Secret Weapon Synonym Novels & Stories

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.

He explained to her and she swallowed hard. “When we have already discussed about this? I was about to go into a meeting but I could not , you both disrupt everything.” He said. “And I was there, my presence could not even be noticed, you just ran past me with that log of wood in your hands and of you went to break the windscreen ...tit for tat abi ?” He said. “What was on your mind when you did it? And the exchange of words you both were saying exposing each other secrets were so shameful...I was so ashamed of myself “ He said to her.

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.

he pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes at me, "have I met you before?" "Who? Me? No, of course not." I scoffed. There was just no way he could've seen me, could he? I made sure to keep my face hidden from him that day, in the cemetery. I couldn't risk anyone knowing who I was or how I was related to Alessio, it would put me and him as well as everyone he cared about in grave danger. I had my own enemies and they had theirs. Mine would give anything to hurt someone I care about. Unfortunately for them, they have no idea who I care about because according to them, I don't have anyone.

I love you ~D~ Justin felt like he was suffocating as the words he had just read kept replaying in his mind. " Was Desmond right? Is Drake actually gay? Is this a dream?" Justin's said to him self as he kept staring at the paper in his hands. His pulse began raising as he found it hard to swallow. Guilt filled him up as he felt that he had trespassed into Drake's secret he wouldn't want anyone to know. As he stood there thinking he heard footsteps approaching the office which he recognized as Drake's.

If I say I don’t know what he’s talking about then I’m lying but I’m surprised that even kids are aware of this world spreading game. “What game is that?” Dad asked, completely clueless. “Umm... the... what’s it called What’s called...” “Can you keep a secret?’” I hacked in. Yeah according to the rumor that's the theme of the game. Dad was simply puzzled while zayn shrieked in surprise. “Yes...yes.. that’s what they call it? Wait, you know about the game too?” Zayn cast a surprise stare on me, lacing it with a hint of exhilaration.

“I asked about her and you!” Kaluna’s index finger pointed clearly at Rara who stood not far from him and Dewa. “Answer!” snapped Kaluna when Dewa remained stunned. “Today we’re supposed to be celebrating one year of our relationship, but you’re... celebrating by cheating on my friend?” To Kaluna’s astonishment, neither Dewa nor Rara denied her accusation at all. Did that mean the two of them had really been in a secret relationship behind her back? “You better be honest, Dewa.” Rara ventured to speak up.

"Well obviously you are not the first...different person I've met. I am not sure if I have ever met someone like you." "How do you know about our world?" Our world was supposed to be a secret. Most humans couldn't handle knowing about us. That's why mates are rare, at least within the vampire community. It is a law among all "paranormal" creatures that our world must be kept secret. "I know humans aren't supposed to know about you. If you tell me what you are then I'll tell you what I am." I knew she was special. "As you wish. I am a vampire."

He only knew the ones on record, while whatever lay hidden beneath remained an enigma. Aria looked up. "You're such a clever man, Mr. Laker. Don't tell me you have no clue." Wesson shook his head. "I really don't know. Your country's departments are far too secretive. I can only assume you belong to one of its hidden branches, but I know nothing about the specifics." Aria's tone softened as she swiftly pulled open a drawer, revealing a small recording device inside. "What do you think? Sometimes, being too clever comes with a price."