Secret Garden 소설 & 이야기

Cedrik, perhaps realizing that his prisoner's mental disintegration would ruin his plans—or perhaps driven by an unease he himself couldn't name—appeared on the afternoon of the third day after the full moon with a proposal that accepted no refusal. "We'll go out. The castle gardens are under maximum security. You need sun, and I can't stand the smell of stagnation in this room anymore," he declared, his voice maintaining the icy distance he had established as his new norm. They walked through internal corridors, avoiding the common areas of the court, until they reached the Secret Gardens, an enclave of exuberant biodiversity protected by high walls of black

“We’ll be back.” Without waiting for a response, I led Eleanor down the dimly lit hallway, away from the suffocating weight of Kate’s condition. Through the side doors, we stepped into the night, the cold air wrapping around us. I took her to the secret garden hidden behind the mansion, a place untouched by the world’s chaos. The soft glow of lanterns flickered against the wooden trellises wrapped in thick vines, their leaves casting shifting shadows across the mossy stone path. Roses in shades of crimson and ivory bloomed in tangled clusters, their scent thick and intoxicating. The fountain at the center trickled softly, its water reflecting the stars.

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 Omega said. Surprise paralyzed me. My surprise turned into a pang of warm curiosity. “Thank you,” I said to the Omega, giving her a friendly smile, and turned to Aiden. “It seems my other mates are not on a tracking mission.” Aiden chuckled. “It seems not,” he said with amusement. “We wanted to surprise you. Come on.” We followed the path through the corridors, guided by the dim lights of antique lanterns. The Secret Garden of the Luna was a small gazebo hidden behind a rose hedge that only the Alfa family knew about.

To look after his pride, I hadn't told him I possessed a manor of several thousand square meters in Narshe, complete with a full staff and bodyguards. I left the manor uninhabited to squeeze into this tiny house with him, living with his parents day in and day out. Originally, I had planned to reveal my identity to him after the wedding. Looking at it now, though, there was no need. With a single phone call, several black business vans pulled up outside the door in less than twenty minutes. My assistant, James, brought my men inside, and they methodically organized my belongings. Clothes, jewelry, documents… each item was packed into boxes.

Guy stood quietly outside his best friend’s tiny seed shed in the far‑west corner of the massive underground Garden. The shed crouched beneath a lattice of roots and stone, a secret stitched into the earth. He had not expected to find her here, tucked away where the Garden’s hum softened into a private pulse, but he had finally tracked her down.

“They just want a place to call home. Somewhere the Rossi Group can’t find them with their needles and cages.” “Nowhere’s safe,” David muttered, not even looking up. “The Company’s got satellites, Maya. They own the highways. We’re running out of places to hide.” Catherine pointed north, toward peaks twisted and sharp under ice that never melted. “There’s one place,” she said. “My father had secrets. He built a bunker way under the glacier. Called it the ‘Silent Garden.’ He picked that spot because the Earth’s energy scrambles machines. Electronics just die there.”

Luna meows in what sounds like agreement. I lean back against the couch cushions, fatigue weighing heavily on my shoulders. But I can’t just sit here and bleed. Not when I have another option. Standing carefully, I shuffle toward my back door, the cat following at my heels. Behind the cottage, hidden from the settlement’s view, lies my secret garden. Rows of carefully tended herbs grow in neat lines, each one planted and nurtured by my own hands. Moonbell, silverleaf, crimson sage, and dozens of others that most pack members can’t even name.

Aslan announced, breaking her from her line of thought. She frowned, looking around the large clearing. "Please don't tell me you brought me all the way here to this," she groaned, gesturing at the clearing. He chuckled, moving towards a door which was obstructed by a tree. He pushed it open and walked in, revealing the most beautiful garden Najmah had ever seen. She gasped, walking right after him. "What is this place?" she queried, staring at the various flowers in the garden. "A secret garden," he grinned closing the door after him. "This is my second best hideout place."

I took my phone on the bed and marched out if the house. I know no where in Nigeria. The ladies in the reception were drooling as I walk pass. I board a taxi and entered. "Take to a police station here" I muttered. ..................... Kate's pov I began to read the diary loud. It reads: Dear diary, when will Kate know about this secret we've been keeping from her? How will I tell her that Janet her sister isn't her biological sister. She's Andrew's daughter. Her uncle. He really wanted to use Jane has his burnt offering to the god(idol) he was serving but knew his secret and had to save baby Jane who was still 5 then and Kate is just a year old.