Secret Letters Novels & Stories

She could feel sweat forming on her forehead and her hands were trembling slightly. She looked at the text message once more and it read: ‘Every secret thing must crawl out of the dark eventually. So stop living in the dark, it’s a sad place to dwell. And oh, your little secret is safe with me, love. But not for too long. ;) ‘

Leo staggered back at Rachel’s strong response and fierce defence for his company ! No one had done that in years ! However, before she went out of the door, Rachel said over her shoulder, only meant for Leo’s ears. “I wish you luck for our cooperation, Mr. Emerson,” she professionally said, making the lover in Leo flinch at her cold tone. “I hope that we will not mix business with personal affairs especially when it comes to secret fiancées and marriages. Oliver and my team are at your disposal if you want to communicate anything with us,” she added and closed all channels of communication with him.

There’s not enough time in the day for me to get everything I want for this room. There’s always tomorrow. Now that the time has come, I’m feeling nervous. So many doubts are creeping in. I have no clue when the other two would be returning. Or what they would do if they don’t find us…. I texted her the code on the app. It’s called BurySecrets. Pretty shady, but it offers anonymity.

A faint frown forms on my lips. “What is this…” I murmur under my breath. I slide a finger under the flap and tear it open. A single white sheet. I pull it out and unfold it. The moment my eyes land on the words, my entire body goes still. I KNOW YOUR SECRET AND THE TRUTH YOU ARE TRYING TO HIDE. AMARA ROOSEVELT. My breath catches. My fingers tremble so violently the paper almost slips from my grip. No. No… no, no…

He re-emerged with an old worn leather book, Alissa could see slips of paper sticking out of it. He placed it on the table and opened it. “This, is our biggest secret, you must never tell a soul unless they come to you in this trouble.” He pushed the book towards her pointing to a yellowed piece of paper that had been stuck to the page. Alissa read the fading ink

For not being brave enough to do it myself. Derek I read the letter twice. My hands were shaking. Lena asked if I knew about the letters. I said no. She said there were more. Dozens. Derek had written them over the years. To Marcus. To Leo. To Victor. To me. I asked where the letters were. Lena said in a safe. In Marcus's apartment. She had the key. She handed it to me. I asked why she was giving it to me. She said because Marcus was dead. Derek was dead. Victor was dead. The secrets had to end.

Chloe's heart raced as she stumbled upon a hidden letter concealed within the depths of her drawer—a tangible relic of a forgotten past, waiting to be discovered. Its worn parchment whispered secrets, its ink an ancient pact demanding illumination. With trembling hands, she gingerly unfolded the parchment, revealing a labyrinth of delicate cursive script, a map to the heart of her deepest mysteries.

"Pim! Pim!! Pim!!!" The phone beeped indicating a message. I clicked it and it read "Be ready, the game begins in 5 minutes." Immediately I read that my heart skipped and literally stopped beating for a few seconds and it took me seconds to regain myself. My lids patted, I let out a huge sigh as I prepared for the worst with confidence. The game; Can you keep a secret? Appeared on the screen.

Learn all his my dirty secrets before he takes me down or whatever his plan is. He had kneeled beside me, swiveling my chair until I was facing him. His hands rested on my thighs, his thumbs caressing them softly as he knelt between my parted legs. My breath hitched, I could feel myself getting excited. Scar wouldn’t shut the fuck up either, begging me to claim him. He stared into my eyes, his face was soft compared to his usual sternness. “You can tell me, Tara. You know that I will always keep your secrets,” he whispered, his chocolate scent relaxing me.

She had disobeyed him three times this night; going outside without his permission, bringing that damn cat in his house, and coming down to the basement. Madeline hesitantly opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She was far too terrified. Was this really who Matthew was? He hid he fact that he was a direwolf, he hid the fact that he was a cruel torturer who kept men chained up in his basement, what other secrets is he keeping from her? "Answer me." His gaze was menacing. She began scolding herself for coming down here. "You should've just stayed in bed, you idiot. Everything would've been fine."