Our Little Secret Ending Novels & Stories

"You didn't come after 10 minutes, right?" "I…I…" "Leave already. As you know, Secretaries never last around me. Miss Ariel Peterson, You're fired" He said carefully.

I locked myself in the farthest stall and slid down until I was sitting on the closed lid. With shaky fingers, I typed back. Riley: Who are you? Delete that right now. This is fucked up. The reply came almost instantly. Unknown: Someone who knows exactly what a dirty little secret you’ve been hiding. Bunny. I stared at the screen. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes My life was flashing before me: the group chats exploding, my parents finding out, Jake of all people laughing his arrogant ass off if it ever reached him. He’d never let me live it down.

I picked it up and opened it. "I know your little secret."

I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his scent, feeling the new, unfamiliar weight on my finger, a perfect, permanent counterbalance to the weight of my love for him. It started with a stupid secret. That secret nearly broke him, nearly broke us. But here we are, in this house he bought, with these rings we’ll wear. The thing that almost ended us is the same thing that got us here. It doesn’t make sense, but it’s true. THE END

He followed with a groan, buried deep, holding me through it like he had no plan of letting go. Afterward he pulled the blanket over us and reached for my phone. “No,” I said, smiling against his throat. “Not everything has to be saved.” Kai set it down. “Fair. I’ll just remember this one.” I closed my eyes, his arm heavy around my waist, the old secret finally retired. I had filmed myself wanting him because I didn’t think I could have him. Then he found the evidence, dragged the truth into the light, and stayed. The shy girl in the back row still existed. She just went home to the hockey captain’s bed now, no passcode required, and didn’t have to pretend she was only good. My filthy little

I took my phone on the bed and marched out if the house. I know no where in Nigeria. The ladies in the reception were drooling as I walk pass. I board a taxi and entered. "Take to a police station here" I muttered. ..................... Kate's pov I began to read the diary loud. It reads: Dear diary, when will Kate know about this secret we've been keeping from her? How will I tell her that Janet her sister isn't her biological sister. She's Andrew's daughter. Her uncle. He really wanted to use Jane has his burnt offering to the god(idol) he was serving but knew his secret and had to save baby Jane who was still 5 then and Kate is just a year old.

Cassie turned to me, breathless. "Did we just destroy the last secret?" I shook my head. "No. We just lit the fuse."

Tom said as he hung up the phone. "You will tell the truth. It will be kept secret because our boss is already a patient at a mental hospital. Are you going to tell the truth, Miss Unice?" Tom asked, and I nodded. "If it means keeping it a secret, then I'm willing to tell everything; I love Ace, and I won't let him do this because I know he's afraid I'll get arrested," I explained to them, and he nodded. I keep eating while wondering if Ace is okay, and when I'm done, I'm full, so I touch my tummy, and Zoey touches it as well, and I look at her, relieved but a little worried.

He said with his fingers caressing my cheeks. "But what if things go wrong? What if our parents find out?" "They won't. We'll be careful,” "But..." I tried again, but he put his index finger on my lips to shush me. "No one has to know," he whispered against my lips. Our noses were touching, and we stayed there, with hot heavy breaths. “It'll be our little secret," I can’t anymore. I just can’t.

My face heated up in the quiet room as I thought about the heavy, breathless way he had held me in the dark, the deep warmth of his voice, and the way he had promised to take care of us. I was happy, reeling from the sudden progress we had made but a small, quiet sadness lingered right beside the joy. The cold morning light peeking through the curtains was a reminder that despite everything we shared, I was still his secret. We left our rooms carrying that heavy weight, walking downstairs and pretending absolutely nothing had changed between us. Around the breakfast table, the atmosphere was filled with the usual morning routine. William talked enthusiastically about the Toronto Wolves' upco