Secretly Mine Novels & Stories

The more I thought about it, the more terrifying it was. But, I didn’t have a choice. It was the only way to keep what I had safe. ****** “I’m here!” Triscade hurried into my office, sweating profusely. He’d been putting in a lot of work, carrying the burden I was supposed to shoulder. “I had a meeting with Blank Enterprise Division. The eight mines Caitlyn managed to secure have begun full production. Silver is in demand,” he announced with a wide grin—but the smile quickly faded when he realized we weren’t reacting the way we should have.

This is an amazing secret I just found out. Phew.

I looked for a door and there it was not ten feet down, blending into the wall-the outline of the seal, and then a small sign marked Private affixed to it. Jackpot! I turned the handle and pushed into a large work storage room with more doors-one of which was marked Toilet. "Brynne?!" I yelled her name and slammed my hand hard. I tried the knob. but it was locked.

Down here, it’s quiet, with only the sound of water dripping from the stone ceiling. My secret room down here is small and simple with only a stone table, a water basin, and a wooden chest where I keep a few secret items. I open the chest and take out a black stone bowl—smooth and shiny like glass. I pour in memory ash, made from old visions I burned, and then add water from a secret spring that only I know how to find. As I stir it, the mixture starts to glow to show pictures. I whisper three names. Kaelith, mine, and a third one, which I must not say aloud at this moment.

Charles says, wrapping his arms around me from behind. My poor heart "Oh no son, I just didn't know that you and Elizabeth were that close" "Let's just say she's that hidden secret I wasn't ready to reveal yet" Now he's insinuating things "Oh I get it now. Congratulations you both!" She says with a beaming smile and walks excitedly, as if she has a dirty secret she cannot wait to share with everyone. "Charles!" "Elizabeth!" "Now you're just creating stories" "I've always wanted to be a writer since I was a kid"

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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?

Adam became curious. Abram continued, “Well, from what my secretary said, she was married to Abenore Petrova, you know the guy that owns Petrova Industry after founding the secret mine in Berdum?” Adam raised his brow while gulping down his coffee, “You mean the one where they found like diamonds and gems everywhere? The Petrova? But Berdum is in the land of humans. I thought we don’t do business with humans?”

My heart was still racing. I opened my notebook, the one hidden beneath my pillow and flipped to a fresh page. At the top, I wrote in capital letters: The Second Secret. Then, beneath it: Vanessa and Kyle are working together. Fraud through MorganTech. Secret accounts. Adrian’s money involved. My handwriting looked almost foreign to me, as if someone else had written it. My pulse refused to slow down. I transferred the photos from my phone to my laptop and encrypted them under a hidden folder labeled “Recipes.” It was almost poetic. No one ever looked there.

she said, “it’s that the earth keeps its own secrets. Power like that doesn’t stay buried.” Maxim followed her gaze, his mind already racing with contingencies. Guards to post. Treaties to rewrite. Alliances to bribe or break. He thought of the Bloodmoon Accord and the fragile peace they had clawed from blood and ash. How easily a single vein of cursed silver could unravel it all. Behind them, the miners’ torches flickered like restless stars. Somewhere deep in the cavern, the vein pulsed again—soft, steady, patient. The earth’s gift tasted of power and poison.