Secret Garden Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

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

Confirmations of their suspicions. My secret, the one I’d buried so deep, was about to rise with the moon. I wanted to vanish. Run. Run. Suddenly, a memory struck me, so vivid it was like I’d stepped into it. Hyde's words to me that night. “This place,” he’d said, “no one comes here but me. It’s quiet and safe, you're officially the second person that knows about it.” The stream. The little hidden place just beyond the ridge, tucked behind the brambles and the stones shaped like crescent moons. No one else knew about it.

“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.”

A hidden garden that only a few people go to. I stared at the path that we were walking, “okay lang ba if, you tell? I mean, okay lang if no, I understand naman kung hindi mo sasabihin” I tell her, lightly chewing on my bottom lip. “Ano ka ba others? Of course, I can tell you everything Mika had told me about Lim” she grins, taking another snack from my hand as we went through the arch where the secret garden is, and choosing a place for us to sit.

What was the point of a secret passage if it did not lead to anything? She felt around, but there was nothing. The surface had no levers, buttons, or protrusions. She let out a deep sigh in disappointment. She checked her CID. Maybe, there was some information on it. The screen lit up the moment she tapped it. There was a creaking noise as the surface in front of her automatically slid aside. The scene that unfolded in front of her eyes took her breath away. It was too beautiful to be described in words. There was a beautiful garden. However, it appeared more like a forest. Vines had covered most of the trees. Small shrubs and plants grew close together, leaving no path to walk. It looked