Secret Keeper X George Novels & Stories

His voice returned to a low, confident rhythm, the kind that always came before he did something dangerous. “You think you can scare me, Blackwood?” His tone hardened. “You think threats will keep me quiet? Fine. Let’s see how much control you still have when the world knows your precious secret.” He began typing, fast and precise. Each keystroke was both a strike and a shield — a way to drown out the lingering image of Adrian’s calm stare. Subject: CONFIDE — URGENT TIP Source: Anonymous Content: Leaked documentation suggests Adrian Blackwood is concealing a child born out of wedlock…

"Cody, what nonsense are you spouting? There's nothing between Scott and me except work." Cody went limp and dramatically leaned against her shoulder with all the fragility of a glass figurine. "Vi, don't lie to me. I've known for a while now. Mr. Secretary is the legitimate heir of the Colsons, the richest family around! "He gave up being a scion to work as your secretary. If it's not because he loves you, what other reason could there be?" I listened from the side, my eyes widening in shock. What on earth was he talking about?

"Don't tell me to calm down, George, not when Clyde is missing and he's sitting there with information he's rationing out like it's some kind of currency." "We are all here for the same reason." George stepped closer, his voice lower now, steadier. "To find Clyde. Whatever secrets exist between the two of you can wait. They have to wait. Right now, we have focus on finding Clyde." I wanted to argue. I wanted to scream that it couldn't wait, that every secret in this house seemed to be quietly rotting something from the inside out. But the fear in George's eyes was real, and it matched the fear curling through my own chest, so I swallowed it down.

The bureau chief immediately straightened his clothes, leading everyone forward to welcome them, stopping with utmost deference before a Rolls-Royce. The driver respectfully pulled open the car door, and a white-haired elderly man stepped out of the vehicle. Everyone instantly lowered their heads. "Don." Harrison froze. His palms were thoroughly drenched with sweat from nerves over meeting such a powerful figure for the very first time. However, soon the door on the other side opened, and I leisurely stepped out of the car. Harrison snapped his head up, his eyes widening in disbelief.

William barked, as Rebecca quickly jumped down from the table and ducked to hide underneath it. The door opened and in stepped Wendy Kendrick. Apparently, she was the acting secretary now. William sat in his chair and pulled himself toward the desk — so much so that his knees brushed Rebecca’s face. She squirmed, not enjoying the lack of space. She was slightly claustrophobic, and under normal circumstances, she would probably have freaked out. But at this very moment, she was in heat. So, as Wendy Kendrick approached the desk to brief William on the day’s schedule, Rebecca reached out her hands and started unbuckling William’s belt. “Mr. Silverman, I’m so sorry to interrupt your interview…

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that we don’t want you home. But something seems off. We’ve been trying to figure it out. You know you can tell me anything, right?” So he and my parents had been talking about me. Fucking awesome. “Yeah. I do. And I will. Just not now.” “Okay. Well, tonight is about having fun anyway—getting your mind off things. And I’ve got my guitar room set up for you.” “Cool. Thanks, man. I really appreciate it. Had I known our grandmother was a freak, I would’ve come to stay here a long time ago.” “Worst kept secret in the world.” He laughed. “But I’m glad she threw your ass out.”

It's common to do so. Even I feel out of place from these fake people kissing each other asses to gain favours. That's why I wear black it make me feel at home. I leaned down towards Mia and murmured. “Fake it love, they all are, all of them are hiding their own dark little secrets. It's all a game, I know that you know how to play it, and so do I. So just chill and relax, none of them is better than you here.” She looked at me with her beautiful almond eyes, in which I could stare for so long.

I turned to realize one of them was a kid I used to babysit. "Timothy?" I asked in my mom voice. He jumped and looked up at me, "Luna." he stated. "Explain yourself young man." I commanded. "Alpha Jackson wants us to look our for you ever since the rogue attack the other day." he rushed. I gestured to the other guys surrounding me. "I don't need a babysitter, but thank you. And if you wake up or scare Adaline I will pull you by your ears and take you all to your mates or your parents." I exclaimed. "Yes Luna." they all bowed their heads. "And boys....my name is Stephanie. Not Luna." I told them and walked off to the produce section.

I had given her distance, and she had used it to place another man’s hands on her body. “Bring Hale to me.” Adrian didn’t react. “He is in Seattle.” “I know where he is.” “Dragging a prominent American businessman out of his own hotel will attract attention we don’t need.” “I didn’t ask whether it would be convenient.” The office door opened before Adrian could answer. Leon entered without knocking, took one look at the photographs, and closed the door behind him. “So it happened,” he said. “You knew?” “I knew she was working with him.” My attention snapped toward Adrian. He remained silent.

George flustered, stammering, "W-Well… I-I…" "Did you sleep with Winter's secretary last night?" Ezekiel asked in a deep tone. "No! Nothing happened at all!" George waved his hands frantically. George, seasoned and worldly, who had walked through countless intrigues and nearly been taken as a crime boss' son-in-law, now looked like a bashful teenage boy whose secret had just been discovered. His face was red, his ears even redder. In truth, it was mostly because Ezekiel had caught him—it was deeply embarrassing.