Secrets Of Wyoming Novel Novels & Stories

"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

A short synopsis for Secrets: Past Unveiled. After leaving behind her hometown in Ohio, Kahlan had hope for normalacy. New place. New friends. New life. She was wrong. Her murderous ex boyfriend, Ryan Wingo, was the one thing that she wanted to leave behind, but when he shows up unexpectedly, Kahlan is forced to face her past. Her life is forever altered, in more ways than one. Questions arise. Is she able to handle the truth or will the ghosts of the past bring her down once and for all?

Vanessa says to Lani sarcastically. “I never said they could, but you can’t deny it’s a little weird that we follow the tracks all the way here and find a wolf hating symbol burnt into a tree?” I roll my eyes at their bickering. Girls were so dramatic sometimes. I walk back over to the rock and lean against it waiting for them to finish when it suddenly rolls out from beneath me and I fall on my ass. The rock sliding behind a nearby tree and revealing a hidden pathway just wide enough for a van to pass through.

She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she’d lolled around naked in bed with a hot man, just talking. That’s because this is a first. Wouldn’t Kane be shocked to know that? So tell him. No. She’d come across…pathetic, probably. “You must be awful good at keepin’ secrets.” “Comes with the territory of my job. Now that I’ve told you my biggest secret, let’s hear some of yours.” “Nothin’ to tell. I’m just a simple Wyoming rancher.” Was his tone a little testy? “You’ve never been married?”

He studied me carefully, his eyes searching mine as though he could see straight through every wall I had built. “I mean…” he paused, then added quietly, “your wolf.” I blinked, completely thrown off. “My… wolf?” For a second, I had thought he was asking about the children, and now the weight of everything I was hiding pressed down on me all at once. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to steady myself, but the truth remained heavy in my chest. I was keeping too many secrets from him. "You still don't have it?" he asked. My wolf stirred in my mind, her voice pressing harder this time. Tell him, Chiara. He is our mate. He deserves to know.

The only sound left in the room was his heavy, rhythmic breathing. Suddenly, the cabin door slid open. Stevie was back, and his presence seemed to shatter the odd tension in the room. I scrambled to my feet, grabbed a change of clothes from my bag, and headed for the restroom. … There wasn't much to do on the train, so after dinner, we all turned in early. The walls in the cabin were thin, and it wasn't long before an argument broke out in the neighboring cabin. The noise woke Faye, and she insisted on swapping bunks with Gaston, claiming the upper bunk would be quieter.

It can't be that Wyatt had a big, pitiful secret that's related to the prison, can it? Wyatt's thumb gently reached out to pry away my assaulted lower lip. “Let's go in.” He calmly said and picked up my right hand before he began to lead me in. I repeatedly stole looks at Wyatt to observe him, and soon I realized that he seemed nothing other than fine, unlike someone who wanted to reveal a secret, which baffles me. Suddenly, it clicked, making me stunned. What if the reason Wyatt brought me here was because he had already found my secret and had already prepared for my six feet deep?

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

"But the work's not done. The secrets are still buried. The ones who thought they were clever enough to escape—they're next." His arms tightened around her. "And then?" "And then we keep going." She pressed a kiss to his skin. "Until there's nothing left to hide." Outside, the city slept, unaware of the power shifts occurring in its midst. But in that room, two wolves held each other and knew that whatever came next, they would face it together. The wolves were in panic. The old guard was crumbling. And the secrets were about to be unveiled.