Secret Affair Novel Pocket Fm Novels & Stories

He swallowed, suddenly too aware of the unrelieved hardness pressing against the seam of his pants. “You’re late.” Aiden’s voice was cool, composed, but not surprised. Julian smirked weakly, aiming for nonchalance. “Traffic,” he lied, dropping into the seat opposite the desk. Aiden’s eyes flicked up, sharp as glass. For the briefest second, barely a flicker, they dipped lower, to Julian’s lap. Julian caught it. His stomach twisted, blood surging south. Aiden stiffened almost imperceptibly, then looked back at his notes as if nothing had happened.

Moonlight spills in through a small, round window, illuminating a chest against the far wall, the wood weathered but sturdy. Inside, a collection of yellowed parchments lies coiled like a snake ready to strike. Amelia’s heart races as he opens the chest, the scent of parchment mingling with the sharp tang of secrets unfolding. She steps forward, anticipation mingled with dread as she scans the items: royal decrees stamped with her family’s seal, private letters exchanged between her parents, and a journal that opens with creaking hinges—each page crackling with revelations that echo her deepest fears.

She was a blank canvas, waiting to be filled with colors and shapes that were lost to her. Among the haze of forgotten memories, there was one secret that Amelia guarded fiercely—the hidden box she had discovered in her pants pocket. As she stumbled upon it, her fingers brushed against cool metal, and she gingerly opened the lid, revealing a treasure nestled within. Gold glimmered in the dim light, its luster captivating her even in the midst of her confusion.

Is he clumsy? Nevertheless, it'll make it easy for me. I asked the maid to prepare tons of snack so it'll buy me time. Then I installed an audio bug, meters away from the office so I could hear if someone's coming. 'So, let's do this within five minutes.' I did exactly what they instructed me to open the secret door. After placing the book diagonally, the huge shelve has split into two. I'm not that surprised but looking at the dark cleared pathway at the center made my mouth wide opened. No seconds to lose, I entered the space. It is much cooler inside the dim secret room where all I could see are table, a laptop above it, boxes of drugs in sachets and the single warm yellow light above tha

His hand finds the gearshift easily, shifting through each gear as needed until he’s cruising along at 100 km/h. If he can just drive fast enough, he can outrun all the stupid things his friends say and pretend they don’t dig deep beneath his skin so they can fester and rot him from the inside out. If he can just drive fast enough, he can outrun the urges he has to open his mouth and let all of his secrets come rushing out. If he can just drive fast enough, he can outrun the urge he gets to turn to them and explain how he actually does know how it feels to have someone in bed with him, very frequently, but it’s just never a woman, so he can’t tell them that. If he can just drive fast enough,

We didn’t need one. We had the secret itself. It hummed between us, quieter than the morning chatter but so much louder, a frequency only we could hear. Franklin could glare all he wanted. He could suspect and plan and stew. He was guarding an empty vault. The real treasure was already gone, and it was walking out that door on the twenty-eighth. And I would be waiting. ~~

“I asked about her and you!” Kaluna’s index finger pointed clearly at Rara who stood not far from him and Dewa. “Answer!” snapped Kaluna when Dewa remained stunned. “Today we’re supposed to be celebrating one year of our relationship, but you’re... celebrating by cheating on my friend?” To Kaluna’s astonishment, neither Dewa nor Rara denied her accusation at all. Did that mean the two of them had really been in a secret relationship behind her back? “You better be honest, Dewa.” Rara ventured to speak up.

We all have secrets. The first real secret I ever had began when I was nine years old. I’m not talking about when someone tells you something and you keep it to yourself—it’s more like when you know something or have seen something that no one else has, and telling someone about it takes away from your pleasure, from your secret. Now, I’m not going to talk about my secret eleven years ago. I’m going to talk about my biggest secret of all time. Back when I was sixteen years old.

Gina said with her mouth full. Selena looked at her with a confused face. "Have you been reading more of those books?" She was referring to the books on Gina's desk that had weird titles like "How to properly unlock the door without the key." , "Speak like a smarty pants!" , "Who are you? I am the ugly world?" , "Books for people who are cops." And other titles. Selena didn't even want to think of how silly the contents were. Who on earth even wrote those books and where did Gina even get them?

“You’re not wrong.” As we made our way downstairs, Liam handed Emma an envelope. She blinked at it. “What’s this?” “Just something to thank you for taking care of Alex.” Emma opened it and let out a low whistle. “Damn. You trying to buy my silence or something?” Liam smirked. “Just a thank you.” She arched an eyebrow but didn’t argue. Instead, she pulled Liam aside, voice dropping. “No more secrets, Liam.” Liam’s smirk faded.