Secret Letters Novels & Stories

Seb finally says. "Name it." I swallow. "You play Cold Secrets with me." *** Cold Secrets. The sadistic game that Seb invented when we were kids, in one of our almost daily trips to the 7/11 near our school. The rules are simple. We each drink a Slurpee and try to stop a brain freeze and whoever’s unsuccessful at it tells the other person a secret. The first time I played it, my migraine didn't stop for days and I vowed to never let him talk me into it again. Obviously, since I just agreed at doing it with him again now, I have failed my past self.

It Runs In The Family Thalia What the actual fuck???? Thalia was making her way through the dream scape, throwing her secret message around like fucking confetti when she sensed something so alluring she knew it had to be some kind of gift from the gods. It was warmth, it was like chocolate fucked peanut butter then rolled in Carmel, sex on fire. It was a hum that made her toes curl a bit. So..she ran to it. not walked but...ran. She could hear things more clearly now, she was stepping into somewhere new, and somewhere new had a deep husky voice mumbling something, grunting quiet moans.

he asked. “Nothing,” both Whitney and Jimmy chorused. Maverick whined to himself, “We are not even married yet and the two of them are already sharing secrets. They are even keeping it away from me!” Lena was the closest to him. So she heard his words and smiled.

"That letter said, 'My sweet baby girl. I never wanted to give you away, it was not my choice. There are things you need to know about yourself. Please think about meeting with me. I know that you must be angry and you have every right to be. The amulet is a family heirloom and I want you to have it. It will keep you safe, please wear it. I want you to know that I love you so much. I loved your mom with every ounce I had. I didn't want to leave her. In that I also had no choice. I was forbidden to with your mother and I didn't listen to my warnings. I will be at the motel on main street until your birthday. I hope to see you, and please don't tell anyone I am here.

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."

So, I did the only thing I could - I kept all those letters locked away in a box, a box that holds the secrets of my heart. It's a box filled with words that were never meant to be seen, words that were meant for his eyes alone. Words that spoke of my longing, my love, and my longing to be reunited with him once more. But for now, they remain locked away, a secret that I've kept hidden from the world, a secret that I've kept hidden from myself. "Can I share a secret with you, Harvey?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as if I was afraid of being overheard. Harvey's eyes locked onto mine, filled with understanding and encouragement, and he nodded gently, inviting me to continue.

It was a reminder that, no matter the storm, a bit of laughter and love could always be found in unexpected places. Subject: Your Little Secret Dear Sophia, I trust this email finds you in the most delightful of situations. I must say, the photo attached to this message captures a rather tender moment between you and dear Henry, doesn't it? A picture is worth a thousand words, they say, and this one speaks volumes about your clandestine affair.

He said to her and her heart missed a beat at the thought. “I can only do the little I can, so whatever secret you know you have, …” He said. “I don’t have any secrets.” She snapped at him and he could say no more.

Star, Wave, Coral, Pearl, Eye, Dolphin, Sea anemone, Conch shell, Moon. SCREEEEEECH!!!! An alarm blared, and a red light on the door lit up, indicating that the code was wrong. They looked at each other in confusion. "How could it be wrong? Let's read it again," It quickly picked up the paper with the lyrics. "Maybe it's this," Mhok, who had been silent for a long time, pointed to one part of the song. "'This world holds many hidden secrets'. The password might start after this line."

All those explanations. Protection. Safety. Family. They had used beautiful words to disguise ugly decisions. Lucien looked at the ledger. “The first ledger contains the history.” Zara tightened her grip around it. “And the second?” “The second contains the names.” “And the third secret?” Lucien’s expression darkened. “The third secret is not in a book.” “Then where is it?” He looked at her. “In a person.” Zara’s pulse quickened. “Who?” Lucien smiled. “You.”