuff. Just the kind of bedtime story that might keep me and my mom alive. I rounded the corner into the historical law section and nearly collided with two women whispering between the shelves. They jumped back, blinking at me like I’d walked in on something scandalous. “Oh,” one said quickly. “Sorry. We thought no one came here.”

This was my haven, a secret space where no one could find me—away from everything, from the pressures of my role, from the expectations that weighed on me. In my hands, I held the book I had stolen from the secret library. It was bound in dark leather, and its pages crackled with age. I had barely managed to slip it from its hidden resting place without anyone noticing, and now I was finally going to read it. The title was unassuming, but the stories it held, the knowledge it promised, stirred something deep within me.

"I was...unsettled...is a better word for it, love, though I was aware that even that was something unusual for our kind. I think to explain this; I need to go back to the book and the information contained within it. I need to give you an outline of the hidden history in Masking Lavender for you to understand the rest." Caleb's eyebrow rose and he settled back with an expectant expression. It was clear that he was more relaxed and she'd managed to reassure him a bit that she wasn't sick. "What hidden history? You mean there is more contained within the book than what we already know of the Royal court and its demise?" "Let me get the book so I can find the relevant section. I don't want to

The main reading room stretched out, rows of tables dotted with forgotten laptops and half-empty coffee cups. I headed straight for the back stacks, the third floor, history section. It was my secret spot, it was quiet and secluded, with just enough dust in the air to make it feel like a forgotten world. Dropping my bag onto a low shelf, I pulled out my notes on the Industrial Revolution and settled cross-legged on the floor, leaning against a towering row of leather-bound tomes. The words blurred after a while, my mind wandering to Nike from my econ class. God, the way he’d leaned over my desk last week, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered about the assignment.

Lily: "James, I have to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore." James: "What's wrong, Lily? You're scaring me." Lily: "I know we agreed to keep our feelings hidden, but I can't do it anymore. I have feelings for you, James. Strong feelings." James: "Lily, I've been feeling the same way. I just didn't want to complicate things with Sarah." Lily: "I know, and that's why we have to keep this a secret. But I can't keep pretending that nothing has changed between us."

“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.

Justin had just alighted from the bus as he takes a look at the bustling city with skyscrapers and luxury cars all around him. He had just a little Duffel bag as he didn't want to carry along many things which will remind him of his past. He walked down the street to the little apartment Desmond his best friend had rented for him. His brain kept going back to the trauma and damage he faced from the terrific break up he witnessed causing his relocation. He vowed to himself never to be kept as a secret lover or let any man break his heart. As he walked further he stumbled upon a newspaper which stated the CEO of the White Companies is in need of a Personal Assistant and interviews were going o