Secrets In Wobbly Life Novels & Stories

It just took a front seat to everything else we have going on. I pull up the web browser and start typing in the search bar, looking for anything that can give me clues about what had just happened. I know there are creatures with the ability to raise the dead, but they are usually dark creatures and from what I know of Willow from her background check and from meeting her, she is feisty and temperamental at times but there is nothing dark about her so there has to be another explanation. If it’s out there I will find it.

I order, and my entire pack heads in their respectable directions. Fear twists my stomach as I march towards my home completely naked and utterly exposed, both figuratively and physically. "Lauren didn't shift...Sam probably won't be frightened of Lauren," David mumbles, and I nod. Boyd stays quiet, but I can sense his worry. Our secret has been exposed in the most brutal of ways, and there is a very high chance our future Luna might leave forever. My girls might never be my girls. My pack might forever be incomplete. SAMANTHA POV

She had disobeyed him three times this night; going outside without his permission, bringing that damn cat in his house, and coming down to the basement. Madeline hesitantly opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She was far too terrified. Was this really who Matthew was? He hid he fact that he was a direwolf, he hid the fact that he was a cruel torturer who kept men chained up in his basement, what other secrets is he keeping from her? "Answer me." His gaze was menacing. She began scolding herself for coming down here. "You should've just stayed in bed, you idiot. Everything would've been fine."

A doorway you could walk through in the time it takes to blink and on the other side everything was different. I told myself it didn’t matter. Nobody saw. The street was empty. The only people who would ever know were me, Caleb, and Zara. I would tell Rhys myself – when, if, he ever let me close enough to speak. I would confess before the five seconds could become a secret, because secrets were Caleb’s currency and I refused to carry his coins. Nobody saw. Nobody knew. I pressed my face into my pillow and tasted cheap beer and brick dust and the particular bitterness of a woman who’d spent months building a case against a man’s manipulation and then handed him a weapon in five seconds flat.

But I knew one thing. Sam had no idea. Not yet. And if he ever found out… nothing would be the same again. The apartment felt alive, watching me. The shadows whispered. The wind carried secrets. And in the center of it all… I felt something powerful, something fragile, something unknown, beginning to grow inside me. I swallowed hard. The room seemed to close in, yet stretch infinitely at the same time. And I realized the truth: Some secrets don’t just haunt you. They live inside you.

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G I wish I was on that bed with them~~~ I covered my face. “Oh my God.” Victor laughed quietly. “Too late to panic now.” Sammy refreshed the page again and the likes had doubled. “They’re losing their minds,” he said, clearly enjoying this way too much. I peeked through my fingers. People were arguing. Debating. Theorizing. But no one was ignoring it. The secret was gone. I wasn’t a hidden pawn anymore. I was right there. In the center. Victor slipped his hand into mine gently. “You okay?”

I start, trying to catch myself from completely falling apart, “There is something I need to tell you.” “What do you need to tell me?” “That secret.” “The kitchen secret?” “Yes, that secret.” “Tell me I like secrets.” “Well, I have this problem.” “A problem?” “It's not really a problem.” “It's a good problem?” “Yes, something like that.” “How can a secret be a problem.” “Okay, it's just a secret.” “Are you sure?” “Sure about what?” “That the secret is a secret and not a good problem.” “You are confusing me.”

Dear Diary… Well, how can life change in the space of a year? By a crazy amount when you learn your parents lied. Or perhaps not so much lied but kept secrets from you. Secrets do nothing but make life difficult. Make life twisted and they hurt when they are finally revealed. But the secrets in the end brought me the happiness and life I was meant to have. Could the secrets have been part of the fate that led me here? Who knows? Having learned the things I have about being a werewolf, and how the beliefs are, fate plays a big part in our lives. Perhaps the path my life took was all a part of fate's plan...

And I will take that to my grave because I’d never betray my pack, and Firewolf is part of Bloodmoon. However, it let me put them in their place on secrets. The bet is likely the smallest secret these ancient males have. However, it’s the only secret that directly affects me. I have a few secrets, but I won’t share them while they lie to my face and treat me like some prize in their dumb game. “Everyone has secrets, Professor Weeber.” I pointed out. “Albert. You can call me Albert.” Albert interrupted. “That would be too personal. So, I’ll pass.” I shook my head. “And the longer one lives, the more secrets you keep. Combined, you have over a thousand years’ worth of secrets.” I shrugged as I