Secret Sister Form Novels & Stories

Heather said and handed the clipboard to Trevor. “What are you signing, Trevor?” Christopher asked. “The top of the paper says confidentially and consent,” Trevor said. “It states that I can’t disclose anything we discuss unless you give me permission or under a subpoena,” she clarified. Christopher could see from the corner of his eye that Trevor had turned the page over. “Now what are you looking at? Is it a mental hospital form?” “No, Christopher,” Trevor said tirelessly. “It’s a form giving Heather permission to treat you and her billing rate.”

I gasped as I scanned the tree lines for anything. A howl ripped through the night as I ran inside and grabbed Adaline. I laid her in the safe room in the office room that my parents installed when I was a young pup and not able to fight. I laid her down and locked her in. Only her and I knew the code. I ran back outside only in time to see our border patrol and royal guard in wolf form running to where we were. "Rogues." Jackson spit out, "Go ahead with Adaline. I can't lose you again."

Inside, Brigid swept to a shelf at the far end of the room and selected a small, black leather folder from inside. On the front, in bold text, read “AKARD”. “This should satisfy your curiosity,” she said. She turned to me, handling the folder like it was made of glass. I took it in my hands, my heart a raging lump in my throat. Just as I was about to open the leather cover, Brigid reached out to stop me. “Not here,” she hissed. “Take it and open it only when you are alone. And remember, this is to remain a secret. You are never to mention meeting me tonight.”

He returned shortly with the documents and placed them gently before me. “This space here is for the secretary’s name, and these lines are for the signatures of all shareholders of Majesty Corp.” I gave a short nod and turned slightly. “Leif. Bring me the Royal seal.” Gasps filled the room. Leif, my Beta and Drizzel’s older brother, didn’t hesitate. He returned moments later with the Royal seal, a sacred object rarely brought out in public. He placed it gently on the table before me, and the room went still.

The woman took a folder and pulled out some papers, laying them on the desk she cleared her throat to pull Sarah’s attention back to her. “Sign these please.” she said holding a pen out in Sarah’s direction. “I don’t...what am I signing?” she asked, picking the papers up off the desk to scan them. “The Official Secrets Act.” answered the woman.

“This is it: proof of every claim that you can raise and hold against your sister, if you must really kick her out of the picture." Really, this was so little, and yet a lot for me. How could one large yellow envelope contain everything it takes to bring Lisa down? Did Becky Lyn actually mean this, or is she playing on my intelligence? “Everything?" “Yeah. You might need to take that home with you. They're top secret documents. No one must see them, and they must not get out of your hands." She looked around like she was being watched. “I'll be leaving now, Louisa. You can call me on that number if you have any more questions."

Inside was a letter, distinctively marked with an organic-looking seal. "Yes, it's from Diana alright! This is our secret seal. Can you guess what it is?" I asked, displaying it to Dean and Maria, both of whom seemed puzzled. "It's a print we used to ensure it was us sending things. We'd apply some ink to the back of our knee, or 'knee-pit,' then press it against the document—there you have it, our secret seal."

It came in the form of a mysterious figure, someone from our past whose intentions remained shrouded in secrecy. One evening, as I returned home from a charity event, a note awaited me on the doorstep. It was written in elegant calligraphy, the words sending a chill down my spine. It read: "Dear Ava, I know your secrets. I know the truth that you've buried deep within your heart. If you want to protect the ones you love, meet me at the place where it all began." The mention of secrets and the insinuation that my loved ones were at risk sent a surge of fear through my veins. I immediately contacted Adrian and urged him to meet me at the designated location. We had to confront this mysterious

Gianni's POV The sound of my best friend Luna's favorite TV show was playing while I was arranging my things for work when my younger sister Arabella entered the living room with a familiar envelope in her hands. What was Arabella doing with that? I moved past Luna and I rushed to grab the envelope from her hands. "Student loan, unpaid hospital bills, what the fuck are all these?" Arabella questioned as she pointed at the envelope. I entered my room to keep the envelope in one of my drawers and locked it, "Gianni I'm talking to you!"

I saw her lips noiselessly form my name: Celeste. Shit, I thought to myself. If Sabrina got wind of my secret, I wouldn’t be surprised if she blabbed it to the whole school. This whole situation was turning out to be far messier than I ever anticipated. “Let's go,” I told Fiona, my voice barely above a whisper. Shooting Sabrina one last look, I pushed open the door and we quickly made our exit. As soon as we were out on the bustling street, Fiona grabbed my arm and unceremoniously yanked me into a quieter side alley.