Our Secret Song Novels & Stories

This good, okay, calm down一he got up and walked to the cabin. I wonder, how will he sing? Will he do it right? I imagine so. Seconds later he returns and sits down with the guitar in his arms. 一Well, this song, I wrote it recently in fact, it is for someone special一his look fell on me. Oh, God, that special someone is me?一but with this, it became clear that she is the only one 一that is why she began to play the guitar and sing: 一If there is nothing to say or anything to talk about, you do not need to explain, if you keep all the secrets of my life and my dreams and you know it. You are the only song I will always write, following my heartbeat. Every word every note you give me makes me feel

“Yep! From now on we will call this place Cathy’s secret base. The secret place that only the two of us knew.” A bit of a lie, for in reality all from the mansion already know about it including his younger sister Lindsey that came to the point that she begs him to let her into the game which he explains with a mystery lie that always makes Lindsey shut and more likely intrigue. The secret base that his parents know and just let him be, knowing that it is for his very best friend and childhood friend, Cath. “I have something for you.” He cheerfully said having a bright smile, as he held a piece of paper where he wrote a song that he’s been working on for days.

Our department went on a team-building hike. When it was time to split into groups, I looked at Janet Wiley, the woman I had been secretly dating for two years, sure she would pick me. Instead, she walked over to Nash Fuller, her childhood friend who had just come back from overseas. "You're out of shape. Come with me. I'll make sure you don't fall behind." Nash gave her a crooked grin and rested a hand lightly on her arm. Our coworkers immediately started giving them a hard time. "Childhood sweethearts, huh? Ms. Wiley, you're still single, right? You two actually look pretty good together." Janet didn't move away. She just smiled faintly and said, "Yeah. I'm single." I went still

The casino lights suddenly seemed brighter than they had a few moments ago, the stage larger, the microphone more threatening. By the time I reached center stage, I was already planning my funeral. The host handed me the microphone. The opening notes of the song began. Then realization hit. My eyes narrowed. Of course. Of course he had chosen this song. The lyrics belonged to a classic country hit about a woman carrying on a secret relationship behind her husband's back while convincing herself each little lie wasn't really a lie at all. It began innocently enough, then spiraled into increasingly ridiculous excuses as the woman dug herself deeper and deeper into trouble.

He struck the opening chord again, and this time, the slow-burn magic took over the room. As we sang together, the lyrics acted as a double-edged sword, cutting straight through the lies and secrets we were both desperate to keep. Kingsley took the first line of the medley, his deep, velvety baritone echoing off the acoustic panels of the studio. When Kingsley sang about wanting to "rewrite the stars" and change their fate, he was looking directly at me. > "You think I'm easy to find, mister?" > "No, I think you're... a dirty little secret."

"We can't do this. Not anymore. You're my stepbrother now." He chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated through me. "Stepbrother," he repeated, tasting the word. "Doesn't change what happened last night. Or how much you moaned my name." His hand brushed my lower back subtly, fingers tracing the curve of my spine through my shirt. I stepped away, heat pooling in my groin despite myself. "This is serious," I hissed. "My dad... your mom... if they find out—" "They won't," he interrupted, popping a strawberry into his mouth with casual grace. "Unless you can't handle a little secret." His dark eyes challenged me, daring me to push back.

Gerald then looked at her closely and tried to give her secret through just a glance but apparently Emily still didn't understand either. "So, that's the first explanation, but I'm sure if you have guessed the next secret which is quite big even in my opinion," Gerald muttered at once. Hearing this, Emily didn't understand. Oh, what riddle is this again? "Umm, I'm not good at guessing. So what?" she asked then. You can see the man staring at all the sides that are around them at this time. After Gerald felt safe, he immediately drew closer to Emily. "I.. gay," Gerald answered then and immediately Emily was silent for a moment. Ah, so it seems the secret is...

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

Being next to him made me feel that way—the pleasant shiver down my spine, my stomach turning. "Let's start by listening to Adele then," Apollo got up from the bed, began removing his suit, and grabbed his phone. "Which album?" "Hm..." I started taking off my heels. "25." Apollo searched through his phone screen, and then the chords of the first song began playing from internal speakers on the wall. "I told you, this place has everything," Apollo smiled and started taking off his shoes too. "Especially if you are here." I looked at him, my heart pounding in my ears.

Without another word, they began placing the vases around the room, not bothering about the group of shocked onlookers. “Aww Ayc, was this my surprise?” Aria asked, looking at the huge bear in awe. “Uhh… Yeah?” he said unsurely. Suddenly a screen was pulled out from behind the teddy bear and a song began playing; No place by the Backstreet boys. “Hey, Ari…” Aria began tearing up when the words appeared on the screen. “So it’s kinda cheesy” A picture of a blushing mouse appeared on screen, making her giggle. “But the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were home”