Secrets I Have Held In My Heart Novels & Stories

His eyes, a deep ocean of promises and secrets, locked onto mine, but I was trapped in a confusing maelstrom of feelings and unspoken truths. My palms were flat against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart as I pushed against it, a mix of frustration, hurt, and longing bubbling up within me. How could I even think about a relationship with him when I was hiding something so big; a secret that lay heavy on my tongue like an overripe fruit, ready to fall at any moment?

Subject: I want to meet you in person. Rose’s heart raced. This is it. The chance to save the NGO but as the screen glowed in her hand, another thought chilled her. How can I meet him… if I’m trapped in here?

I had no idea he had someone he liked. And then he presented the other crystal shoe. "I tried to find the owner, Katherine, but I never did. I was afraid of hurting another girl because of what I did to Gillian. I've been holding back all these years. "But I guess God works in mysterious ways. I can't believe you're the girl I saw that night. That was my first time. My only time. But can you give me a chance, Katherine? I promise I'll love you right." I hugged him. "Yeah. Promise me you'll give me a home?"

I miss him terribly and I'm dying to know how he's doing after he got punched by Charles yesterday. I know I should have told them, said something at least. But something about keeping it a secret thrilled me, to keep going on. The sneaking, the quickies, the short kisses in the hallway, I felt so badass. They thrilled me and brought out my wild side, a side I didn't know I had until I met James. At least for now, my consolation is that Elizabeth understands me, she doesn't support my actions, but I know she understands where I'm coming from. And probably she can speak to Charles, so that he forgives me.

Only the quiet hum of tension, a lull before the inevitable storm. His heart, usually cold and still as the grave, now beats with a disconcerting fervor. Each pulse reverberates with the weight of what he must do next. The time for secrets is over; the truth, long buried in the crypt of his heart, is clawing its way to the surface. He must face it now, or be consumed by the very darkness he has tried to escape for centuries.

My hand slides unconsciously back to my stomach. Small. Secret. Ours. Not yet his to command. “I don’t need a doctor,” I whisper, but it’s weaker now. Because deep down, I knew the moment that door opens and footsteps return from that hallway, the secret I’ve been carrying alone won’t be mine anymore.

It’s the first real secret I've kept them. The first true omission I've ever made. But if I don't...... It feels like I’ll lose everything. 14: Ayame – Yoshin

So how did she open it? Her eyes slide over to the top drawer with the letter opener. Maybe she could force it open with that. What did she have to lose? No one kept a drawer locked unless secret stuff was in it. Taking the letter opener from the drawer, Violet opened the locked drawer as far as it would open then slid the blade of the letter opener into it as far as it would go. Wiggling it, she slid it over towards the lock, hoping maybe she could unlatch it or something.

These people were just ignoring me. I relaxed in my seat and waited for someone to walk through the door in front of me. What if it was someone who found out who I really was? What if that someone was someone that my brother pissed of and he kidnapped me for revenge? I bit my lip, shaking those thoughts away as I tried to ignore my heart which was beating extremely fast. I tried to calm myself down, not wanting to have a freaking panic attack on the enemy territory, that'd be embarrassing. Whoever kidnapped me clearly did not know who he was messing with.

In that moment my heart broke a bit and I couldn't stand the fact that he still had this much pull after all this time. Tears came to my eyes threatening to spill out as I wrapped my arms around myself and walked back in the house. I took a deep breath to think of how I could fix everything. my tool kit was in the basement which I quickly retrieved as I saw Jessica meet me at the top of the stairs. "Jessica, can you help me with the doors?" I asked. She nodded eyeing the two boys. They had walked off together to talk and they didnt want either of us in on the conversation.