Novel The Secret History Novels & Stories

It was as though the very air thickened with the weight of what they were uncovering—secrets that had been buried for centuries, secrets that now seemed to be clawing their way to the surface. Olivia stood at the altar, a large stone slab engraved with strange symbols, the very centerpiece of the chamber. A book rested atop it, old and worn, its leather cover cracked and frayed from the ravages of time. The weight of it seemed almost unbearable, and yet, Olivia felt compelled to touch it, to open it, to uncover the truth that lay within.

That was what Susan said when she visited my mansion with Paul. I thought she said that out of jealousy because she couldn't endure the fact I found love according to a younger woman. That was the reason I drove her out of my house. I should have paid more attention to Susan rather than kicking her out. History has repeated itself and the same thing I avoided has finally happened to me. Marcus said so much until I stopped him from talking. He was spilling more dirty secrets than I ever envisaged. I went from wanting more to wanting none. My head couldn't contain the excess information, and I was scared that it might explode soon.

They were going to put Karen's version of events out into the world and let her profit from destroying my life. I opened the manuscript and started reading. The dedication page said "To the ones who dare to love despite the consequences." I felt sick. The table of contents showed chapters titled "First Kiss," "Falling for a Married Man," "When She Found Out," "The Trial," and "Finding Myself After Scandal."

I couldn’t do this. Where was that brave girl who’d propositioned Jace after learning his dark secret? Gone. Stolen away into the night, along with my courage. I paced the floor. My room had once been a sacred space, but it now smelled like him, bore the distinct markings of his presence everywhere I looked. His oversized shoes at the front door. His keys resting in a dish on the counter. A bowl filled with apples on the counter that he took from every morning, sinking his perfectly straight white teeth into the tender flesh with a noise of pleasure.

Sam would not go against Alessandro and that left Cecily. Cecily had proven in the past to be helpful. She made up her mind to ask Cecily. She walked through the high dusty shelves in the library, as usual, it was empty. Her fingers brushed against the books as she looked for one to keep her busy and get her mind off the problem at hand. She settled for one and slowly pulled it out of the shelve, it was a book about the history of supernatural creatures. She wiped at the dust on the covers and opened it...

As we moved deeper into the mansion, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was stepping into something far more complicated than I’d expected. Something about this place, about Richard, about everything, felt heavy with secrets and expectations. And yet, I followed him. MAX POV I walked through the supermarket aisles, scanning the neatly arranged shelves until I found what I was looking for…a fruit bouquet. The bright colors of the fruits, expertly cut into flower shapes, made it look more like a gift than something edible. It was perfect. Mr. Johnson wouldn’t suspect a thing. I smirked as I picked it up, the weight of the bouquet firm in my hand. This little gift was more than just a token of

Just one more night. He picked a bookstore café this time. Said he wanted to show me his favorite reading book. It was intimate. Thoughtful. He even pulled a worn paperback of *The Secret History* off the shelf and said, “I think you’d love this.” I smiled, heart skipping. “I probably will.” We sipped coffee. Talked about poetry. I felt my walls thinning, cracking in ways I hadn’t prepared for. And then Julian’s voice dropped. Too calm. Too cold.

His past and original self before the book opens is just one of the seven secrets that he is hiding. Gentle, sophisticated, smart, and of good nature. That is his ace and just one of his games. Takes advantage of the world that is being re-written and falls into the wants of the few that he is also playing with and unknown by the game that long ago had already begun. His thirst for the forbidden science never leaves him, as it is the second secret that he is holding within the new world and the book within the book that they are entrapped from deep within.

Something's really blooming, he thought to himself before he grinned. Chloe sat at the chair in front of many books she chose and let out a deep breath. The heat from her face was already gone but Jared's words still rang through her ears. The brunette quickly shook her head to keep out any unnecessary thoughts at the moment and focused on the large book she was holding. She ran her fingers across the name. The cover was mystical and she could feel the power that radiates from it. Master Hunn sure loved History. "The Magical History," she recited in a gentle voice. Chloe opened the book and her eyes widened.

She picked up her scarf and walked out of the house. She decided she would just hide in the car and scare him. It will be fun... With that intention, she walked to the elevator, knowing it would take a few minutes for him to reach downstairs to the parking lot. Aarvi opened his car with the help of an extra key and hid in the back seat. Soon Anshuman reached his car and opened the door of it. He did not notice Aarvi’s presence there. Aarvi was about to scare him when his phone went off as he picked up the call.