Secret Affair Pocket Fm Novels & Stories

It looks meek and harmless on the outside, but even his friends who could not hear the strange noise could feel a strange form of energy coming from it. “Are we supposed to go there,” Don asked. “It’s probably an old cupboard,” Alice added. “Funny, the Principal didn’t say anything about this,” Kirsten said suddenly. “Let’s see what’s behind this door,” said Van. Finally he will get to see what secret this door conceals. With shaking hand, he seizes the knob and swings the door open. And what they found startles them.

, He asked unsure of my behavior now towards him, Oh now I get it, I forgot to say him where the file placed. "Oh sorry, it skipped my mind to say where it is, now go towards the shelf consists of pile of files and just move the files of second rack beside, you can see a maroon painted wooden piece which is in shape of rectangle just press it inwards", I said him waiting to do it, after listening the sounds of moving files and clicking the wooden piece inward, I continued "so you can a secret locker now press the number key I dictate and you can get the file you want in it, it's 142916", I said him, my pass code, which I maintained for everything because this can never be hacked due to high

If the people checking into this were from Sierra's side, Pamela knew that she mustn't allow this secret to ever leak out. The only ones who could keep a secret were the dead. [Come here this weekend. I'll give you the money.] Pamela sent Dr. Yates a location and added a reason. [Because you've already broken our deal once, I'm going to keep evidence this time.] Dr. Yates replied quickly. [No problem.] Pamela closed the chat and sent a text to Holly. [Have you forgotten what you promised before?] Holly saw the message while she was on the phone with Sierra. As soon as she read it, she told Sierra about it.

Mascara ran down my cheeks. I picked up my phone and scrolled through Damian's messages without reading them. Fifteen missed calls. Twenty three text messages. I opened my maps app and searched for hotels nearby. A cheap motel about five miles away came up first. I started the car and followed the directions. The parking lot was half empty. The neon sign flickered on and off. I grabbed my purse and got out of the car, the wedding ring was still in my hand. I put it in my pocket. I walked into the lobby. An older man sat behind the desk watching a small TV. The screen showed some old movie I did not recognize.

And perhaps. One final secret.

Just as she lifted it, her phone buzzed with an incoming video. The file name read: TOP SECRET - LEVEL SSS. Scarlett's expression instantly sharpened. She set the glass down and opened the video immediately. The second it started playing, breathless moans echoed through the room. Scarlett froze. On-screen, two extremely enthusiastic adults were apparently 'contributing to humanity' in the most direct way possible. And this was supposedly the King's 'matter of national importance'? Unbelievable. Right then, the bedroom door suddenly opened. "I left my phone in your ro-"

The Silence in my room pressed against me, too loud. I shoved the journal under my pillow, hidden but close, like keeping the words there made them less dangerous. Safe. Secret. At least for now.

Leila tensed, waiting for the right moment. He ducked into the room adjacent to Linda’s, rummaging through his coat pocket. She didn’t have much time. Leila moved fast, slipping into the room behind him. She caught the faint scent of cheap vape and fear. His back was turned to her, and she moved like a shadow, her fingers ghosting over the jacket slung over the chair. There it was. A card, shiny and black, tucked neatly in an inside pocket. She slipped it out, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it—the key to the Rulers’ secret meetings.

To look after his pride, I hadn't told him I possessed a manor of several thousand square meters in Narshe, complete with a full staff and bodyguards. I left the manor uninhabited to squeeze into this tiny house with him, living with his parents day in and day out. Originally, I had planned to reveal my identity to him after the wedding. Looking at it now, though, there was no need. With a single phone call, several black business vans pulled up outside the door in less than twenty minutes. My assistant, James, brought my men inside, and they methodically organized my belongings. Clothes, jewelry, documents… each item was packed into boxes.

I wiped my eyes and slowly lifted the lid. Inside the box was a beautiful gold locket. When I opened it, there was a small picture of Danny on one side… and nothing on the other. “What is this?” I asked quietly. “It’s a promise.” “Of what?” “That I am coming back.” He reached under his shirt and pulled out a matching, much more masculine, dog-tag style locket. “I have one too. Mine has your picture in it. Don’t ask me where I got it. It’s top secret,” he joked.