Secret Crush Novels & Stories

Koin was supposed to be Alpha. koin may not come back. Who would be Alpha? of course, they didn't say it out right, no one wanted to speak their fears out loud, of course he would return. Thalia had snuck down to the locker rooms below the gym and shut herself in, blocking off the door with a janitor’s sign. Here she could live in her memories without fear of being interrupted. She had finally sat on one of the long benches set between the rows of lockers and began to let her mind wander. All too soon her focus was pulled back to reality, she heard something moving around. She peered back into the darkened shower area, squinting but couldn't make anything out. One of the plastic shower curta

Not just because they were kind, but because they sounded like a confession. A week later, the tension she’d feared finally arrived. Sebastian was on a conference call when his phone buzzed again and again. He excused himself, answering it. His expression shifted almost instantly. “How bad?” he asked. Olivia froze where she stood, watching him. He ran a hand through his hair, muttering under his breath. “Damn it. Who leaked it?” When he hung up, she spoke softly. “What happened?” He looked at her, eyes stormy. “Someone recognized me. A reporter connected the dots: a retired pilot from London, recently returned to the States, brother of Joel Hart. It’s out.”

Clara pulled out her sisters silver necklace and a tiny USB adapter hung beside the locket. Her hands were shaking hard she could barely get the two pieces to fit together.. She took a deep breath and plugged the drive into her special phone. The small screen turned on shining a light on her face. A progress bar showed up: DECRYPTING FILE: PROJECT_TITAN.DAT... 99%... COMPLETE. Clara wiped the rain out of her eyes. Scrolled through all the information about secret bank accounts people being treated badly and politicians getting bribes. She was looking for her sisters name. She needed to know where they were keeping her sister.

“Smart choice. I want you to send me all the details of this city’s expansion project. I know you have a top-secret document—a complete version. You call it the ‘Treasure File.’” At the mention of the “Treasure File,” Marcellus’s expression darkened further. A storm brewed in his mind. This document was of the utmost secrecy, known only to a select few. How could outsiders possibly know of its existence? Not only was the kidnapper aware, but they had also made it their direct target, clearly aiming for the Holy Grail!

“The file on it is real, but incomplete. Blurry. I told her it was everything. She believed me because she wants to believe she’s holding a nuclear weapon.” “And the real one?” Cristina leaned back slightly. “Encrypted. Only I know the passcode. I wasn’t stupid enough to hand her the actual clip. She never even watched it.” Marco clicked the case shut and slid it into his coat. “You want protection?” Cristina’s expression hardened. “I want to disappear. Quietly. No press, no scandals. You get what you want, I walk away.” Marco didn’t blink. “If you lie to me again, you won’t walk anywhere.”

Seb finally says. "Name it." I swallow. "You play Cold Secrets with me." *** Cold Secrets. The sadistic game that Seb invented when we were kids, in one of our almost daily trips to the 7/11 near our school. The rules are simple. We each drink a Slurpee and try to stop a brain freeze and whoever’s unsuccessful at it tells the other person a secret. The first time I played it, my migraine didn't stop for days and I vowed to never let him talk me into it again. Obviously, since I just agreed at doing it with him again now, I have failed my past self.

Lila was with me, and her face was hard to read. Leo was already deep in code, three screens lit up with streams of encrypted data. He hit the keys so fast it looked like his life depended on it. He had successfully hacked into Vera’s system some hours ago. "Everything is encrypted," Leo said in a low voice, his eyes squinting behind his glasses. “This is not the usual way to protect a business. There is a big secret she is hiding.” I crossed my arms behind him and tried to slow down the thunder in my chest. "Then look further."

Him in the way. Good. I prefer knowing exactly what I need to kill. He comes again. I turn sideways, let the chain pass my ribs, and cut across his wrist. He curses. "You're guarding a dead woman's secrets," he says, shaking the hurt hand. "Walk away and keep your throat." Dead woman's secrets lands harder than the chain. I know which dead woman. The one whose letters sit in the Selenyx archive under three interlocked crescents, whose codes keep the border dens breathing.

"I spent a year being invisible for Ethan Vale. Now, I'm going to make sure I'm the only thing he sees—and the only thing he can never have again." Sienna entered the room, checking her watch. "The car is ready. Your first board meeting at Laurent Fashion begins in twenty minutes. Are you ready to take your seat, Miss Laurent?" Crystal reached for a pair of gold-rimmed designer sunglasses—not to hide, but to complete the look. "Let’s go," Crystal said. "I have an empire to run."

A password-protected video file hidden in the backup flash drive Claudine didn’t get. The file was named: “CRUZ-BLOODLINE.MP4” I froze. “Cruz…?” Justin turned slowly toward me. “That’s your last name, isn’t it?” I nodded, throat dry. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. “What if I don’t want to know?” “You have to.” And so, I typed in the passphrase Leo had once jokingly called me. “prettyboss_jo88” The file unlocked. And what played next shattered everything I thought I knew.