Our Secret Song Novels & Stories

"THIS is the cool band I've been waiting for," said Kacey. "Really?" I asked. "Not the band actually, but one of them," Kacey corrected herself. "Who?" I asked again. Kacey then whispered into my ear. "Secret." "Oh," I responded curtly. If a girl had been playing secrets like this, I should not fight her. Better just say yes, right?

I place my hand behind me on the couch when he kneels in front of me, I'm still moving my hips. "This song..." He breathes into my hair and I smile. This song was a secret to a lot of our multiple hardcore sex, it became our favorite song. It was both slow, sensual and daring. The guy's voice in the song usually gave me goosebumps but it increased when Jacob kissed me or touched me.

“Scar!” I laughed uproariously. “I really like you!” “I should hope so!” His arms found their home at my waist, and he spun me into another fast song. “But I’ll tell you a secret,” he whispered in my ear, pausing on the precipice of the dance, “I really like you, too.”

"Next song that plays I'll put my gift to good use. Only for you." "Ain't I a lucky one?" I rolled my eyes playfully. "So you're gonna pervert another one of these beautiful songs?" he smiled and my stomach churned all the more. Just then the chords of the new song began and both our attention snapped there. I easily recognized Rewrite the stars at Zac Efron first sentence: 'You know I want you. It's not a secret I try to hide.' Nate smirked, parting his lips to contribute in his own horrible way. "I know you-"

Star, Wave, Coral, Pearl, Eye, Dolphin, Sea anemone, Conch shell, Moon. SCREEEEEECH!!!! An alarm blared, and a red light on the door lit up, indicating that the code was wrong. They looked at each other in confusion. "How could it be wrong? Let's read it again," It quickly picked up the paper with the lyrics. "Maybe it's this," Mhok, who had been silent for a long time, pointed to one part of the song. "'This world holds many hidden secrets'. The password might start after this line."

he said and licked his lower lip, seductively. " You have a weird way of making a request. I don't want to hear the universe's voice" she snapped " Your choice" " Yes, my choice" " Are you sure you won't regret it? I mean the universe's voice is beautiful" he said " I would rather listen to a dog bark" she snapped She is a hard one to crack, but he won't give up just yet. He is Maverick Madon he gets whatever he wants. "I guess you don't want to know the secret person too," he said referring to the person she is going to give the invitation card to.

The walls lit up with red strobe lights, bathing the room in an urgent glow. “Security breach,” a calm, synthetic voice declared. “Initiating lockdown protocol.” “Looks like it’s time to bid adieu, gentlemen. But don’t worry,” Tom said, backing towards the hidden panel that housed his escape route, “I’ll be sure to send you a postcard from my next exotic locale.” With a wink and a click of his heels, Tom slipped through the opening just as the shutters clanged down, sealing Grossman and his crew inside.

As soon as her son’s excited chatter faded into background noise, old worries crashed in—Ava, still unconscious in that hospital bed; Marcus falling apart; and the woman tangled up at the center of it all, living with the ugliest secret Selena had ever uncovered. Elara Quinn. Up until now, just a name buried deep in restricted files. Keller nudged her on the way to the rental car. “You alright? What do you think?” “I know coming was right, but honestly, it feels like there are stacks of secrets waiting to explode,” Selena said, tired. “If it made sense, we wouldn’t realize how deep it goes.” Keller gave her a look—part concern, part exhaustion. He got it. Selena always let her fears simmer,

A long groan slipped out of my throat. Clarissa froze immediately, clearly startled. I felt embarrassed, too, but the raw urge surging through my body left me no room to think anymore. "Ms. Hartley, it's me." My voice shook with a mix of nerves and embarrassment. "Sh-Shawn? Wh-why are you here?" Her voice was full of shock. For some reason, though, she still hadn't moved away. Our bodies were still pressed together. I could still feel that heat wrapped tightly around me, as if one push would break the final barrier between us.

I sighed first and then played what I wanted to sing. I just wanted to be able to relax my brain by singing so I went there. The song was entitled, “Secrets” and I relate myself to it. Yes, I have so many secrets. Secrets that are not easy to confess or to talk about. Even though I'd like to tell others about it, I always end up telling lies. Instead of telling it to others, to let this off my chest, I did the complete opposite from what the song says.