Secrets Novel Novels & Stories

Navaeh mumbled looking at her white duvet. "Yeah sure." Ashley snorted. "That's so unladylike!" "That's so unladylike!" Both Zaire and Navaeh yelled suddenly and Ashely blinked at them. Zaire and Navaeh looked at each other before immediately looking away. "Anyways, spill." "Spill what? Beans? Have you heard of that adage? Spill the beans..." "Don't. Just don't." "Oh okay." Navaeh replied looking down at her fingers. "Say, it Neve. Your secret is safe with us."

he leaned in slowly to glance inside, but Connor was already pushing the door in, shifting it off it's hinges "Hello?' he called out loudly with his usual reserve, which was none. Koin rolled his eyes a bit but fallowed him in. The place was empty. No couch or chair. Just some dirty clothes and dishes in the kitchen. Was she..washing clothes in the sink? He was amazed to be in her space like this..where she lived but..there was nothing here, no pictures, no books. Just a bed and some blankets. He knew it was hers by the smell and he wandered into her bedroom tentatively, as if the wrong step in her empty home might upset her. That's when he noticed, the closet floor. a perfect square had bee

I stepped in line with him, but Lucifer shook his head. "I am actually going to need Loss, and Josie to go find the book. My brothers and I will be on the battlefield cleaning up this mess. You have to hurry though. Anymore of these strange signs existing, the closer she is to coming back on earth." Lucifer said, as he disappeared in a burst of flames. Loss grabbed my hand, as we blinked out of existence. When we come to, we're in the southern area of the world. Antartica. The place where all the secrets are frozen.

“I’m not. I want this score just as much as you guys. I put my dream house up for sale for this.” “And the boyfriend?” “Like I told you and Anthony a month ago, as soon as the house sells, I’m moving in here and fading away from the people I know. I’m expecting an offer any day now.” “I hope it happens sooner than later, to be honest. All three of us are keeping this secret from Bobbi. The reason why BAAM works is because we are all transparent with each other.” “Well, it won’t be a problem in a month or so. How is everything on your end going?”

Reveal your flaws from time to time. Tell them a secret. Let them know that you like them. According to Maria she did not have any flaws plus she could not just tell him anything related to her and she was not even sure to tell him that she actually liked him. "Is there something on your mind, you are acting weird since last night?" Noah went to sit beside her, who was into her own world. "Oh... there's something, but I can't tell you now." Noah nodded his head as a slight pout made its way to his mouth.

Skylar just lost her biggest supporter in life just when she was about to set off for college. She is set on her last scavenger hunt from her sister to unravel secrets that were taken to the grave. Join her on finding out the truth about the one person she admired in life.

My feelings for this woman right here, will never change. "You look so beautiful and radiant" I compliment, causing her to blush. "Thank you" "Are you back for good?" I question, hoping she's not going to leave again. "Yes, I am" I kiss her again, deeper this time, relishing in the oh-so-familiar taste of my wife's mouth. It feel like fucking ages since I kissed her, and I can't wait to make love to her, and when I start, I won't stop. "No hidden secrets?" She asks, referring to our lives five years ago "No hidden secrets" THE END.

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!"

“They reveal the motives, the manipulations, the betrayals I’ve endured… and the ones I’ve committed, consciously or otherwise.” Elena’s pulse quickened. Secrets had always been the currency of their lives, shaping actions, creating distance, and fostering misunderstandings. Tonight, the promise of transparency stirred a cautious hope within her. She moved closer, examining the files, each labeled carefully: Marcus Blackwell, Vivienne Roth, Julian Crane, Elena Harper—her name alone igniting a complex mix of anxiety and anticipation.

“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?”