Novel & Cerita Secret Garden

She got out the gun that she kept in her favourite jacket and aimed at the spot the key was supposed to go in. A touch on her shoulder made her turn around. Darral stood there with a small key in his hand and amusement on his face. "Your gun is not always a solution, March." She rolled her eyes and took the key from his hand. She jammed the key into its hole and twisted it. It made a pop sound and sprang up on it's own. Inside the little hidden box were magazines, cut outs and some pictures. Selena removed the pictures and Darral squatted next to her and took out the magazines.

Liam smiled mysteriously as he asked “So what you are trying to say is the rings I am searching for might be in that box, if not at least there might be a clue to find those?” "Yes," Sharen nodded her head “but don’t get too excited as we still have the issue of how to open it.” Liam leaned back slightly, a slow breath escaping him as if he were trying to tether his hope before it leapt too high. The fire in his eyes had returned now, banked but burning “Where is it now?” he asked, his voice calm but coiled like a drawn bowstring. “I have hidden it in our secret private garden in the Asterin palace, as no one will go there other then us” Sharon said softly.

He starts to say something, but I cut him off by saying something first, "He is right. If we are going to do this, we have to be more careful. It is obvious that we both want this, but this is neither the time nor the place for it. Tomorrow, Brad will be working and I have a secret place we can meet, so no one will ever know." Dean looks at me hungrily, but I can tell that the spark is already cooling down for the moment. He answers briefly, "Alright, then where and when?" "I have a secret garden on the west side of the property, just past the big fallen oak tree. If you look on the south side, there is a vine covered entrance. It isn't immediately obviou

“It’s getting a bit stuffy in here, don’t you think? How about some fresh air?” “That sounds lovely,” I replied, grateful for the escape. The gardens beyond the ballroom were a breathtaking sight, illuminated under the moonlight. Delicate silver beams filtered through the glass roof, casting a soft glow on intricate stone paths. Fragrant blossoms filled the air with sweet and heady scents, from blooming roses to night-blooming jasmine. Even though it was the middle of winter, the air in the greenhouse gardens was like a warm, fresh spring. Matt led the way, his fingers lightly brushing mine. The further we ventured into the gardens, the more the ballroom’s noise faded, replaced by the tranqu

he said to him self. After glancing at the door for over 5 minutes hus curiosity just couldn't let him rest. He slowly reached for the drawer pulling it open . It was so nearly arranged but something caught his attention. It was a very beautiful and expensive looking envelope. His heart began racing very fast he opened the envelope. There was a letter in it signed with the letter D and was handwritten. He recognized the handwriting to be Drake's. His heart pounded as he carefully pulled it out and opened it. I miss you. It's sad we couldn't live the life we wanted for ourselves. You'll forever be my sweet cute boy. I love you

“The compromise that we reached was that Beth would move in with me, but into her own bedroom, and as friends. The elders think that the mate bond, even if it isn’t healed, still carries with it healing properties.” “What about us?” I refused to become my mother. I would never agree to be the other woman. “We carry on like normal. Just … in secret for a while.” I almost choked on my own saliva. “You have to be kidding. Please, tell me that you are kidding.” “Jenna, please understand. It’s the best way. And it’s only temporary.” “Why do we need to be mates in secret? If you aren’t getting back together with Beth, then why does it matter if everyone knows about us?”

She shouted his name as she came through the door. "Ryan, sweetheart, where are you?" He was glad that they had a safe house right off the interstate in the middle of nowhere, hidden by tall stalks of dead corn. It was an abandoned farmland that Karen decided to buy. He didn't complain, he was closer to Kahlan than he had been in months. He was sitting on the back porch of the rundown home, lost in his readings. "Yes mother?" he asked, rushing to the door to meet her, saving his page in Tina's folder. It seemed that there was some alarm in Karen's voice. She stood in the doorway, staring at him.

"Who are you looking for miss? "Mr. Madon" she answered removing her sunglasses. "Do you have an appointment with him?" She asked "No, but he knows me," she said. "I'm sorry ma'am but you can't see him without an appointment," his secretary said "Just tell him it's Gia Winston, his sister-in-law," she said more like bragging but the secretary stared at her as if she said the wrong word.

And if she couldn’t help, maybe she could learn something that she could take back home with her. Large glass-and-wooden doors led off a gallery and onto a wide, tiled patio, and the shine of late afternoon sun on water distracted her from her intentions to find the kitchen and instead led her outside. Topiaried orange trees and low box hedging defined a beautiful formal garden. A few yards away a large stone building squatted—an old stable by the look of it—its golden brick bathed in sunshine. Blair meandered along the pathways, intrigued by the building ahead.

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.