Secret Garden Novels & Stories

I am also afraid that he might use it against me once I was a king to blackmail me and give up my Baltimore to Ayatullah. I felt guilty for being immature by telling some secret to another Royalty who may be an enemy of me in the future. Since I can't sleep and I am so worried, I called my secretary. "I'll be going to the Secret Garden." I instructed him. "Yes your majesty." He answered with an unexplainable facial expression. I know that my secretary was worrying by the time I told him I will be going to the Secret Garden. This place was located behind the walls of Westbledon on the north, and it only has secret passage from th

She smacked him while he just laughed at her expense. “I have one last surprise.” He revealed when she sent him a confused look for passing the turn to the apartment. They spent most of the day at the Gardens, doing almost every activity they offered, and ended the afternoon with an early dinner. She was completely exhausted but also excited to see what else he had in mind, she only hoped it didn’t require a lot of energy. The car came to a halt on a cobblestone driveway of a huge mansion that looked more like a castle than a house, “What are we doing here?”

Each day, there was a short period called ‘private time’ that both Martin and Celine could do anything they wanted without another person’s presence. The time ranged from just one hour to three to four hours. Celine used it to call her friends or surf the internet. And Martin continued his reading hobby, checking emails and buying groceries. Or he tried to get in touch with his best friend who was hiding somewhere far and away. After Celine went into the bedroom to call her friends, he got out the spare phone he had secretly bought. Martin got into a small empty storage room inside the villa to ensure there was no wiretap, any hidden camera, or microphone. One could never be too careful.

As I stepped out of the elevator, my mood was great, and the stress from the earlier meeting somehow disappeared. My secretary greeted me, “Sir, someone sent you a gift. I placed it inside.” A gift? I wonder who it's from. I nodded and went straight to my office. Upon entering, I immediately saw the gift my secretary mentioned – a black box with a red ribbon on top. I furrowed my brows, wondering who could have sent it. I approached my desk and took the box. There was no indication of the sender. I examined it closely before opening. “Sh*t!” I dropped the box and took a step back as soon as I saw its what inside.

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.

There’s a proverb, “Curiosity kills the cat.” Despite Alex's refusal, she headed to that side. She couldn't stop her feet from striding towards the hall. There wasn't much light apart from a faint yellow light coming from an ornate lamp. Though it did look eerie. After taking some more steps she halted in her steps, as something caught her peripheral vision. There’s a door at the head of the hallway. While all the other doors were new, this one remained an old crafted dark wood door and it was locked. Whose room is it? And why is it locked unlike every other room around here? Alex mentioned that storerooms were located in the basement, thus this space cannot be a storehouse either.. She touc

Her instincts had guided her to discover hidden paths and secrets within the sanctuary's boundaries, but this time, fate had led her to a revelation of unprecedented magnitude. Deep within the heart of the sanctuary, tucked away from prying eyes, Luna stumbled upon an ancient chamber. Its stone walls were etched with intricate symbols and inscriptions, whispering the secrets of the past. As she cautiously stepped inside, the air seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy.

Wright's cryptic file names and the surveillance camera I had found at home. Piece by piece, it felt like something much larger—and far more unsettling—was coming together. Some secret, hidden in plain sight, was waiting to be uncovered.

Nima said in a disturbed voice. “There’s only one way to find out.” I stepped through the doorway, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. The pathway seemed to lead underground, ‘Who could have know that there was a secret passage hidden beneath the garden.’ As I walked deeper into the passage, the air grew cooler, and faint echoes of distant sounds reached my ears. I wondered what secrets could this hidden pathway hold? Where did it lead, and could it possibly provide answers to the mystery of Dario's sudden disappearance from the garden?

I got up, walking beside her back to the woods, picking up the jacket from the uniform I had left on a bench near the entrance of the trail. Each minute I spent with Maddie left me more and more fascinated. It was clear to me that she was trouble, but I didn't regret it. I just needed to make sure that no one noticed our closeness. We parted ways before reaching the end of the forest, heading in opposite directions. I looked over my shoulder, watching her walk away along the trail. What would happen if they found out about our secret meetings? I certainly preferred not to find out. "Bertozzi, back from your secret resting place?" Yuri teased me about never staying in the guards' room.