Secrets By Vorabiza の小説・ストーリー

Her emotions obfuscated her so much, she felt like she'd explode soon if she kept it all to herself. ----- Matthew grumbled in annoyance when he walked into his office and was met with both Betas. He glared at the female. "You're still here?" "I'm not leaving until you tell me what you are," She replied, leaning back in her chair. "Your mate is quite cute. Madeline, is that her name?" "... My mate?" "The way you looked at her made it so obvious. Your mood instantly changed when she walked in." A sinking feeling formed in the pit of his stomach; all his deepest secrets were being divulged before him. "She's a smart one." Her brains must be why the Pack had chosen her as their second in comman

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.

Okay, so maybe that drawer wasn’t going to hold any secrets she’d be interested in. “Third time is a charm,” Violet whispered and opened the last draw on the left side. “If I was an alcoholic,” she breathed when she saw all that it held was a large wide bottle of something no doubt alcoholic and a couple of glasses. “Damn it,” she said and turned to the right side and opened the first drawer. It was filled with blank paper and note pads. The second jerked with a loud knock as she tried to open it. Locked. Licking her lips, Violet once more glanced back to the door then down at the drawer. The keyhole was obvious. She wasn’t sure how she missed it.

over every fucking thing. That’s why I said yes when my friend Marisol texted me about this rooftop thing in Bushwick, it wasn’t some random bar night. It was one of those invite-only lesbian parties the girls in the know whisper about, the ones with the password at the door and the guest list that gets passed around in DMs. They call it “Siren” and it happens like twice a summer. Everyone’s hot, everyone’s queer, and nobody’s pretending they’re there to network.

If I were the one who abandoned a schedule just to be delayed for no reason, I would be more than agitated. “This is the reason I stayed too long outside,” I pointed at Sean to justify my delay. In the process of trying to defend myself and satisfy Marcus's curiosity, I end up complicating things. “I don't understand. What has he got to do with your lateness?” Marcus asked with a hint of confusion. “He's a secret spy sent by someone. Probably my rival CEOs,” I revealed to Marcus despite the absence of valid proof. I would have loved to say I was wrong, but the expression on Sean's face sparked numerous controversies.

Vladimir gazed between the three of them in confusion, having no idea what was going on or what they were talking about until Esmeray opened her mouth and recited the next lines in a monotone stealing his breath. "Raziel is the Keeper of Secrets. Some call him Angel of Mystery. He could unveil anyone's secret by a simple touch." Vladimir clenched his hands into fists to hide their tremble as he swallowed the lump of emotion threatening to knock him out. This can't be. . . Vladimir's gaze flickered towards his bride momentarily in dread. He can't lose her. Not again. When Raziel opened his mouth again Vladimir knew that the lad knows. He knows what Vladimir had done. "Some secrets and mysteri

She thought that he would kill her. She regretted going to the meeting in the first place. She didn't stop blaming herself even though it's been more than a month since the incident happened. Vanessa adjusted her blazer as she took the microphone and resumed her speech. "As you all already know, I am Vanessa Sanchez, an actress and a model. I would also like to add one more identity to my name. This has been my secret for so many years but I will let you all know today that I am V_Secrets…" She stated.

Secrets never just sat still. They didn’t stay buried, tucked neatly under silence; they multiplied in the shadows, fed on omission, got messier the longer you pretended they weren’t there. And now, with dawn spilling over Zurich, Selena saw this one with total clarity. Marcus hadn’t made some panicked choice five years ago. He’d set something deliberate in motion.

Lilith’s phone beeps and she almost jumps up when Scar looks over as she covers her phone to her chest. “What?” Scar lets out a taunting laugh at Lilith’s reaction, “Our little Lilith has secrets now, huh?” More than you think. Lilith doesn’t know how to answer. She is the simplest in the three of the, and she is the worst at keeping secrets. But ever since five years ago, all she has are secrets, to keep from all the people in her life, it seems. She has secrets from Silco that Scar can’t know of, and she has secrets with Sebastian that Silco can’t know. Not to mention her own secret...

"No more secrets?" “Let me go you fucker idiot, YES No SECRETS AGAIN.” "Liar." "Maybe one or two." "haha, I know you that well."