Poems About Secret Lovers Novels & Stories

Eliora said to me, "Why do you do that? Why do you speak of him as if he put the stars in the sky when he did nothing but break you so god damn much that the cracks in your heart were practically visible through your eyes." I laughed softly, "That's the things about love, isn't it? You'll let them get away with murder, even if it's your own." Eliora sighed, "Is that really love?" "I think we could've had something real," I confess. Not just his secret lover. "Maybe I'm wrong but I think he could've loved me." He never told me he loved me for all the years we have been together as secret lovers. Well, I told him he could date other people while he was with me. And to my surprise, he really di

Mrs Stones let out a small sigh, "I'm so happy he finally decided to settle down." She talked as though her husband wasn't the one who forced him in the first place. I was starting to get tired of being here and I was slowly regretting asking Duncan to leave. "There's not much to my background, Lora. I love keeping my life private if you don't mind." "Oh of course not, I don't mind one bit. it's only normal to keep a basic life private." Yep, now I was sure she was on to something. I was curious if I had met her before and I didn't remember, because these attacks seemed a little too personal.

“Soon. I can’t keep lying to my daughter. And I can’t keep hiding how much I love you.” I lay in his arms, listening to the rain. The festival lights were gone. The celebration had ended. But our secret love was burning brighter — and more dangerously — than ever.

He stared at it for two seconds but made no move. "If you hadn't been so stubborn and just agreed to break the bond back then, you wouldn't be in this mess, would you?" I didn't respond. He leaned in closer, lowering his voice like he was bestowing some grand favor upon me. "It's too late for all that now, I suppose. But I'm a sentimental guy. If you ever change your mind, you can always come back. The title might not be there, but the perks will be." His meaning was crystal clear—come back and be his secret lover.

He would roar through the front doors, and Nadia, who was always watching, would pull the trigger before he could even shift. I opened my mouth, but in that moment, the silence between us was the loudest sound in the woods because the moon stood high to watch the play, as shadows danced where secrets lay; for love is a bridge, but lies are the tide, and even a King cannot reach where the moonlight hides.

Beneath the surface, shadows breathe, Secrets coil like thieves in sheaths. A glance, a word, a hidden sigh, Truths that twist and never die. Walls have ears, and floors can speak, Silent games the fearless seek. Every lock hides a story untold, Every shadow, a hand to hold. Trust is fragile, fate a knife, Every secret cuts like life. Yet in the darkness, a spark may gleam, The hidden pulse of a waking dream.

But with each stolen moment, the walls around them seemed to close in, the tension rising like a gathering storm. Their encounters became more daring, fueled by a desperate desire to savor every stolen second. The hidden garden, a sanctuary of blossoming flowers and moonlit whispers, became their refuge. Celeste's heart fluttered as she approached their secret meeting spot, the anticipation mingling with a hint of fear. The shadows danced around them, casting a veil of secrecy over their forbidden love.

The echoes of my heart intertwined with his, creating a harmony that resonated through the moonlit night. As our eyes locked in a silent acknowledgment of the years lost to secrecy, the moon, the eternal witness, seemed to infuse the air with a renewed sense of possibility. The garden, once touched by the melancholy of farewells, now radiated with the promise of a love rekindled. The gentle rustle of leaves orchestrated a melody as he extended his hand, inviting me into a dance that transcended the boundaries of time and space. Without words, our hearts communicated the unspoken truth—we were bound by a destiny that neither of us could escape.

The heat building between us. "I love you, Nerezza, as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul." He whispered finally and our lips met. Small gasps echoed in the ballroom but they all faded away. Became nothing more than insects buzzing in the distance. I was lost to him at that moment. We pulled away and I smiled up at him. "I don't think our love is a secret any longer."

I only open my eyes after the elevator comes to a stop at the top floor, where I shuffle over to the door on the right of the short hallway. I'm sure that our nosy neighbor is watching me again, but what can I say, I really don't care. The walls are sound proof, the windows mirrored, if that old hag gets off on keeping track how often we come and go, I'll be the last one to get in her face. After all, we're just a young couple, happily in love, and have nothing to hide. I laugh softly to myself as I get my keys out and let myself in.