Reclaimed Secrets Novels & Stories

“If she locks it, then that means we can't get a look at what is inside.” Caramel smirked. “Well, that would be the case if I didn't have a key.” She pulled it out from her pocket. “I had one moulded for me, so I have a replica.” “You are evil.” Logan chuckled. “But you love me like that…” she replied with a smile. She pushed out the secret drawer and inserted the key. Their eyes glued to the spot, and their hearts pounded with anticipation of the content. Once it was open, they started to pull out documents and files. One after the other, they check everyone.

He entered a long code, leaned forward for the scanner to read his eye. A section of the bookcase, smooth and seamless, slid aside with a soft hiss. Behind it was not a room, but darkness. That's where the secrets actually live," Brian breathed, his tone hushed. "The ones that aren't in the archive. The ones that can bring it all down." He glared at Davidson with an inscrutable look. "The key of irrevocability." He reached out and grasped Davidson's, the one with the watch on which the scars were visible. He moved his fingers over the keypad.

The last thing I remembered hearing was, “we got her.” ** |Sean's POV| "She's in the mansion, tied on a chair, in the basement. Two guards are in front of her cell." Jake, one of my men informed. He was standing straight with his hands behind his back. "She killed someone. The sight was gruesome. The man had a dick in his mouth and his face was completed unrecognisable. I'm telling you, boss, this girl's mental." "And we found her outside the club." Travis, another one of my guys added with a nod. I glanced at him before rolling my eyes, "yeah ‘cause that's where I told you you'd find her, idiot."

“We’ve proven that change is possible. Now it’s time to ensure it’s sustainable.” --- The Unveiling of Secrets Later that day, as Ayesha organized files in the library, she stumbled upon an old, dusty journal tucked away behind the bookshelves. Curiosity piqued, she opened it and began to read. The journal belonged to Arman’s late father and detailed the struggles he had faced building the family business. But as Ayesha read further, she discovered cryptic entries hinting at long-buried secrets—deals made in desperation, alliances forged in the shadows.

Only when I spotted the closed door did I heave a sigh of relief. After that, I quickly dug out the note from the hidden pocket of my coat. A few words were scrawled on the piece of paper. "Quick, escape! Danger!" My heart skipped a beat out of horror. I quickly tore the note into pieces before stuffing it back into the hidden pocket. Then, I pulled out my phone and tapped on a WhatsApp chat box before typing out a message. I made sure to send the coordinates of my location too. When everything was done, I deleted the chat history immediately before placing my phone and my coat in their original positions. Finally, I sighed in relief.

Jordan looked exhausted, shadows etched beneath his eyes, but the fire in them hadn’t dimmed. He crossed the room in two strides and pulled me into a brief, fierce embrace before stepping back. “The archives were breached last night. They took only one thing: the Architectura Occulta Regia. Old castle blueprints, Scarlett. Hidden tunnels, forgotten chambers, structural secrets that could let someone walk right under our defenses.”

Time to pick myself up again after Damian shattered it into pieces. A few weeks later, while I was walking around with Ellie on my day off, one of the billboards in the City showed a very familiar face. I stared at it to make sure I'm not mistaking that person for someone else. My heart dropped when I saw her video on the billboard. That's Damian's mistress. I turned around so I wouldn't see her face. Ellie looked at me and patted my shoulder, “Hey, are you okay?” She asked with perplexed look upon her face

Oliver rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched despite himself. Turning to Carter, he composed himself, slipping back into his role. “I need to know all there is about Alpha Sebastian. His personal life, his schedule outside work. Contact our allies…” He motioned towards the drawer where he kept a diary with all contacts. The Pack Alpha was old school like that. “Anything helps. We cannot be prepared enough.” “Oliver…is all of this really necessary?” The thought of finding information on the Alpha who belonged in my past made something weird unfurl in my stomach. What if I dig something I don’t want to?

The room was dim, illuminated only by the glow of the screen and the faint flicker of the fire’s residual glow outside. The flash drive felt almost sacred in my trembling hands—alive with potential, with secrets waiting to be unleashed. The screen flickered, then stabilized. One folder appeared. **LEDA**. My breath hitched. The myth—the story my mother loved, about the girl transformed into a swan, a symbol of beauty and violation hidden behind a veneer of grace. I whispered, “Leda,” breath trembling with a mixture of awe and dread. We clicked open the folder. Inside: subfolders labeled with initials and dates—R.D. – 2017, C.M. – 2018, S.R. – 2019. Dozens of them, each a vault of secrets.

"And the Moonfall Kings hid their secrets here." I placed my thumb on the concealed scanner, and allowed a small wave of my Royal magic to flow through the wood. The bookshelf popped open to reveal a glowing blue computer terminal, pristine and connected to the continent's ancient computer mainframe. I settled in and started furiously typing on the ancient keyboard. I ignored the usual architectural records I had been using during the war and unlocked the secure, encrypted historical archives. "Search for 'The Veil'," I said, as lines of code scrolled down the screen in English. "Search for 'Crimson Court'."