Secret Class Manhawa Novels & Stories

Some objects carry weight beyond their size. The brown envelope on the desk was one of them. It looked ordinary. Fragile. Forgotten. The sort of thing cleaners throw away without thinking. Yet four people stood around it as though it contained a live explosive. Perhaps it did. The elderly woman folded her hands calmly. "You should leave once you open it." Amara frowned. "Why?" The woman smiled sadly. "Because secrets survive by staying hidden." A pause. "Once they stop being secrets, people start getting nervous."

A girl can dream. I flash my I.D. badge at the desk security guard, who no doubt believes he actually works for a porn warehouse, and make my way to the back of the building, past aisles and aisles of storage boxes of smut. At the very back of the warehouse is a standard bookshelf lined with DVD’s. I look for the current secret video—Jurassic Puss, tagline: ‘Life finds a way . . . to cum’—and pull it from the shelf, triggering the mechanism which opens up the secret door leading down to the subterranean building which is the true heart of T.H.E.M.’s operations.

Life’s karma really doesn’t miss, does it? If you were Melissa, would you keep the results secret or use them as your weapon? Choose carefully — secrets have a way of burning down empires. Yours in plotting, Zera

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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.

He couldn't understand why she would do something. "I guess not everyone is as they seem, right?" Sophie said as she walked in with David. ********* To everyone of you that came so far with me, I want to take this moment to thank you all. You have been a source of inspiration to me, pushing me to my very best. Thank you all so much. Finally, Secret Love is coming to an end. 2 more chapters to go!!!🤗🤗 Check out my other story; Fading Scars: Scars of the past on W******l. I'm sure you'll love it. Thank you once again. See y'all in the next update.

Deagan ran a hand through his hair in frustration, without realising it his eyes drifted to the manila folder that sat collecting dust on the right-hand corner of his desk. He hadn’t touched it since he placed it there two weeks ago, but he was hyper-aware of it even when he wasn’t in his office, its presence loomed at the back of his mind like a bad memory and in many ways, it was one.

It was an over confident walk. “That was a dirty little trick you played me,” Chad said. Mya shrugged, her smile far from disappearing. “It wasn’t that big of a deal.” Mya didn’t seem to understand. Secrets could ruin people. He and Amy shared a secret. It wasn’t that big of a deal, at least not to them, but it could be for other people. “You said your parents were gone and Jason and Amy left you and you needed a ride to school.”

A faint frown forms on my lips. “What is this…” I murmur under my breath. I slide a finger under the flap and tear it open. A single white sheet. I pull it out and unfold it. The moment my eyes land on the words, my entire body goes still. I KNOW YOUR SECRET AND THE TRUTH YOU ARE TRYING TO HIDE. AMARA ROOSEVELT. My breath catches. My fingers tremble so violently the paper almost slips from my grip. No. No… no, no…

said Monica softly as she handed the book over to Darryl. What was this? A secret martial arts manual? Darryl received the book in excitement. On the yellowing cover were two bold and simple words ‘Shadow Skills’. Shadow Skills? This book had quite an interesting title. Could it be another unique secret manual like Ascension of the Nine Dragons?