Secret Garden Novels & Stories

We reveled in the deceit, relishing the impending chaos that would ensue. "Hidden deep within the heart of the ancient underground lies a secret chamber, concealed from prying eyes. It is within this chamber that the magic stone rests, guarded by enchantments and protected by the Alphas family.” A thrill coursed through my veins as I continued, painting a vivid picture of the secret location.

Why was I feeling like a teenager once again? After the shower, I still couldn’t get myself calm as I liked, so I quickly went for a drive around my estate. I left Alexis in the care of the in-house nurse and two maids who I’d also employed following Penelope’s advice. I drove to the woods around the estate. The estate was situated at the edge of town and surrounded by uncultivated vegetation. It had been in my family for generations. I parked my car at my regular spot and made my way to my secret garden. I called it secret because I was probably the only one who knew of its existence.

The scent of damp earth and wildflowers filled the air as they climbed through a gap in the hedge. “This used to be so beautiful,” Isabelle whispered, running her fingers over a weathered stone bench. “It was our secret place. My mother and I would come here to escape, to dream.” Michael glanced around, his flashlight scanning the ivy-covered trellis, the forgotten rose bushes. “If she hid the key here, where would it be?” Isabelle took a deep breath, her eyes falling on a small stone fountain in the center of the garden. Though moss had overtaken its edges, she could still make out the engraved words at its base.

“There was a small incident last night. A noise behind the wall. Turned out to be a bird trapped behind a secret door in your living room.” Christina’s brow furrowed. “Secret door?” “Yeah. Leads to the attic. Lots of old stuff up there. Family heirlooms?” Christina sighed. “Did I ever tell you about my grandfather?” Leila leaned in. “Not much. He wasn't a Nazi, right?”

I teased. “It might.” He winked, pulling me gently toward the side corridor. “You’ll just have to come see.” The garden where we used to meet was still in ruins, the aftermath of Alpha Thorne’s tantrum evident in the splintered benches and scorched flowerbeds. So Kael led me down a quieter path, one that curved between two stone buildings, the air still fragrant with crushed herbs and early spring blossoms. We slipped past the laundry courtyard and through a narrow wooden door I hadn’t noticed before. A room. Small, but neat sat behind the door. Walls lined with shelves filled with paints and sketches. His secret room.

He invited me to wander as a Friend. Yuan and I are here now in his secret place. It's an underground secret garden. What does he call it? 'underground sanctuary' he has been here often since childhood. No one has ever been here but the two of us. With its great size and breadth, you'll think it's paradise. With the beautiful surroundings and the river with falls, you'll think you're just dreaming. As big as it is, so many trees, flowers and plants can be seen here. I was sitting under the treehouse while Yuan was lying on the vermouda, the fabric and foam that served as his bed.

Aziza said “And the stupid girl comes into my house and smiling at me ... As if she is just seeing me for the first time, what is this nonsense in my house ... If you think that stupid ...” she tried to say and that was when the door opened and Sadiqah burst into the room much to the couple surprise , she was fuming too, it was obvious she had been listening , of course everyone in the apartment will hear her because she was screaming and Musadiq only prayed the Tenants would not hear ... But there was a small fence to demarcate his main house from the rented apartment , so that his wife would walk around conveniently in the compound without necessary observing complete hijab, and that momen

Here, tucked away from prying eyes, was Alfie’s secret sanctuary. Tall, emerald-green hedgerows formed a secluded enclosure, offering a sense of intimacy and escape. The space, roughly the size of a small room, was a gardener’s haven. Cobbled stones formed the floor, while mismatched wooden boxes overflowing with vibrant flowers lined the perimeter. A weathered armchair, its cushions faded but inviting, sat nestled beneath a sprawling wisteria vine. A well-worn wooden bench offered another seating option, surrounded by terracotta pots overflowing with exotic ferns and trailing ivy.

Inside, every condolence carved me raw. Then Eva’s hand closed on my arm. “Come. Now. Di’s waiting.” Her clipped tone left no room for argument. She dragged me toward the garden, toward the small, hidden door tucked behind overgrown ivy. My pulse quickened. Underground. Secrets had a way of burying themselves there. We slipped through, the wood groaning shut. The air cooled, damp stone pressing against my palms as we descended the narrow stairs. Earth and old ink filled my nose; each step echoed in the hollow dark.

It was these fake interactions that soured the title. A loud shriek caught my ear and I searched for the source. Hamish had left Benjamin’s side and while everyone else was searching the back part of the property, Natasha had found a secret door that was hidden in the ground between two fountains. Tencrest had plenty of secret rooms and doors, but this one was never used. The gardener used it for equipment at one point, until I had a large greenhouse with storage built on the edge of the garden. I was impressed with her innovation.