Read Your Secret Keeper Novels & Stories

It came in the form of an unexpected letter, delivered to our doorstep one sunny afternoon. Curiosity mingled with caution as I carefully opened the envelope, my heart quickening with anticipation. Inside, I found a single sheet of paper, its contents written in elegant script. The words that greeted me sent a chill down my spine. "Anna, I know your secret. The truth you've hidden from Victor. If you want to protect everything you hold dear, meet me at the old abandoned warehouse at midnight. Come alone." The words hung in the air, their weight heavy on my heart. A secret? What could this mysterious sender possibly know? My mind raced with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the las

The First Keeper smiled faintly. "You wondered when the right moment would come." He nodded toward the letter. "It has." Adrian's fingers trembled as he broke the ancient wax seal. The crack echoed unnaturally loud. Inside was a single sheet of paper. No long explanation. Only six handwritten sentences. He read them aloud. "If you are reading this..." "Then the Author has finally awakened." Adrian stopped. His heart pounded. He continued. "Do not trust what your eyes see." "Do not trust what history remembers."

--- In the hallway, Kieran leaned against the wall, the image of the leather-bound book lingering in his mind. “Secrets,” he murmured to himself, his silver eyes narrowing. Until Briar realizes it herself, this must remain a secret.

“Yeah, I know.” I leapt over the barrier, having no card to scan, and then walked away from the main reading room. The path I took made no sense to me, and yet I knew exactly where to go. I got another text. Frowning at it, I showed it to Marla. “Stay here,” I murmured. “Keep watch?” She nodded. Then, as I turned the next corner, it made sense. I pulled back the book it told me to, and found myself in a secret room.

She slowly reached into her pocket. The sparrow ring. The one Richard had hidden beneath his bed. Almost without thinking, she pressed it against the center of the lock. A soft click echoed through the chamber. The gate swung open. Richard stepped out. He looked at Amelia with pride. “Now you understand.” She frowned. “Understand what?” “The Keeper was never meant to inherit power.” Richard placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “The Keeper exists…” “…to make sure no one else ever does.” Before Amelia could respond, every light in the chamber suddenly flashed bright white.

Still, he failed to see me again. Half a year later, the East Port expansion was completed. I stood upon the highest platform of the port, watching massive cargo ships slowly dock at the shore one after another. James handed a letter over. "Miss, it's from Harrison Tucker." I didn't take it. "Burn it." The ocean breeze whipped up my long hair, and in the distance, a ship's whistle blared. My life had only just begun.

“I should call Ryan and have him take it on his way out,” I say while bringing out my phone. But then I stopped when I realized it’s been almost 10 minutes since I left Ryan, and he should have already left the place by now. Having no other choice, I got out of my car to go get it myself. Getting closer to our secret place, I begin to hear some funny voices. Once I’m at the door, I realize it’s a girl moaning, and I also hear slippery sounds and skin slapping against each other.

And then, at the very bottom of the box, we got to my diary. The one that I had hidden in a secret compartment in the dresser that I thought my mother knew nothing about. The one that I had written in about the bullying and abuse that I suffered. The one that I had confided some of my darkest and deepest insecurities. Ashley saw my face and frowned. “Jenna?” “It’s my … my … my d-d-d-d-iary,” I whispered. “It’s here. Which means she found it. Which means… she read it.”

Ignoring her, I turned and headed out to a shop to buy miniature surveillance cameras and a GPS tracker. Gwen guarded her phone obsessively; she even took it into the bathroom when she showered. I hadn't thought much of it before, but now it was obvious she was hiding something. With no other choice, I slipped the tracker into a bag she always carried and installed the cameras in the room, waiting for her to walk into my trap. … Since we were with a tour group, we had to follow the itinerary. Early the next morning, Joanna woke all of us up to head to the first attraction.

I ignore it. Then it buzzes again. Aurora hears it. “Read it.” We do not stop moving. I pull it out while running, nearly drop it, catch it with both hands, and read. Do not go to the bank yet. They expect that. Go to the river garage on Maddox. Locker 12. Marian left a duplicate key there after the funeral. I almost laugh, not because it’s funny. Because apparently every dead woman in this story left backup plans in case the first secrets got burned, stolen, or buried by men who thought inheritance made them gods. “What?” Sebastian asks. I read it out loud.