Secretive Names Novels & Stories

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.

“I don’t hide.” With a flick of her fingers, the signal surged. Not just to allies, not just to those with the right blood or the right passwords, but everywhere—through the oldest networks, the ones no one spoke of; into the banking cores where empires kept their secrets; into war rooms and council chambers that hadn’t changed since the first city fell. The name Nyxara Vale blazed across a thousand screens, the image unmistakable: bloodied knuckles, calm eyes, the restless promise of the White Wolf coiled beneath her skin.

For some reason, he felt the need to check the item. Sean frowned when he saw that there was an unknown phone number calling Hera, and it had been ringing for some time now. "Who is this? Is it that naughty boss of hers?" Sean murmured to himself. With a sense of curiosity, he quickly answered the call. Sean chose to remain silent for a moment until someone on the other end began to speak. "Hello, Hera. It’s me, Viola. Ah, I always use a different number for privacy reasons. You know I’m quite famous, right?"

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.

Clark explained. "They communicate with a secret code name which helps them keep a low profile and remain hidden as well." He shrugged as he looked at me. "If Collins Morgan and Jayson Holmes are part of this secret society, then who next?" I snapped as I smirked, trying to ease the tension I felt right that moment. "I guess we just have to watch closely. I was having my suspicions." He shrugged as he looked at me. I raised my eyebrows as I looked at Clark. "And what could that be?" I questioned as I furrowed my eyebrows this time around.

Lily turned and walked out. I watched her leave, then pulled out my phone. I opened a secure line and made a call. "Phoenix? This is Aurora Arkin." It was the first time I had ever spoken my true last name inside Thorne Industries. "Yes. I need to consult you on a unilateral breach of secret investment contracts. Evidence? I have it all. Every contract, every wire transfer." I hung up and opened a hidden wall safe in my office. Inside were all the investment contracts signed under the "Arkin Trust."

Aislen cursed. “That is what you take out of this?” Heath was furious, his wolf bright in his eyes. “Glass in the gravel! Aislen, for f-k sake, this,” he gestured to the road. “Is precisely why you need to stop this Secret Keeper shit. You might think that only one or two people know that it’s you, but this is Havermouth. Word spreads. And someone has obviously decided that you need to be scared into silence.” “Is that why it’s called Havermouth? Have-a-mouth, get it?” Tyler snorted.

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—”

Vince asks as Lester gives him a cheeky grin. “Something my assistant is going to help me with” Lester smiles. “This is top secret; you can’t even tell Tiffany what we are about to do” he adds, opening the envelope and pulling out the piece of paper inside to reveal its contents. Vince’s eyes grow wide when he reads what was on the paper. “What do you need me to do?” he asks, smiling he gets to help Lester with revealing the sex of the baby.

I offered to explain which earned a scowl from my boyfriend. "Anyway, that's not what's important right now. Please keep this a secret first and let us tell them ourselves, okay?" Grey pleaded and Demo raised an eyebrow at the both of us. "Well, I am okay with that, but what I am so curious about is how the two of you manage to hide this for six fucking months," he asked, a little baffled with the situation and I'm not blaming him. or was he actually alarmed? He seemed to be in deep thought.