Perfect Secret Love Novels & Stories

Watching you surrender to me, love me unconditionally and selflessly 5 years ago, I would never have imagined that you are more than what you showed me. His hands caressed her face and tenderly removed her raven black hair that formed a curtain on her face." I promise my love, no matter what secrets you have and how dark they might be, I will help you keep them and die protecting them. You promised to love all of me and I promise to love your secrets even if they are unknown to me. Your secrets will be the ropes that would tie my love to you. I promise you my love." Hamdan felt his heart burst with love for his wife.

"Issac what is it?" I asked, confused. He kneeled down in front of me and took out a black velvet box. My breath got caught in my throat. Can this moment be any more magical? He looked at me with those mesmerizing eyes and for a second I thought I saw tears in his eyes. "Sabrina Alexandra, you came into my life like a miracle. Meeting you was like crossing a desert and finding a river. There was a moment in my life when I felt like I will never be able to experience this true and sincere love ever again. But here we are.." he said giggling.

Another guy, wearing his eyeglasses, made him look like a geek, but what really got my attention was the girl who seemed to be in all the pictures. She was stunningly beautiful. She was grinning with Blake in one picture, and they seemed very happy. One picture fell from the album, and it was them again, in their scuba diving suit, her hands were weaved at the back of his neck, and his arms were on her waist. My heart went to my throat as I read the message at the back. ‘My forever love’. I closed my eyes and sighed. Paintings can never be perfect, no matter how the artist wants them to be. I took the picture and slid it into the pocket of the luggage.

There was an underlying message. "What do you mean?" he asked. I looked. "You know a couple of secrets?" I stared and got lost in my mind for a moment. Did I know secrets? Hell yeah I did. I knew who Amy and Mya's mother was. I knew the truth about baby Aaron's paternity test. And I knew about Chad and Amy's secret romance. So yeah...I knew some secrets. I looked over at Justin. "Did you know who Chad's first girlfriend was?" He looked at me for a moment, and then looked away.

“Perfect Lover?” I nodded, leaning slightly against the chair across from him. “It’s silly, I know. But the story behind them is kind of sweet. The idea is that if two people are perfectly synchronized, in the same ‘time zone,’ they’ll never miss each other. But if they aren’t…” I gestured vaguely, feeling oddly self-conscious. “...well, it’s not anyone’s fault. They’re just living in different worlds. Different stages of life, different priorities. You can’t force that kind of timing.” He studied me for a moment, something unreadable in his dark eyes. “And you think the person I’m waiting for is in a different time zone?”

Granted, the unfortunate truth of the large amount of those significant others who would not remain faithful was horrendously heartbreaking, but the true loves always waited. They found their one; their person. They would wait until the world ended if they had to, to be together again. That was the best kind of love. Juliet wanted that kind of love more than anything in the world. If it wasn't his job, it had to be something else. He looked and sounded normal. She immediately worried that it was something that she wasn't able to see, something behind closed doors that deterred women. Was it a fetish that she was going to have to live with?

She looked healthier than she had in months, energized by the day's happiness, completely unaware of the secret that could shatter the perfect family portrait she believed they had created. Alexander watched her from across the room, thinking about how differently she might look at him if she knew what he knew. But tonight was not for such revelations. Tonight was for celebration, for hope, for the beginning they had fought so hard to reach. The secret of Unit 237 could wait. For now, at least. Camille looked up at him, eyes bright with happiness, untroubled by the shadows he kept hidden. "I love you, Alexander Pierce." "And I love you, Camille Pierce," he replied, the name still new on his

Clause 2: Public Marriage, Private Terms. Clause 3: No Disclosure of Personal History. Clause 4: No Physical Obligation Unless Consensual. Clause 5: Total Confidentiality. Clause 6: No Secrets — From Either Side. Her fingers stilted over the last line. No secrets. Her voice, when it came, was barely above a whisper. “This part,” she murmured, pointing to the line. “No secrets… what does that mean?” Damian leaned forward, folding his hands. There was something rigid in the way he moved—like he wasn’t used to explaining himself.

she finally answered. He pulled her up from the fountain bench with infinite strength. “You're keeping a secret, my love,” he murmured as his lips found hers, seeking and inevitably finding that sweet bliss which could only be found in a kiss. Against her lips, he said, “No, you're not seeing someone else, but it is a secret nonetheless...” When he pulled away, his forehead rested against hers. “It's all right. We all have secrets. Let us hope yours isn't too serious.”

So she simply had to give up her dreams of having one. But here was one, shiny and brand new. One of the few that she had seen in Ireland, and she sucked in a breath when she saw Isabella in it. On the driver's side was a man she could not recognize due to the dark and the distance, but by the way he was dressed, it was easy to see the man was no ordinary man. "So this is the rich lover. Well, well." Eileen said, and smiled evilly. "the cat's out of the bag." she got out her phone and took pictures and videos of them, then sent them to her team.