Novel & Cerita Secretly Yours: A Novel

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

Thompson frown. When she was a kid, she was too close to her grandfather. Neither was she not the successor of the Thompson family; they treated her right. She's the favorite granddaughter of Mr. Thompson. "You know there was a house in the middle of the forest. I owned that house and even the land. You will live there with Sebastian." Solene nodded. She bowed her head as she felt embarrassed that Bruce witnessed how badly her relative treated her. She felt scared that Bruce might take advantage of her and abuse her.

Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

Then I slip my hand under my mattress where I’ve hidden the romance novel I’m currently reading. I cradle it like a tender little secret. Because it is a secret. It’smysecret. My only outlet into the psyche of a man, until Rhett came along. I sink into bed and curl up under the covers. My heart still stings from not hearing from him all day. My stomach feels hollow but not because I haven’t eaten all day. The second I open the book and the smell of the paper enters my nostrils, something inside me comes alive.

But still I couldn't shake the possibility that maybe Camille had something to do with this. I whispered, "I have something to show you." His eyes were tired yet seeking as he gazed at me. Reaching behind the line of hardcovers until my fingers found the latch, I got up and moved over to the bookcase. A tiny compartment opened with a click. When I returned to him, I placed it in his lap. He looked at it. "What is this?" I whispered, "The authentic documents the one Camille has been hiding from you” He gasped in shock springing up…..

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.

"Well, is it true that the CEO was a slut of his own mother? God, that was so sickening! How could they do that? And why did you write that article? He's your boyfriend." "Are you working for him? Now that his biggest secret was out, aren't you ashamed of your boss?" Then another woman from behind us interrupted, "Maybe that was why the CEO was so secretive and private. No one knew he was hiding such a secret. And who would have thought that it was his own girlfriend who would let the public see the real him?"

Anna’s apartment was quiet except for the ticking clock and the soft patter of rain against the window. It was just past midnight, and she sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor in an old tank top and tiny cotton shorts. Twenty-three years old, working at the dusty bookstore downtown, and tired of her boring, safe little life. No boyfriend. No excitement. Just books and fantasies that made her blush when she read them alone at night. Tonight felt different. She had found the old leather book two days ago in the basement of the store, hidden behind broken shelves. No title. Just strange symbols on the cover and thick yellow pages filled with Latin. Something about it called to her. She brought

It was her voice that broke her reminiscing moment. ‘Oh my goodness you are blushing Emma!’Trish exclaimed, ‘Care to share who or what is behind all that and that smile…hmmm…someone has got a secret.’ Emma giggled, if it was any other guy she would have told her all about it but this was to be her secret. She was glad none of her friends were aware that she was spending a night out and she planned to keep it that way. ‘What can I say, its good to get lost in dreamland once in a while, you see in there you have a perfect guy, your kisses are sweet you lovemaking passionate and______________’ before she could finish Trish’s contagious laughter interrupted her and she found herself laughing alo