Reclaimed Secrets Novels & Stories

My mind ran a marathon ahead of my legs when I saw him steer into the parking lot of the headquarters. My mind is a mess. It feels like everyone around me has been lying to me. It feels like there's no one to trust anymore. I'm so glad I hid the recovery of my memory from Hazel and everyone else. Hudson met me downstairs, and wrinkled his forehead. “ You're not serious,” he snorted and laid out his laptop and his company, a boy in his early twenties, joined. I passed the disk to them. He took it and slotted it into the system.

"Come with me somewhere, I want a secret reunion with you." "Reunion ... secret ...?" Kaluna was still sober enough to flatly reject Dewangga's wish. "I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore," Kaluna said without beating around the bush. "It's better for you to leave my school now." "School? No kidding!" mocked Dewangga. "You look like you want to skip school ...." "Who says I want to skip school?" Kaluna cut in fiercely. "Now will you leave or should I call the school security to evict you?"

She had disobeyed him three times this night; going outside without his permission, bringing that damn cat in his house, and coming down to the basement. Madeline hesitantly opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She was far too terrified. Was this really who Matthew was? He hid he fact that he was a direwolf, he hid the fact that he was a cruel torturer who kept men chained up in his basement, what other secrets is he keeping from her? "Answer me." His gaze was menacing. She began scolding herself for coming down here. "You should've just stayed in bed, you idiot. Everything would've been fine."

Chad cleared his throat. “They can ask all the questions that they want, it doesn’t mean I have to answer them.” Mya looked at Chad. Everyone had a lie or secret. It was naïve to think otherwise. In the case of Amy, she had one skeleton in her closet. To say that Mya was after revenge wouldn’t be wrong. Everyone needed to be taught a lesson. Secrets broke families and friendships. It made no sense to have them. If everyone could be honest the world would be a better place.

with a nod that made it holy. “Of course,” I said. “You were never harmless. You were the shelf the weapons sat on.” The firewalls folded without protest. They’d been waiting for him or me. Funds unravelled through “Cultural Restoration,” “Archival Preservation,” and “Custodial Grants” scented like philanthropy. Another branch fed into an off-book contractor: The Record House. No employees, no office, a server hidden in a building the Hall swore had burned. The purchases it covered made the truth plain augers, blast rods, reinforced couplers lined in silver. Shackles, renamed “containment.”

Derek’s POV The problem with secrets is that they decay. After enough time in the soil, they begin to smell so foul that you can detect them before you dig. That’s what this felt like. The council’s “summit.” in Ravenfalls forest. “Clean Sweep.” That’s what Adrian called it, spitting the words like they were poison when he came back with the intel, with blood still fresh on his knuckles. They want to erase everything. That’s what it meant. Erase Project Catalyst. Erase evidence. Erase loose ends. Rina. Audrey. Maybe all of us if they had the shot.

He quickly disconnects the wires when he fails to use the device to turn it off. "You are not a serious man Mr. Spencer. You called us here to make a joke of us or something? We work with time, we came here to strike a deal and sign a contract, not to watch a sex tape" I get up from my seat and pick my handbag "Unfortuantely, the contract is revoked. We can't sign with you" "But that is not possible. You should give me another chance" The others get up from their seats as well, picking their files and walking out.

Silence settled over the churchyard, Antonio cursed under his breath, “Professional cleanup.” I stared toward the tree line, someone had planned for failure, even captured operatives weren’t allowed to survive. Rachel stood quietly beside me thinking. Finally she spoke, “Twelve.” I looked at her, “The man said my mother hid twelve secrets.” She slowly reached inside her jacket and her fingers touched Evelyn’s letter. “Twelve videos, and twelve secrets, they’re connected.” she said. Antonio frowned, “You think every video reveals one piece?” he asked. Rachel nodded slowly, “My mother wasn’t just leaving memories, she was leaving instructions.” The realization settled over all of us, the hard

And drove her heel into the control panel. Glass cracked. Metal split. The door whined under pressure. Then unlocked. At the compound, the strike team suited up. No sirens. No drama. Just breathe. Steel. Focus. Because this wasn’t a mission anymore. It was a reclamation. Of memory. Of truth. Of self. The girl stepped into the darkened archive. Walls of redacted footage. Files tagged “Failed,” “Fragmented,” “Terminated.” And in the center, a glowing screen.

“Because it’s true.” I accepted the tea, fingers brushing his again. There was a vulnerability in both of us now, raw and exposed. But it didn’t scare me—not anymore. We sank onto the couch, knees touching, the heat from the mugs warming our fingers. I sipped slowly, savoring the silence between us. It wasn’t uncomfortable. It was full, alive. Then Travis spoke. “I’ve been thinking about the drive.” Of course he had. We both had. The stolen drive we’d recovered from FRGR’s encrypted servers was sitting in a secure lockbox in our hidden storage unit—a Pandora’s box of secrets waiting to be opened. Kim had risked everything to help get it. And the truth inside it could change everything.