Secret Story Novels & Stories

“Not when you guys are trying to keep secrets. I want in on it.” “Harry…” I groaned. “Otherwise I’ll tell Dad about how you were peeping at…” I slapped my hands over his mouth before he could expose me. The little rat only laughed and shook my hand free. “Peeping at what?” she wanted to know. Even Leo was waiting to hear. “Harry don’t!” I warned him. I might as well have been speaking to wall because the next thing I knew he blurted out my darkest secret. “Theo Everson, he lives beside us.”

His voice returned to a low, confident rhythm, the kind that always came before he did something dangerous. “You think you can scare me, Blackwood?” His tone hardened. “You think threats will keep me quiet? Fine. Let’s see how much control you still have when the world knows your precious secret.” He began typing, fast and precise. Each keystroke was both a strike and a shield — a way to drown out the lingering image of Adrian’s calm stare. Subject: CONFIDE — URGENT TIP Source: Anonymous Content: Leaked documentation suggests Adrian Blackwood is concealing a child born out of wedlock…

That being invisible is worse than being hated. Because at least hatred means they see you. My hand trembled as I wrote the next line. If I’m not careful, I’ll break. And I don’t know if Cole would catch me if I do. The silence of my room pressed heavy around me. I closed the journal, shoving it under my pillow like a secret I wasn’t brave enough to speak aloud. For now, it was safe. Hidden. But some secrets don’t stay hidden forever.

(Elara's‌ POV) I laid it al‌l bare. Every ugly b​it o‍f‌ it.⁠ The decep‍tion, the sne​aking into​ James’s study‌, the key I s‌tole‌. The story tumbled o‌ut of me in a messy, br⁠oken heap​, rig‌h​t the‍re in our bedroom that smelled lik⁠e medicin⁠e and worry. I left out only one thing—the k⁠iss on the driveway. Some s​ecrets you bury de‌ep​, ev​e‍n when you’re confessing ev​e‍ryth‌ing else​.​

he said to him self. After glancing at the door for over 5 minutes hus curiosity just couldn't let him rest. He slowly reached for the drawer pulling it open . It was so nearly arranged but something caught his attention. It was a very beautiful and expensive looking envelope. His heart began racing very fast he opened the envelope. There was a letter in it signed with the letter D and was handwritten. He recognized the handwriting to be Drake's. His heart pounded as he carefully pulled it out and opened it. I miss you. It's sad we couldn't live the life we wanted for ourselves. You'll forever be my sweet cute boy. I love you

“From her voice, you should already know how worried she is. You don’t have to keep lying to her… that will hurt her more when she finds out the truth.” His words struck deeper than I expected. I didn’t respond. I just looked down at my hands. Pale. Bony. Not mine. I wasn’t even sure I recognized myself anymore. But… he wasn’t wrong. Ashley would be hurt either way. But keeping her in the dark would only make it worse. Sebastian's phone buzzed with a new message….likely the school address. He glanced at it, then slipped the phone back into his pocket. No words, just action.

She knew something. My eyebrows arched. “How did you know?” “Haven’t you learned not to ask that kind of question?” “Right. Her father is looking for the lost book, Medea. He said it’s rare, but I have doubts.” I had a feeling she knew something about it, too. So, I’d just ask away. “Was it top secret? What do you think about that book?” “It’s a myth.” “I know about the story or that play.” “No. The book is a myth. The Medea you’re looking for. It’s a secret file to scare mafias.”

"I'm fine." My hand closed around the purse's strap. The floor was cold underneath my bare feet as I padded hastily to the door. My mind churned with fragments of information, trying to piece together the puzzle of Professor Grant's disgrace. But there, sneakily slid under the door, lay "The Golden Secret" magazine. Its glossy cover glared up at me, daring me to open it. Tucked beneath it, a slip of paper—Michael's unmistakable script scrawled across it: “We will do great things together.”

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.

“That Sabrina girl is evil—” “Dude, you don’t get it,” Jack replied. “Celeste should know better. But to hell with it; if she wants to scrub floors, she can do that. I won’t be giving her money anymore.” Before I could hear anything else, I slipped into my room and quietly shut the door. Silent sobs shook my body, and I sank down onto the floor, drawing my knees up to my chest. How had things come to this? I had been so careful, so cautious, but now everything was unraveling. The secret I had fought so hard to keep was threatening to explode, and I was powerless to stop it.