Secrets Of A Small Town の小説・ストーリー

“Get your stuff ready; you're moving in tonight. Camilla will put you through everything you need to know in advance.” Camilla walked over to Emily and snatched the file from her. Pulling the handle of the door, Rex immediately remembered something. “Ah! One more thing—until this is over, nothing about me goes to the media. Understood?” Emily nodded. Rex walked out, leaving Emily staring at the closed door. She hadn't noticed Camilla leaning by the wall next to her, with her arms folded. “Well, well, well… let's see how long you last.”

“I’m not going to break that agreement just so you can see if he’s sexy or not.” “How did you know that was my intention?” Adam said in fake surprise. “Because I already have a grasp on your personality,” Becca replied. “I would also suggest you all get back to work instead of trying to work out a way to see Damien Black.” As always, everyone stopped talking and returned to work. Zach continued his editing of the story he had been given. He could see it doing well. The female main character was secretly the daughter of a millionaire and the male character was a private detective looking for her. He had learnt that birth secrets were popular in stories.

"Don't say I didn't offer. What are we going with?" "I say truth," Law states. Jeremiah and Jackson nod and Ezekiel reaches into the bowl. He unfolds the paper, smiles when he reads what's on it. "What in your web browser would be embarrassing if someone saw it?" he reads. "Okay, guess I'll go first. Um, I have a folder in my bookmarks bar titledHands." We all burst out laughing. "What the hell does that even mean?" Laury asks. "Hey, hey. I just had to tell the truth. Not explain."

I swear that’s all they spend their free time doing. “I’m on it,” I grumble and stalk upstairs. I look out from the beautiful view of the house , is a quaint little resort town. The houses here are expensive, for the most part, and utterly charming. The weather here is spectacular, and it’s a hot tourist draw. There is definitely a sense of community here, as there is in small towns. The population is under eleven thousand here. A person would think that would make it hard to hide, but it’s not true. At least, Granny and I haven’t found that to be the case.

It was a quiet place—too quiet, Tatiana thought—as she made her way home from the apothecary, basket swinging lightly in her gloved hand. She liked the quiet. Or at least, she had told herself she did. But lately, it had begun to feel less like peace and more like suffocation. Viremoor was the kind of town where secrets were buried deeper than the graves that lined the northern ridge. The townsfolk were polite, distant, and never out past nightfall. They smiled with closed lips and spoke in whispers near the chapel. And everyone—everyone—pretended not to notice that she didn't bleed.

Apparently it also helped that Marla wasn’t exactly clueless about the town either. Small towns with supernatural populations always worked the same way. The humans either knew or they knew enough not to ask questions. Marla definitely knew ,Not everything obviously but humans rarely survived long knowing everything. But she knew enough and she had absolutely been there the night Kael practically laid claim on me in front of half the damn town. Gods. What an unnecessarily dramatic evening that had been. The bell above the diner door jingled again, letting in a rush of cold morning air and more customers escaping the rain outside filtered in laughing softly amongst themselves, shaking umbrell

CHAPTER 12 Lords of fireflies, stars, and light, who will keep the worls from death? Who will stop the coming night? Blue eyes, blue eyes, have the sight."― Madeleine L'Engle The small town I grew up in was strict, and its people were always rather cruel that even Papa grew stern as we grew up. Living in a small community that was full of secrecy and hypocrisy was as though being in a horror movie whose leading actors happen to be the people and their shameless talk. They were insufferable, and had made our lives insufferable too.

It sounds like two hungry animals are fighting for dominance. Cautiously, I took two slow steps towards that noise and witnessed that Rakesh and Emiem were kissing, hungrily. I don't know whether to be happy nor sad. Why him? Of all people why him? How the hell he got that syringe? Not wanting to reveal myself there, I turned my back and headed back to my cabin. The only source I have with mine is "The Hidden Secrets" and I have read it many times but couldn't able to find any new things as some of the words on pages 14 and 15 were a blur as someone caused this purposely.

Because he was sure she was lying. The little things gave her away — the way she fumbled with the shower knob as if she’d never used one, the hesitation before touching the phone as though it were alien to her, the overly rehearsed story about coming from a rural area. People from rural towns might lack certain luxuries, but her ignorance felt too absolute. It wasn’t poverty he sensed in her... it was secrecy. That secrecy worried him. If she was hiding something, it wasn’t something small. And Daniel had learned long ago that people who hid big things could bring big trouble.

"Everyone goes west. Cops know it. Vipers too." "East then," Maya said. "Florida maybe. Lots of people. Easy to hide." "Florida's hot and sticky," Dominic said. "Got better?" Maya asked. Dominic thought. "North. Maine maybe. Vermont. Rural. Small towns. People don't bother you." "Cold though," Maya said. "Cold beats dead," Dominic said. "True," Maya said. "North then." Picked a town. Random. Looked it up. Small. Under five thousand people. No big roads. Middle of nowhere.