Secretly Yours: A Novel Novels & Stories

Arie’s POV The yellow tulips lay scattered across the floor while I stared at the emerald necklace on my pillow. Nico was in Seattle. The thought had barely formed when the quiet click of my apartment door closing reached me from the other room. My entire body went still. I had left the door open while searching the apartment. A second click followed. The lock. “You still hide things in the most obvious places, baby girl.” His voice travelled through me like a touch I had spent months trying to forgI turned slowly.

Troy is at very high end expensive boarding school for the gifted in Canada, there he'll be able to receive all the help he can get to help with his trauma and her job as Eros PA pays that and her own lifestyle. She was able to move out of her old apartment and got a studio apartment for herself, As much as she hated the fact that she had to lie and conceal her relationship status and be her real self just to maintain her job ate at her but there was nothing she could do. It was what Eros stated that he wanted 2 years ago. A secretary who looks like a schoolmarm, unattractive and ugly and wouldn't dare to seduce him either... Funny as it seems karma has finally came to bite her ass. It's jus

Present Day Emily lived by one rule: look good, work harder. A rule she had set for herself four years ago. Dressed in black pants and a tucked-in pink shirt, accompanied by a pink leather handbag—she stood in the lobby of City Pulse Press. Looking at her, one would think she feared nothing—but deep down, she panicked at the thought of what awaited her behind the doors of Carol's office. Carol was the only person in the building who could see through Emily's composure.

Well, I'm the fucking Devil, and I will make people roar in fear of me. I'll be the dark fog engulfing the room, with nothing to lose and so much to gain. Like smoke, destroying everything it comes into contact with, until, all that remains is the aberrant odour of my contamination. My name is Sandro Peker, and you can read about my mission in the upcoming instalment of... Hidden Secrets: Forbidden Heirs.

That an unopened message can wound more cruelly than a denied kiss. It’s about surrendering in the very place you swore you never would. About how shadows stretch until you step into them. About how desire refuses to remain hidden. No labels. No clear lines. Just two people, one library, and a secret they can’t stop keeping.

Henry informed me. “She’s your personal assistant?” The man asked “Yes Derek, what else is she supposed to be?” Henry asked. “A dead woman” Derek mouthed to me, glaring hard as if he’ll be the one to make me a dead woman. *********************❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Hi everyone, thank you for the support so far, I totally appreciate it. What’s your favorite title word so far? Mine is Unfettering(Chapter one) Tell me yours.

How could we push the buttons of your life like that until you had nothing left. > I bought this notebook because the silence in this apartment is too loud. I’ll write to you here. I’ll tell you the things I can’t say over a phone line that might show how desperate I want to be with you. I'm trying as much as possible to pay for the sins Cynthia committed against you. The foundation I'm managing brings a much better peace than the Thomas empire ever did. Did I tell you? Drake has a girlfriend named, Louisa. > Today, I realized I don't know how to exist without looking for you in a crowded room. I see a girl with long dark hair and my heart stops, only to shatter when she turns around and isn

Setting the picture to the side, Violet looked at the other things that were inside the drawer. The first thing that caught her eye was a small black book. The page Violet opened was a list. There was a name of a city, a first and last name, then a number, and finally an address. This had to be what Jeremy was looking for. She set the book to the side and looked at the rest of the contents. Some of them were letters discussing this Richard Morgan she’d heard so much about. Whoever he was, he was not only a thorn in the alpha’s side but a lot many other people.

The secretarial desk was empty, and all was quiet, save for the soft humming of the desktop computer. Weird… the receptionist told me that Mr. Silverman was waiting for me up here, Rebecca thought. Perhaps he’s waiting for me in his office? She walked cautiously to the massive wood door and knocked. “Hello? Mr. Silverman? It’s Rebecca Grey from TNN. Can I come in?” There was no answer, and her imagination began to run wild. Did the murderer make his way up here and take the lives of both Mr. Silverman and his secretary? Were they tied up, being held as hostages behind the door?

Learn all his my dirty secrets before he takes me down or whatever his plan is. He had kneeled beside me, swiveling my chair until I was facing him. His hands rested on my thighs, his thumbs caressing them softly as he knelt between my parted legs. My breath hitched, I could feel myself getting excited. Scar wouldn’t shut the fuck up either, begging me to claim him. He stared into my eyes, his face was soft compared to his usual sternness. “You can tell me, Tara. You know that I will always keep your secrets,” he whispered, his chocolate scent relaxing me.