Read Your Secret Keeper Novels & Stories

The man's posture relaxed, and a look of unnamable sympathy surfaced in his eyes. "Ms. Carr, right? She comes here every month." Every month? "To do what?" I asked. "To swap out the cloths." The man led me around the warehouse to a row of metal lockers. The lockers were covered in labels. He pulled open a drawer in the third row, on the far left. Inside was a small wooden box. Taped to the lid was a slip of white paper with two words written on it—Stanley Allen. That was Dad's name.

“Yeah. I really do.” He felt a wave of relief crash over him. “I’m so glad.” “Does anybody else know?” she said. “Anyone at work?” “King knows, but that’s it.” “God. That man knows everything, huh?” “Oh, yeah.” Aidan laughed. “He’s the ultimate Secret Keeper, let me tell you.” Gabi paused, wondering if she should ask the next question. “And do you ever feel – feel tempted to drink?”

I started to read. Dear Prince Jeremy Conrad Wulfric the Third, I have saved your beloved mate and cared for her for the past seven weeks. I apologise for never reaching out to you, but I waited for the right time to reveal an exhilarating truth to you. But a truth you need to keep secret. I looked at the piece of metal in my hand, then flipped it around, only to find that there was more written. I took a trembling breath and continued to read the rest of the message.

"You've got no right to talk about love. A hidden girlfriend? Nah, just my replacement." Anger surged within me. Before I could shoot back, her smile turned cruel. She shoved past me, knocking my shoulder hard. "Know your place." Her footsteps faded, leaving me clutching my chest. The pain was unbearable. Luke failed me, but Karma always came back around. Once I calmed down, I went home. Mike called. "Your fiancé got you an animal biology book with real specimens inside. Pretty cool, right? How are you going to thank me?"

“Darling, offer our guest a seat “ Mr. Vaughn’s voice rang out and he stepped out, still cooperately dressed but this time he was in a black suit and white shirt with no tie and the buttons undone to show off his rippled chest. These couple definitely knew what they were doing. “Please seat” he spoke and came to seat across me. We went through the rules and it was simple; ‘this secret remains between us even when the contract is broken and whatever you're uncomfortable with, speak up’ I nodded in confimatin and verified the document on a computer with my fingerprint with half parted lips, cause I couldn't breathe. The silence was deafening but I didn't feel uncomfortable. There were no side

Kayla suddenly exclaimed, her voice taking on an excited tone that made me laugh again, this time in surprise. She abruptly stopped in front of a watch store, and I frowned, trying to figure out what had caught her attention. Nothing in that display seemed particularly appealing to Kayla. She was more into fashion and female accessories, not heavy, masculine watches. Unless... "Look at this watch, Lauren!" Kayla said excitedly, crouching down to get a better view of the display. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she pointed to a men’s watch, elegant and imposing. "It looks so heavy and... it's gorgeous! Isn't it?"

Her eyes met his, playful and piercing, and the small smile curling on her lips felt like an invitation, coaxing him closer, making each heartbeat echo loudly in his chest. As he took another cautious step, a loose floorboard beneath him shifted with a gentle pop. Startled, he bent down, revealing a hidden nook beneath the wood. Inside lay a leather-bound ledger, the pages yellowed and soft with age. His pulse jumped. The ledger was thick with secrets—payments from Michael to a man named Raven, cryptic notes that linked the house explosion to a carefully staged insurance scam. The weight of it pressed into his palm, a dangerous, thrilling secret promising the revenge he had long imagined.

A soft click echoed through the chamber. The small stone chest slowly opened. Everyone leaned forward. Expecting ancient jewels. Secret documents. Or a powerful weapon. Instead... Inside lay a single folded sheet of paper. Nothing else. Elias frowned. "That's it?" The Keeper smiled. "The greatest treasures are usually the lightest." Amara carefully unfolded the paper. The handwriting was elegant. Clear. At the top were three simple words. The Final Promise She began to read aloud. "To the Guardian who opens this chest..." "If you have reached this place..."

Everyone else was where they were supposed to be, but I wasn’t about to waste another second playing fair. I walked quickly, purposefully, until I reached Seb’s locker. I glanced left, then right. Empty hall. Perfect. I’d already managed to get his passcode earlier this week, people underestimate how easy it is to watch someone when they’re not paying attention. He thought he was clever, but I was smarter. I typed the numbers in. The lock clicked open. Inside, a pile of books and random junk. But one thing caught my eye immediately: a small black box shoved into the corner. There was a sloppy label on the top in Seb’s handwriting: Secret.

"you're definitely going to find him, I promise you to do everything it can take to get you your desired husband, I promise" "Can you keep your secret?" "god's secrets binds them to death"