Secret Letters Novels & Stories

"But I am not. Girl, that's how lots of girls says whenever they are crushing on a guy. You are in love with him." "No!!" She snapped at her. "Okay, if you insist," She teased as she picked up the remote. She pressed on the red button revelling the news on TV. The headlines shocked her a bit and she quickly called Shelby. "Hey Shelby!! Hey!" She called her best friend's name. "What? What?! Come read the headlines," "What?!" Shelby sat beside Paige and stared at the TV. The headlines moved her a bit. RYAN LEE AND AARON LEE OUT OF THE COUNTRY TO CHINA FOR A GREATER....

We all have secrets. The first real secret I ever had began when I was nine years old. I’m not talking about when someone tells you something and you keep it to yourself—it’s more like when you know something or have seen something that no one else has, and telling someone about it takes away from your pleasure, from your secret. Now, I’m not going to talk about my secret eleven years ago. I’m going to talk about my biggest secret of all time. Back when I was sixteen years old.

The final secret from Elena arrived on a rainy Thursday afternoon. A plain envelope was delivered to the estate gate. Inside was a single handwritten letter and a small USB drive. Sera opened it with shaking hands while Cassian stood beside her, his arm around her waist. The letter was short and devastating.

“They were the only reason I stayed. That, and the promise Beth made me make her.” “Jenna…” I paused, sending a quick prayer to the Moon Goddess that I was doing the right thing. “Jenna, there is something that you deserve to know about those letters.” She rolled her eyes. “That they were based on your real life adventures with Beth? Yeah, I got that much from the funeral.” “No, Baby. That’s not it.” Jenna’s body visibly tensed. “What?” “I didn’t write them.”

I can’t wait. Anna can’t help but smile. She’ll have to make up some lie. Her mom knows that she would never go to church camp for three days, but she could say that she is going to a three-day training camp with a youth empowerment non-profit organization. Thank goodness for Canva, she could forge a letter for that. Anna started to make the letter, not knowing that her phone had been hacked into. If she had taken a moment she would have noticed that her W******p messages where taking longer than usual to send and her screen was glitching every once in a while.

SUMMARY I have a secret. I’m in love with my best friend, but I’ve never told her. Sharing feelings is right up there with all-time terrible things. Instead of saying it, I show her how I feel every day. I watch Big Brother with her. We have scary movie night. I hold her hair when she’s puking. That’s love in my books. Only…she’s not been the same recently, and I don’t know how to fix it. I hope she knows I'd do anything for her.

If they didn't have the data, the ANN would have gone after them long ago. Time flies, and Kourtney finally makes some progress after more than a month of buried research. One day, Kourtney had just turned on his computer when a mysterious email suddenly appeared in Kourtney's mailbox. The content of the email was brief but shocking: "I know you have the secret to Compound H. Give it to me, or your friends and family will have their lives threatened." The sender leaves no name or contact information, and she rushes to tell everyone.

Vince asks as Lester gives him a cheeky grin. “Something my assistant is going to help me with” Lester smiles. “This is top secret; you can’t even tell Tiffany what we are about to do” he adds, opening the envelope and pulling out the piece of paper inside to reveal its contents. Vince’s eyes grow wide when he reads what was on the paper. “What do you need me to do?” he asks, smiling he gets to help Lester with revealing the sex of the baby.

Names that appeared for six months, then vanished into a clerk’s shrug. Sean’s pencil was an instrument, not a fidget. He circled dates, drew arrows between initials that repeated across departments. “This one—H.K.—signs off on ammo requisitions and rail clearances. H. Koerner? Kappel? Doesn’t matter yet.” “Geheimhaltungsstufe,” Silvia murmured, tapping a stamp. “Secrecy level. Tier three. You didn’t get that for experimental boots.” Terry mimed a rifle. “Long grey thing—pew pew—”

I pulled one out, but as the spine moved, a folded piece of parchment fluttered to the floor. I picked it up. The envelope was old, the ink slightly faded, but the handwriting was powerful, jagged, and unmistakable. It wasn't addressed to a name, but a single line was written across the back: "Do you know the secret of zxg68?"