Our Secret Place Novels & Stories

The day my cancer is diagnosed, my husband slaps me across the face. "You're vicious! You're even pretending to have cancer just to look more pitiful than your sister!" My son shouts, "Mom is horrible! I hate Mom!" I don't cry or make a scene. I quietly put the test results away and choose a grave for myself. In 15 days, I'll leave this city to die somewhere else in peace. I won't even give them the chance to regret it.

Elea Jemima is the definition of a dedicated fangirl. A history major with a genius-level photographic memory, she prefers skipping classes to track the whereabouts of her ultimate obsessio, Drex Ethan (D.E.), the world’s most enigmatic and haughty solo idol. Drex is perfect—flawless face, melodious voice, and a cold, distant aura that only makes his fans crave him more. Desperate to catch a glimpse of him after arriving late to a signing event, Elea sneaks into his private dressing room. But instead of the handsome idol, she finds something that shatters her reality: a massive, terrifying black wolf sitting in Drex’s chair. Terrified and allergic to dog hair, Elea runs for her life. But she can’t outrun a predator. Cornered in a deserted room, she watches in horror as the beast shifts, bone by bone, into the very man she worships. Drex Ethan isn't just an idol. He is a Lycan. Now, Elea’s photographic memory has become her greatest curse. She has seen his secret, and the golden-eyed Alpha has no intention of letting her go. From superfan to a Lycan’s captive—Elea is about to learn that loving an idol can be a deadly affair.

On her birthday, Vicky Shaw's beloved husband, Tyler Hart, was found to be having a candle light dinner with his childhood sweetheart. The birthday present he gave her was a text message requesting a divorce.During their three years of marriage, she did everything she could to keep him with her, throwing all the beds in the other rooms when he was not in the house so he had nowhere else to sleep other than with her.After a fateful car crash, however, she had amnesia and was no longer the woman who loved him deeply. When Tyler finally visited her in the hospital, the first thing he asked was to get her to agree to the divorce. The new Vicky agreed immediately.Everyone knew how much the old Vicky loved Tyler. Only Tyler knew he had loved her dearly.

No one knows that Ingrid Steele, the CEO who's currently talking about how her company bans office romances on the podium, has begged me to do it with her eight times in a row last night. Her secretary leans in and murmurs into my ear, "I heard that our cold and aloof CEO has plans to reveal her husband's identity recently. Rumors say that she even plans on throwing him an extremely grand wedding just to make it up to him." Warmth floods my heart at that moment. It's then I decide to make the great news of me winning a billion dollars in the lottery a wedding gift for Ingrid. Our daughter, Gaby Newman, no longer has to hide anymore in life. The three of us can publicly spend time together as a family now! The next day, I put on the suit that Ingrid has given me eight years ago. Then, I enter the wedding venue. As soon as I open the door, I see Ingrid leading her first love, Hank Conley, up the stage. After they exchange rings with each other, they share a sweet kiss in front of everyone in a tight embrace. In the end, Ingrid tosses her wedding bouquet at the guests. Coincidentally, it lands right in my hands. Someone next to me gives me a light shove. "What are you waiting for? Give them your blessings already!" I just clap for the newlyweds while walking toward them. "Congratulations, you two! I hope that you can live happily ever after and that you'll have a bundle of joy soon! No, make it 108 babies, how about that?" As soon as my words fall, I turn on my heel and stride away. As expected, Ingrid doesn't chase after me. She doesn't even bother calling me nor explaining everything to me.

Aria met with a fake fortune teller who lied to her that she will never have a mate, Aria got fustrated and ended up in a one night stand. After that night she never met that man again, she got pregnant and decided to raise the child alone. One day her child collapsed, she took the child to all the hospitals , no one had a solution to save her only child until she met a witch who told her to find her baby daddy. Aria has no idea how to find him? will she find him?

It was the day of our marriage. We were supposed to meet up at the City Hall, but my fiancee stood me up. I waited for her the whole day, and the only answer I got was a picture from her assistant. My girlfriend sat astride on his lap, and her arms were wrapped around his neck while they were locked in a deep kiss. "Sorry, Mr. Terraton. Sophie insisted on comforting me. You don't mind, do you?" I demanded answers from my girlfriend, but that only made her impatient. "He donated his blood to me. Yeah, I was with him, but so what? Man up, will you?" That killed any love I had for her, and I called my soon-to-be ex-girlfriend's sister. "Hey, Sylvie. Yeah, about your proposal. So will you marry me?"

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE ELEMENTS, SUITABLE ONLY FOR READERS AGED 18 AND ABOVE. Read at your own discretion. Years ago, he sold his body to survive. Desperate to finish university and escape poverty, he made a choice he never thought he would make—becoming a sugar baby to a powerful, wealthy man. It was supposed to be temporary. A secret. A chapter of his life he could bury forever. But fate has other plans. Years later, the man from his past suddenly reappears. Only this time, he's no longer the untouchable sugar daddy who once turned his world upside down. He's now a devoted father to an adorable little boy who steals hearts with a single smile. And unfortunately for him, he falls for the child almost instantly. Keeping his distance should have been easy. Instead, he finds himself drawn deeper into their lives, especially after discovering that the intimidatingly handsome father is no longer married. For the first time in years, hope dares to bloom. Yet the shadows of his past refuse to let go. The secrets he buried still haunt him. The shame he thought he'd outgrown still whispers that he'll never be good enough. And now that the little boy has become the center of his world, he has something precious to lose. A weakness. A reason to stay. A reason to run. Will he risk his heart for the man who once changed his life and the child who unknowingly healed it? Or will he do what he's always done when love gets too close— Disappear before he can destroy their happiness?

Everyone knows that Tania Giordano is the principessa of the Giordano family, whom they mustn't piss off at all costs. Ever since she lost her mother at the tender age of six, she has grown into an independent, radiant, and bold woman on her own abroad. She initially thought that she wouldn't rely on anyone else anymore. But when she was 20 years old, a certain man rescued her from the pistol aimed at her by her father's enemy. Since then, Simone Lanzi has stayed by her side and protects her at all times. That's how Tania finds herself falling for him. But one night, she witnesses him panting slightly while staring at a photo featuring Noemi Giordano, her half-sister…

“I’ll never marry a whore like you” William said holding Sandra my step sister close to him. Her winning smirk was sickening. “I can explain“ I tried to reason with him but he cut me off. “Leave!!!”his voice boomed, my heart sank to my stomach. Sandra stepped closer to me pouring a glass of champagne on me. “Didn’t you hear you whore…leave.” My whole world shattered on my wedding day. Isabella is ready and happy to marry the love of her life William but her evil step mother and sister have other plans for her. They ruin her life and wedding and she has finally had enough. She cuts herself off from her family. She meets the father of her child and is scared to start a new family with him since her old one failed so miserably.Will she finally be able to move on or keep tying herself down to her old family?

That night was supposed to belong to Mia. She had spent a month practicing for her first piano recital. I had cooked all afternoon, set the table, and helped her into the pale blue dress Luca loved. She stood beside the piano, cheeks flushed, fingers trembling with excitement. Then Luca's phone rang. Vivienne was spiraling again. After Luca's older brother died, his widow never really came back from it. On her worst nights, she forgot the difference between the dead husband she had lost and the brother-in-law who kept showing up to save her. And Luca always showed up. Every time Vivienne broke, he left us behind. Every time he came home, he brought apologies, pretty gifts, and promises for next time. And every time, I believed him. Until that night. Before he could make another excuse, I placed the divorce papers in front of him. He signed without reading them, then touched my shoulder like he was the one being generous. "When this is over, I'll make it up to you," he said. "You, me, and Mia. The Maldives. No calls. No interruptions." Then he kissed our daughter's hair and walked out before she played a single note. What Luca didn't know was that Mia's passport was already packed. So was the little suitcase under her bed. I was done waiting for a man who only loved us when no one else needed him. This time, he could come home to an empty house.