Secret In The Lattice Novels & Stories

Leonard must have figured me out by now. He knew I was the type who acted shy on the outside but had secret desires underneath. After a few moments of teasing, he pulled me into another round, and we kept going until we were both completely worn out. When I was ready to leave, he insisted that I did not put my underwear back on. He said he wanted to keep it as a souvenir. I did not want to, but I could not argue with him, so I just did what he said. My stockings were already torn, so I could not wear those either. I took them off and went home wearing only my skirt.

I wasn’t sure how to react. “Hey, Can I talk to you?” I nodded, stepping a little closer. His head hung the lowest I had ever seen. He seemed to be disconnected, not making any eye contact. “Sure, what about?” I asked. He glanced around. “Not here,” he answered, “meet me on the track field. I’ll text you the time.” And with that said, he walked away. It felt like this meeting was supposed to be a secret and boy was I tired of secrets.

I love you ~D~ Justin felt like he was suffocating as the words he had just read kept replaying in his mind. " Was Desmond right? Is Drake actually gay? Is this a dream?" Justin's said to him self as he kept staring at the paper in his hands. His pulse began raising as he found it hard to swallow. Guilt filled him up as he felt that he had trespassed into Drake's secret he wouldn't want anyone to know. As he stood there thinking he heard footsteps approaching the office which he recognized as Drake's.

Gianni's POV “You…you let him in?!!” Professor Lisa yelled. “He locked the main door so I can't get in,” Landon answered as his gaze was still lowered. “Have someone take Selena and Francis to their room and get me the keys to the torture room,” Professor said as she paced the room. I could tell she was scared. I knew the word torture room didn't sit right but how bad could it be? “Mrs. Lisa, the door is locked from the inside; that's why I'm unable to do anything,” Landon answered.

There won’t be anything serious, nothing serious at all. I trust you, Ansh. I trust you. Making sure not to make any noise, I walked inside the gates of the warehouse. It took a few seconds for my vision to adjust to the low lights around the area. There were no workers, nothing, just silence and lots of clothes, bags, shoes, and appliances. I licked my lips as I read the name on the board near the door. “Adaa enterprises,” it read. I knew my Ansh couldn’t do anything wrong. He left that life for me, he left everything for me. I made no mistake in choosing him.

Clarissa's breathing was getting heavier now, her warm breaths falling across my legs. Help! I screamed silently inside my head. Someone, please help me. It felt like my mind had been torn in two. A voice inside me was desperately trying to keep me quiet, completely lost in the pleasure of the moment. Then suddenly, her hand left me. I heard soft rustling sounds. My heart jumped straight into my throat. A second later, something hot and wet wrapped around me. Was that her… My breath caught. Even without seeing it, the warmth and slick sensation sent a shiver through my entire body.

He said he could hear it breathing. They moved toward the library, the site of the secret safe. Laila pushed aside the portrait, but she didn't look at the keypad. She placed her hand on the stone wall and closed her eyes. She searched for the seam, the hidden joint between the Wolfe architecture and the ancient Silverback foundations. She found it. With a surge of lunar energy, she pushed against the stone. The wall didn't swing open; it dissolved into a fine grey dust, revealing a staircase that spiraled down into the dark.

Ethan stepped forward carefully. Lights flickered on automatically. Rows of steel cabinets lined the walls. Computers. Encrypted servers. Hidden financial archives. But in the center of the room— One object stood alone. A glass case. Inside it— A small black device. No larger than a phone. Lila whispered, “That’s it.” Ethan frowned. “What is it?” She stared at the device. “The master key.” Noah leaned closer. “For the guardian system?” Lila nodded. “Yes.” But as she reached toward the glass case—

She believed in the currency of bought secrets. She did not know, yet, that secrecy was a fragile thing; it relied upon too many hands that could slip, or be forced open. She did not yet understand that the gears of her bright, controlled world were turning in places she could not see. At the end of the evening, when her guests had left and the party drained its last, neat glass into the sink, Lila stood alone in the living room amid the echo of her own laughter. Her phone’s screen was a small, dark pool; she tapped it and then read the message again. You destroyed one file. Not all.

Elise looked at her sister like she was seeing her for the first time in years. “Because if I ran,” she said, “you’d never believe anything I said again.” A pause. “And I need you to believe this.” Sera’s jaw clenched. “Believe what?” Elise stood. Walked to a wall safe. Typed a code. And when she turned back, she held something that didn’t belong to her. Lucien’s personal hard drive. “Because what you saw about me…” Elise said quietly. “That’s not the worst secret in this war.”