Puck Me Secretly Mga Nobela at Kwento

Laughter ricocheted, voices tangled. In the middle of it, Tyler slipped me aside. Small, badly wrapped gift in hand. His eyes were intense, tracking me as I struggled with tape hands brushing mine in the kind of gentle, unintentional intimacy that makes blood race. I knew instantly what it was. A puck. Simple. Circular. Black rubber, about three inches across. But the signature stopped my breath. Smith. Williams. My hand shot to my mouth, eyes stinging. The ache in my throat wasn’t just from shock it was something darker, deeper, twisting. A memory. A history. A grief I thought I’d buried. And yet here it was, in my hands, impossible and undeniable.

Putting the forms away in my locker, I checked the time, and I was five minutes late for my meet-up with Ryan. Knowing I was late, I made my way to an abandoned office on campus not too far from my department. That was our secret meeting place. Getting there, I looked around to make sure no one was around. When I was certain about that, I entered and locked the door behind me. I turned around to find Ryan standing by the window looking out. I made my way over to him, tiptoeing, and hugged him from behind when I got to him. “You’re late, babe. Thought you weren’t going to make it,” he said while turning around to face me with his hand on my waist.

"Harder, Marcus! Fuck me like you're trying to erase everything else!" He obeyed, his pace becoming frantic. He hammered into her, the sound of their union—the shlicking of the penetration and the slapping of skin—filling the living room. He shifted his angle, lifting her hips and driving deeper, his balls slapping against her perineum with every stroke. "You're my secret," he grunted, his voice a guttural rasp. "My beautiful, forbidden little secret. Do you like knowing that I'm lying to the world just to have this?"

The Alpha and Luna would be there like they always were when it was a pups first time shifting. I slowly finished my shower, got ready for the day I was about to face. I glanced at my phone with no missed calls or texts from Jackson. I sent him a quick text telling him I loved him and I just wanted to know if he was ok. Nothing back as I stood there just holding my phone. A tear slid down my cheek. I had the worst gut wrenching feeling in my stomach.

Macey noticed. “Jeez, did you fall off a treadmill or something?” she joked. “Your legs are walking funny.” I shrugged. “Sore from squats.” “Sure,” she smirked. “You’ve either been lifting weights… or you’ve got a secret you’re not telling me.” I smiled faintly, sipping my coffee. Some secrets weren’t meant to be shared. Not yet.

Uneasiness coursed through my bloodstream like a kindled flame, licking the inside of me thoroughly and leaving goosebumps marring my skin in their waking. I swallowed, “What?” I had intended for my voice to come out rough, more confident; not a squeak that came out, resembling a scared child facing The Cringe right before he stole Christmas. “You heard me. Do you love Pierre?” SECRETS. Even now, I didn’t know if I should just come clean, rip off the bandaid or swallow down the lump in my throat, and lie through my teeth, because of the damn secret I have been carrying for over a year now.

“And stop calling him that.” “Why? That is his name on your phone. Want to know what your name is on mine?” “No.” “Party Pooper.” I groaned into my hands. Footsteps sounded in the hall. Zuki’s smile sharpened. “Relax, cuz,” she whispered. “Your secret is safe with me.” “I do not have a secret,” I said. Bobby walked back in just as the words left my mouth, a tray in his hands with three cans of soda and a bowl of chips.

The next time she opened her eyes the pack was standing in front of her. "Ah, good," Rogue smiled. "Welcome everyone! I just have a little announcement, I won't keep you guys for too long. So, secrecy, isn't something I like. Your Luna, has been keeping a very big secret from me and I am not happy about that. If you think you can hide something from me, you're wrong, I'll always find out. Secrecy is something that needs to be punished, just so you know that I'm not kidding around. I don't kid." The pack was silent, but the silence was broken quickly by a sickening crack and Brooke's scream.

I stand there stunned unsure what to do when Paxton comes walking out in a pair of basketball shorts. “You wouldn’t even speak to any of us. You sent us away that night then I texted you. How was I supposed to know you broke your phone and wouldn’t receive it?” I am confused for a second at his words before I realize he thinks I am talking about the questions I asked about magic and the Full Moon Ball. “That’s not what I meant. You can shift. You have a wolf and you never told me.” “Very few knew. It was my secret.” “But why keep it a secret?’

Chapter one Katie's POV I don’t know if I can trust you with this, but I have a secret that’s been eating me alive. It isn’t something I’m proud of… but every time I remember it, my body betrays me. My thighs press together right now just thinking about it. It was supposed to be simple. Just one man. One of my husband’s friends – the one I’d been secretly craving for months.