Secret Sister Form Novels & Stories

I took my phone on the bed and marched out if the house. I know no where in Nigeria. The ladies in the reception were drooling as I walk pass. I board a taxi and entered. "Take to a police station here" I muttered. ..................... Kate's pov I began to read the diary loud. It reads: Dear diary, when will Kate know about this secret we've been keeping from her? How will I tell her that Janet her sister isn't her biological sister. She's Andrew's daughter. Her uncle. He really wanted to use Jane has his burnt offering to the god(idol) he was serving but knew his secret and had to save baby Jane who was still 5 then and Kate is just a year old.

She looked at the name on the tag and read it. JOHNNY JAMESON. HEAD SECRETARY. So he's the one that took Wanda's position. Selena thought to herself. "May I help you miss?" Selena was startled by his voice. She looked at him but he wasn't looking at her, he was still busy with whatever he was typing. His voice was deep and had a strong Mexican accent _ one thicker than Ricardo's accent. The atmosphere was suddenly tense and Selena had no idea as to why.

The rest of the employees were gathered around the water dispenser and looked like they were gossiping. He cleared his throat and no one turned around. This was his idea of a social nightmare. Maybe he could just dump the form on the nearest desk and leave without anyone noticing him. That was probably out the question given that Becca had instructed him not to drop it on the way. It had to be something that needed to be handed over directly to a person. He cleared his throat again and waved the form in the air. The motion caused one of the secretaries to notice him and she rushed forward.

She mumbled beneath her breath. I arched an eyebrow and titled my head, purely don’t know what is going on, while Madam Rhea shuffled the pieces of papers and extracted some of them on the same spot as where she put that one paper she scoffed at. “I guess my question is wrong.” Madam Rhea reexamined the paper and put away some more papers until there’s only three left in her hands. “I’ll give you this.” She handed me the papers. In my hand, I saw one of the papers is about me quitting school, the other one is about consent form for my meeting with a psychiatrist, and the last one, is a consent form of my marriage. All of them, except the psychiatrist’s consent form, is signed by my aunt with

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—”

"Thank you, ma'am," "You will have to resign from that place before you resume here. There's a contract you must sign, one that holds you to secrecy and loyalty. Anything heard here, no matter how discriminating, must remain with you. The contract has the rules, would you sign it?" "After going through it," Autumn beat me to it. "Nelia, bring two for me, and the application forms as well." ____

Her signature, her demands, her clauses and conditions and the long, ugly list of what she had taken when she left. I turned the page, then another. The papers were thick and dense, like the kind of document that took months to finalise. I was halfway through the document when I saw something else that caught my attention. A section marked CONFIDENTIAL that was separate from the rest and sealed with a stamp I had to break to open. For a second, I hesitated, my heart pounding against my chest, my hands shaking and my mind telling me to stop. I didn't. I opened it and the words blurred together. I read them again and again and the world tilted beneath my feet.

"Could you fucken stop bickering over shit you don't even know.. read what's there so that you can now talk sense..." I sighed and cautiously opened the already open envelope. It was papers.. loads of them.. okay not more than 10 papers. I pulled it out and saw "RECOMMENDED FORM" boldly written at the top. Then I saw what form it was for.. my heart skipped a bit. "Fuck..." I said and Luna hugged me, "I fucken knoooooow... like how awesome is thiiiiiiis...?" "But.. why meeee...." "Bitch please.... why not you..."

The flash drive. She felt certain they missed something. Slowly she reopened the files. Folder after folder appeared again. Then suddenly—she noticed a hidden section. A tiny encrypted folder. One she’d somehow overlooked before. Her pulse quickened. Carefully, she clicked it. The folder opened. Only one document existed inside. One. The title read: Subject S — Final Selection Report Selena froze. Subject S. Her. Slowly—she opened the file. The first page appeared. Then the second.

I miss him terribly and I'm dying to know how he's doing after he got punched by Charles yesterday. I know I should have told them, said something at least. But something about keeping it a secret thrilled me, to keep going on. The sneaking, the quickies, the short kisses in the hallway, I felt so badass. They thrilled me and brought out my wild side, a side I didn't know I had until I met James. At least for now, my consolation is that Elizabeth understands me, she doesn't support my actions, but I know she understands where I'm coming from. And probably she can speak to Charles, so that he forgives me.