Secretive Names Novels & Stories

She had unwittingly stumbled upon a secret so dangerous that those in power would stop at nothing to keep it hidden. The secret involved a classified government project that could change the course of history. It was a hidden technology capable of manipulating the minds of individuals, erasing memories, and even controlling behavior. Isabella's knowledge of this project had made her a target—an expendable pawn in a dangerous game of power and control.

There’s not enough time in the day for me to get everything I want for this room. There’s always tomorrow. Now that the time has come, I’m feeling nervous. So many doubts are creeping in. I have no clue when the other two would be returning. Or what they would do if they don’t find us…. I texted her the code on the app. It’s called BurySecrets. Pretty shady, but it offers anonymity.

“Maybe it’s just someone trying to joke with me, but who and at such a time?” “Wait a minute, Scarr,” Vera quickly chipped in. “You don't think it's about…” At that moment, a nurse emerged through the door. “You can see him now,” she said. We all quickly stood up to leave for Ethan's room. As we entered the room, Ethan's gaze fixed on mine and then shifted to his mom. “Mom,” he said quietly, his voice faint. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Vera was suggesting, it couldn’t be. No one besides Vera, Dad, Grandma and I knew about that secret, and it was supposed to remain that way, so that text had to be a harmless joke, right?

I plead him a pardon. He stayed quiet when I wrapped my arms around his body, I positioned his head on my chest and stroked his hair with my hand, he was only filling the silence, “Can I tell you a secret?” Kevin muffled. I looked down to catch his wet eyelashes. Immediately my heart fell at rest on the fact that he was willing to talk to me, “Yes, my dear. Your secrets are safe with me,” I assured him. My heart placed at rest that he chose to speak to me. I was worried if he got unsettled with me.

The realization irritated her. Luna preferred when people were predictable. Alexander wasn’t. “Fine.” She closed the tablet. “The Black Vault wasn’t a database.” Alexander waited. “It was insurance.” Now she had his attention. “Explain.” Luna leaned back. Thinking. Choosing her words carefully. Because very few people knew the truth. “The world runs on secrets.” Alexander nodded. Obvious. “Governments hide them.” “Naturally.” “Corporations bury them.” “Expected.” “Werewolf packs kill for them.” His expression darkened slightly. Accurate. Luna continued.

"But- How is that even possible? Werewolves and humans cannot be mates." The Alpha sighed. Now, he had no choice but to disclose his true identity. He prayed he was not making a mistake by trusting Nathan with this information. "I'm about to tell you something no one else knows about me, and I need to you make sure it stays a secret..."

****Dirty Secrets is gradually coming to an end. We have two more chapters to go **** Xavier Mary or whatever her name is is a variable I did not see coming. She walked in at the right time and saved me some time. Staring at her, I tried to figure out if this is just a charade. When a man is desperate just like myself, there is always a tendency for mistake; a mistake from a desperate man.

Everything. Without her memory, though, this was a chance for him to find out some things but not everything. Kelly could sense the change in him. His face revealed a surprise as he was thinking that she was not aware of what he was thinking about. She didn’t know if it was her place to even ask. She would wait. The night was still young, and they had plans. Kelly knew he was still working on whatever he was, but it was secret, so she knew not to ask.

The way Dedrick seemed so soft now, his hand rubbing small circles in her back and his eyes full of concern. "A long, long time ago, when heathens and Vikings began to raid, then to migrate to new lands, they would build what was called and Apex. This was a place of great spiritual importance, and there the keepers of tales and legends built homes and halls alongside gifted individuals, most called Volvas, some called Seers, though there were many names." He couldn't get over the way her eyes seemed to sparkle as she spoke, everyone listening in and even shifting forward some.

Then he rose slowly, each movement unhurried, deliberate, as if every second was meant to draw her deeper into the silence he carried with him. “Maybe you don’t need it,” he said. Her pulse skipped. “Everyone has a name.” “Names are for introductions. For polite conversations. This,” he gestured faintly at the space between them, at the library that seemed to shrink around their voices, "this isn’t polite. This is just between us.” The phrase struck her harder than it should have, like a door locking behind her. Just between us. No labels, no definitions, just the kind of dangerous secrecy she’d once thought belonged only in typed confessions sent to strangers.