Secretive Names Novels & Stories

She whispered. I straightened up as she whispered my nickname. No one was allowed to call me that except for her. It was her nickname to me and no one else's. Like I said she never uses my full name. Shes only used my full name twice. Once when we had a huge fight and again on the night my parents pulled us apart. Well 3 times now when she had Damion mindlink me earlier. "Wildflower." I whispered to her. The man standing beside her stiffened. I stared at him. Who the hell is he to her?

“Network In Motion” Maraleona’s POV The air in the secure room was cold, as it always was. The thermostat did couldn’t suddenly make the place a beach in the muddle of summer, so I bore through it. It was a space designed for total privacy, soundproofed and shielded. Across the table from me sat Cypher, that wasn’t his real name, but it was the only one I ever used. He was one of the secret pieces in my game, the ghost who had helped me mimic Dimitri’s coding signature.

'Don't tell me he will. "HongYoonChoi." Joshua dropped their organization's name so casually. 'What is he doing?! They said that their organization is a top secret so why? Why did he disclose the information that easy?!' "Ahhhhm, Celine was joking at you. She made that name to make fun of us, me and my two friends," he explained then cocked to me again. "Celine, how could you hide your boyfriend's real identity? If he'll hear about this, he will definitely sulk."

Her cunning instincts screamed that this sudden, secret marriage was nothing but a lie—a cover-up to hide something far greater. After taking a deep breath to calm the storm raging inside her, Vivian picked up her phone again. She opened a hidden contact list that she rarely used and searched for a phone number without a name, marked only by a single-letter code. It belonged to an independent private investigation agency well known among high society—a bureau famous for its exceptionally discreet, swift methods and its ability to uncover even the deepest secrets, as long as the payment was worth it. Vivian pressed the call button and held the slim device to her ear.

Each shot a brick in the wall of a story: arriviste, social climber, gold-digger. He was no longer Davidson Ekon, SVP for Strategic Development. He was "The Secret Consort." The handle preceded him everywhere. It was perfect in its disdainful vagueness. It was medieval. It was all about hidden rooms, whispered conspiracies, and power gained not through merit, but through the secret corruption of a monarch. He looked up from the screen, his vision swimming. Joe was watching him, his face unreadable. He had a tablet in his lap, doubtless seeing the same carnage.

Because you should terrify me and somehow… you don’t. A hundred reasons. All of them unsaid. What came out instead was the truth. “Because you’re still a secret, I don’t know how to archive.” His eyes narrowed, tension in his body just barely visible, but there. As if he hadn’t expected that. As if no one had ever considered he might be something more than a weapon or a threat. Something that might be cataloged instead of buried. A secret worth keeping. Even if I couldn’t articulate why.

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 panicked. Should I leave? “Was this the moment I was supposed to walk away or what?” My heart skipped. I looked up and there were those sea green eyes, locked onto mine once again. “What was with the constant eye contact?” I wondered. From everything I’d heard about Liam, he was the cold, mysterious, no nonsense type. He was never for once classified chatty or caring, he really gave off that vibe. I’ve only seen him talk to the A-listers as we call them, they were the trendsetters, the populars.

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.

“I am talking about your secret, which chairman Hewitt revealed.” “My secret that chairman Hewitt revealed?” Patricia sounded amazed. She snickered, addressing, “that isn’t a secret.” “Then what’s it?” Anna questioned. “Isn’t a secret what you don’t want others to know?” Patricia scoffed. “No, you get it wrong as always,” she corrected. “A secret isn’t what you don’t want anyone to know. It’s what you are afraid of. It’s what you are afraid of others finding out.”