Secrets In Wobbly Life Novels & Stories

It was a story that seemed to resonate deep within my soul, like a memory from a past life. As I stood there, entranced by the symbols, I felt a sense of wonder and awe. What other secrets lay hidden in the Book of Secrets? And what other mysteries would I uncover as I delved deeper into its pages? Arachne's voice was low and mysterious. "The Book of Secrets is a doorway to other worlds," she said. "Are you prepared to step through the doorway, Lila?" I felt a surge of excitement and trepidation. What lay beyond the doorway? And was I really prepared to face what was on the other side?

It keeps wrecking havoc in my head. I and Lily Mitchell have been best friends since we were toddlers. Our lives were entangled like the branches of the ancient willow tree that stood proudly in the center of town. We are totally inseparable and indestructible. We share everything—our dreams, our secrets, and even our first heartbreaks. We have kind of an oat-like promise between ourselves that makes us spill out any secret we have within ourselves no matter how hard we try to keep it. But there is one huge......I mean..... massive, enormous secret I am currently keeping locked away, deep within the pits of my soul, a secret that has definitely threatened to take apart my friendship with

Collins A secret is like a disease. It grows. When you keep it inside it gets bigger and bigger. And the damage is always worse when it comes out. But I’m good at secrets. I’ve held one close to my heart since I was fourteen years old… when I accidentally found out something I shouldn’t have… that I didn’t want to know. That secret has eaten away at me for years now. There had been so many times over the years I wanted to tell it…. to confront the person who it was about. But how many lives would I be ruining if I did that? So I’d kept it inside where it ravaged me on a daily basis.

The witch simply stares with a look of satisfaction as my vision darkens. "Oh, I can't explain. When I like people immensely, I never tell their names to any one. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one's life. I suppose you think me awfully foolish about it?"

The red circle waited for me to press it. If I recorded what Nico had done, the truth would exist somewhere beyond his control. He wouldn’t be able to erase my experience or convince people that I had returned willingly. But the recording would also contain the secret I had spent years hiding. My relationship with Nico. The betrayal of my cousin. Last night. “I don’t want to talk about everything.” “You don’t have to.” “You said you needed the truth about our relationship.” “I need enough to prove that Nico had a reason to take you. You can decide how much you share.”

Alice pressed, trying to coax compassion from his cold heart. "Are you trying to change me into some kinda Mr Nice Guy?" Caleb asked. "No, it's not that," Alice said. She stared down at the muddy water, poking at the brown sludge with her boot to make a squelching sound. She wasn't sure whether to let Caleb in on the secret as it was actually Tony's secret. Not really hers to tell. "Can you keep a secret?" Alice asked. Of course, Caleb nodded. Did anyone ever say no to that question?

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.

"Relax, we're just pretending, remember?" He didn't reply, just watched me with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me, into the part of me that was starting to get lost in our performance. The cameras flashed, a strobe light of our perfect fairytale life. We were the "perfect couple," living a lie so grand it felt almost real. But behind the smiles and the designer clothes, we were two broken people with a secret that could destroy everything. Suddenly, a woman with a sleek blonde bob and a killer red dress approached. Her features were sharp and elegant, and I guessed she had some Western blood in her. She hugged Eavon tightly, her eyes sizing me up with an unnerving inten

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Don’t I? I think between the both of us, you know I'm right” Her smile widened. She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping low enough that only I could hear. “See, the thing about secrets, Vivienne, is that they always leave traces. And once you know what to look for, they’re not that hard to find.” “I don’t have any secrets,” I said tightly. “You’re imagining things.” “Maybe.” She tilted her head, studying me like a cat toying with something small and trembling. “But you know what’s fun about imagination? Sometimes, it’s right.”

“Where is my mother?” Vivienne ignored the demand, circling slowly around the edge of the room. Her heels echoed like a metronome counting down. “Do you know what the problem with secrets is, Grace? They never stay buried not for long sooner or later, they rise and strangle the ones you love.” Noah’s voice was low, controlled. “What have you done?”