Novel The Secret History Novels & Stories

The angle made us look far more intimate than we actually were. Another picture followed, then another. Different angles, different moments. Every single one looked terrible.My heartbeat turned uneven as I scrolled down. BLACKTHORN CONFESSIONS: Guess the scholarship students have creative ways of surviving. CAMPUS TEA: Knew she was suspicious. ANONYMOUS USER: So this is how she got Professor Vale’s attention? ANOTHER USER: Adrian Laurent finally dating someone? Didn’t expect it to be her. I stopped reading immediately. My hands were shaking.

"He's not going to be happy with me, wherever he is." She immediately started gathering the books. "I'm sorry, Uncle," she whispered, carefully arranging them one after the other. She was almost done with arranging the books when something caught her eye. It was a book she'd never seen before with the words "The Secret of the Miasma." boldly written on it.

A muffin would be nice. I pass the sheep barn, however, and pause. I’ve been neglecting The Book of Whispers. I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not. I know it’s just a copy, but still, the knowledge of Richard wielding it, bending its magic to his whim and sacrificing his own life force to cast his spells, makes my stomach turn. Maybe we don’t need to know its secrets. Maybe they’re better left alone, destroyed. But I’m still a historian, and I’m supposed to be writing our history. I should know what happened before, shouldn’t I?

“Well, if it isn’t young Ari Hale. Looking for another sci-fi romance?” “Not today.” Ari forced a smile. “I was hoping you had local history books. Old ones. Maybe about legends?” Mrs. Wetherby frowned. “The Folklore Shelf. Back left corner. But don’t go believing any of that nonsense.” Ari found the shelf covered in dust. Most of the books hadn’t been opened. She pulled out a heavy tome titled The Hidden Histories of Varro’s Hollow. An hour later, her fingers stopped on a passage:

Then, seemingly nonchalantly, she takes down a thick book. Kral's eyes narrowed. The book's cover bears the simple letter 'K', unlike the other books on the shelf. It is thick, giving the impression that it is more than just an ordinary book. "Let me have a look," Catherine said, flipping open the book, disregarding the dangerous gaze from Prince Kral. The white pages rustle between her fingers, emitting a faint sound. "The secret covenant of Duchess Ana of Canterebourg, the incriminating evidence against Baron John, Lady Marina's and her lover's apologies..." Catherine speaks a sentence with each page she turns. Gradually, I realized that this book contains concealed secrets that cannot be

It was quiet, only a few students scattered in corners with their thick tomes. I hurried to the supernatural history section, my fingers trailing along the shelves until they landed on a title that made my heart stop. “The White Pack: Legacy of Healers.” With trembling hands, I pulled it free and hurried to an empty table in the corner. My breath caught as I flipped through the pages. The opening lines read:

he growled as he left the room, slamming the door close, heading towards the direction of the attic and the library. Meanwhile, I sat down down on a swirl chair in the mini library that housed not less than one hundred books, getting sleepy over the interesting novel I was reading when I heard Armani practically screaming my name as he approached the library. The novel was all about a young mistress in search of her missing master with the hope of a happy reunion when she finally sees him.The story was set to medivial times of old, the year seventeenth hundredths to be precise. The novel was the first thing that caught my attention when I stepped into the library. It had a fantastic silver c

My heart is, and always will be yours. Jane Austen. While Sarah was looking at books with Finn, Annie wandered around looking at the new releases. There were a few historical novels that looked interesting but then she spotted one that really caught her eye. She wandered over to the very busy display, it was much busier here than anywhere else in the store. Picking up a copy of the book she flipped it over to read the blurb on the back. She was surprised to see it was a book about the Templars when she was jostled from all sides as shoppers grabbed a copy for themselves. Frowning, Annie moved away from the crowd and flicked through the book, it seemed the book depicted the Templars as humans

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

Our journey had just begun, and the pages of history were waiting to be rewritten by our unwavering determination and love. **************************** As we delved deeper into the hidden library, the weight of the ancient knowledge we had uncovered pressed upon us, filling the air with anticipation and a sense of urgency. The scrolls and books we had discovered held the key to unlocking the secret society's true origins and their ultimate downfall. With trembling hands, I reached for a particularly ancient and weathered scroll. Its edges crumbled slightly at my touch, a testament to the passage of time. Carefully, I unrolled it, revealing delicate and faded script that danced across the ag