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I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel Something really real so that I can really Feel like a person again I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel I just wanna feel something, I just wanna feel Something really real so that I can really Feel like a person again Can you tell me a secret? Can you tell me what's wrong with me? I know I should be angry But I can barely feel a fuckin' thing Can you tell me a secret? Can you tell me what's wrong with me? Can you tell me what's wrong with me? By the time I was reaching home it was already night time. It's been a year and I still haven't seen her.

"Oh please. I love him. But he doesn't need that much affection. Let me tell you a secret" "Mhm?" "If you love a man too much, he takes you for a fool. I'm not saying don't love him, no no, you can, but you don't have to over love him, so that if he isn't even the one for you, and it's time to let him go, it wouldn't hurt as much" "So it's more of like a heart guarding method?" "Yes. That, and also the fact that your man is suppose to love you more than you love him. If you love your man more than he loves you, then..."

Learn all his my dirty secrets before he takes me down or whatever his plan is. He had kneeled beside me, swiveling my chair until I was facing him. His hands rested on my thighs, his thumbs caressing them softly as he knelt between my parted legs. My breath hitched, I could feel myself getting excited. Scar wouldn’t shut the fuck up either, begging me to claim him. He stared into my eyes, his face was soft compared to his usual sternness. “You can tell me, Tara. You know that I will always keep your secrets,” he whispered, his chocolate scent relaxing me.

They all walked over to her reading what was writing on the page. "So if we tell our secret to the one we trust the least does another page unlock for us too?" They looked down at the book watching as a new word appeared. To unlock this page you must tell your deepest secret to someone in the group you trust the least. Yes. "Who'll start first?" Adrian inquired making everyone look around. "You." "I trust all of you." They all mumbled the same. "Then how are we going to unlock the page-" Amaris cut himself off as more words appeared on the page.

[Seriously, ugly girl, you blocked me?] [Just wait. I'll show everyone your account, and you won't be welcome in the music world anymore!] It was Carl's secret account. I looked through my old songs, and the comments were overwhelming. [An ugly girl with no love life shouldn't be daydreaming with music.] [You're always trying to get attention with your voice. Isn't that gross?] [I thought a voice like that would belong to a gorgeous girl, but it's just a loud, obnoxious person. It makes me sick.]

I gave a half smile as I kept aside three CD plates having images and soundtracks of Brian. When I fondled further into the cupboard I could find a sizable diary, which had Brian’s name scribbled on it. Upon seeing the diary, I was puzzled and took it out “Welcome To My… Little Secret…” I read the first note on the dairy, and raised a brow when I flipped through pages to realize the uncountable secret he had written down. I am Scribbling down these little secrets in explicit sentences;

Her hands trembled slightly as she continued: "Through hidden hand and stolen word, Tell me where the book was heard. Which soul defied the sacred vow, And holds the blackened magic now. By blood of old, by truth concealed, Let now the secret be revealed!" The wind grew stronger. The dust spun faster. A strange hum filled the room, like a low whisper coming from the walls. Emily gasped softly. Jason moved to shield her, but Sonia raised her hand slightly, eyes still closed. "Don't stop it," she said in a strained voice.

I raised an eyebrow, needing to have it all laid out. I knew, somewhere deep down, that I should ask more questions. But in the moment, I repeated the one that mattered to me most. “I’m not a secret anymore?” “Not from Beth.” I saw the faintest hint of conflict in his eyes. Even so, hearing the words again felt like a forklift had just been lifted off of my soul. Beth knew. Danny chose me. I was no longer a secret. Between that… the relief that my earlier insecurity was proven wrong… and the way the mate bond sparks pulled at me… I was a goner.

But I did. They were love letters. Passionate, reckless. Written to a man named Robert. Dates from fifteen years ago. Descriptions of stolen nights in hotel rooms, whispered promises, guilt over betraying someone unnamed. One line stood out: “I know it’s wrong, but I’ve never felt more alive.” My hands shook as I folded them back into the envelope. That night I showed them to Kai in the garden, hidden behind the rose trellis where the security lights didn’t reach. The air smelled of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine.

It Runs In The Family Thalia What the actual fuck???? Thalia was making her way through the dream scape, throwing her secret message around like fucking confetti when she sensed something so alluring she knew it had to be some kind of gift from the gods. It was warmth, it was like chocolate fucked peanut butter then rolled in Carmel, sex on fire. It was a hum that made her toes curl a bit. So..she ran to it. not walked but...ran. She could hear things more clearly now, she was stepping into somewhere new, and somewhere new had a deep husky voice mumbling something, grunting quiet moans.