Romans & histoires Secret Crush

Marisa asked. Selena nodded slowly. “Yeah… what’s going on? Why is everyone acting like—” She stopped, glancing around. “Like the world is ending?” she finished quietly. Marisa let out a small breath. “You really don’t know,” she said. A strange feeling settled in Selena’s chest. “Know what?” Marisa hesitated—just for a second. Then she leaned in slightly. “There’s been a leak.” Selena blinked. “A leak?” “Confidential files,” Marisa continued in a low voice. “From our biggest client.”

He was there for me through my parents and whenever I felt Jackson betraying our mate bond. "Shawneeee!!" Adaline squealed running to him. "Hey Squirt!!" He laughed walked up to me. He draped his arm over my shoulders and kissed my forehead. "Hey hun." I whispered. "Want some help?" He asked us. Adaline squealed with delight and ran off to get more seeds for Shawn. Shawn and I were extremely close. We have become so close we are talking in the direction of asking permission so we can be each others 2nd chance mates.

I asked him. "Yes, he said that with the boss, are you really spying on us?" The boy asked in a gentle voice. The question took me off guard and I stopped to face him. "Chris, I know this sound awful but I think you can keep this as a secret. Are you sure you can keep this as a secret?" I asked, facing him. "Yes, if that involves killing boss am gonna do that. That bastard killed my twin sister for ritual" He growled. "What?! He killed your twin sister? Don't worry he's gonna get arrested and pay for what he did okay?" I replied rubbing his soft hair.

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.

"Ryan Lee?" "I will pay you a million for that dress," he said again "if...only miss Paige Williams over here..." he turned to look at Paige who was surprised. "Is proved guilty of spilling the drink all over your body," The minute Grace Marley heard those two words 'a million' her ears rang. A milliom? She could buy ten of the dress. "She really did spill the drink on me,"

he said before the door closed. It left her alone in her thoughts and cries. Yeah, she couldn't hold it in anymore. She was crying loudly and, this time, without Dave by her side. She wasn't sure which hurt her more. Was it still about Linda and the call? Or was it the fact that she had broken her promise and hurt him? They promised not to hide anything, yet she kept a secret about the bracelet. Dave must have been disappointed in her. And she couldn't blame him if he thought she wasn't serious enough about her commitment, as she had little thought about it, either. She had doubted him.

…Selena's pov… My mind races with desperation and fear as I pace back and forth in my opulent apartment. I know I must protect my secret at any cost, even if it means delving into the shadows. My trembling hand reaches for the phone, dialing a number known only to me. The ring feels like an eternity until a deep, gravelly voice answers on the other end. It's Silent, the man I've entrusted with my darkest secrets. "Salena, I'm listening," Silent's voice resonates with authority.

she said. Bianca's face turned pale. She knew what this meant. Someone had found out about the secret child, and it was only a matter of time before the news spread like wildfire. "Who could it be?" Bianca asked, her voice trembling. "I don't know, Mother," Kyra said. "But we need to do something to protect Veronica and her daughter." Bianca nodded in agreement. She knew that if the news of the secret child got out, it could cause chaos in the country ,as it was a taboo for the crowned Prince to have a child out of wedlock.

As her eyes scan the recipe, she grows more distressed until suddenly she bursts into tears. “No. This is awful,” she sobs against my chest. “My whole day is ruined. No. My whole life.” These are real waterworks, too, not a few drops but a whole gusher. I mop at her face, completely unmanned. “Sunshine, I’ll go. Just stop crying. We’ll figure something out. I’ll get liquid nitrogen. We’ll freeze it all up in a nano second. There’s some tech at a lab I bet. Nathan Brock works over at Cryogenics. He’ll know something.” I make a hundred dumb promises, but none of them work. Sunny’s completely distraught. In the end, I do the only thing I know how to do, and that is kiss her.