Secrets Of Wysteria の小説・ストーリー

Instead, she had a fierce and intimidating aura. "Oh my god, are they playing this game of not knowing each other's backgrounds while dating, and then they slowly reveal their secrets? How exciting! Catherine is truly something. She has a special way of finding a boyfriend!" Zobber stared at Withal with a fascinated expression, but it wasn't directed at him. Withal was well aware of this. He pouted, pushing Zobber away with a look of disdain. "There must be something wrong with these women," he murmured in his mind. "They like playing the game of not knowing each other's backgrounds while dating, constantly revealing each other's secrets. Is that considered romantic? Am I getting old, or hav

So I agreed to keep the secret for a week, so that Willa could have a happy birthday without any concern for her last new moon. "It WILL happen, little one." I kissed her under her chin, "I'll tell you how to wake up your wolf when Kirsch comes back, okay?" "What does that have anything to do with Kirsch?" Willa blinked in confusion. "Everything." I muttered by her ear, trying to get her attention back to the flame inside her. But she seemed to have cooled down a bit when she heard Kirsch's name. "Where did you send him?" Willa sat up and wrapped herself in the sheet, gazing into my eyes, "You are keeping a secret from me, aren't you? The one you said you would tell me after my birthday. You

Never had I dreamed that it would come to this. Willow wants to give herself up to save Jessica and to help Xander. She also thinks she is hiding it from me. What she doesn’t realize is that Harmony communicates with Ghost the way that I wish she would communicate with me. I will not let her sacrifice herself. I don’t know how we will get out of this mess yet, but I will stop at nothing to keep her by my side. I have to find a way to keep her from making that mistake and to save Jessica or I risk losing them both.

Lily Wade made a point with the investigation he was pushing. Indeed, our Pack was keeping multiple women, the majority of whom were Omegas, in an underground hideout in one of the warehouses. After making sure everyone alive was rescued, including Mandy, Wade had to leave the pack as soon as possible. Delving into its deepest secret will never be acceptable for Alpha James. He will do everything to make Wade pay for what he has done. Our pack suffered huge financial losses after the secret was revealed to the masses.

The Vance Resurgence had made its first public move, and Wisteria would never be the same. The "invisible" operative had become the most significant person in the room, and the war for Wisteria had just entered a new, even more intriguing phase.

my voice came out breathy as I tried pushing against his chest, but the wing wrapped tighter, “Yes, I know that you are a witch.” My heart stopped beating, “How?” His grip on me released, and he took a step back. Chaos closed his eyes, and when they reopened, they were glowing gold, “Look at yourself.” My eyes widened as a soft glow moved throughout my body, just beneath the skin like blood flowing through my veins. Running a finger along the light, I could feel its hum vibrate just beneath the surface. “Elliot knows too?” my voice came out as a squeak. Chaos nodded slowly, “Your secret is safe with us.”

Her tone was not demanding, but pleading, an urgent request cloaked in gentleness. Clarisse’s fingers toyed with the stem of her glass. She did not answer at once. Her eyes drifted toward a vase of lilies perched on the counter near their table. The flowers leaned gracefully in their crystal home, their petals soft yet carrying the quiet arrogance of things too beautiful for this world. Clarisse stared at them as though searching their curved whiteness for courage. “There are,” she began slowly, “so many secrets, Amara.” Her voice was fragile, as if every word cost her something. “Secrets that breathe within the walls of our house, hiding in corners where the sun does not reach. Secrets that

"Not coming to what?" Luke Collins had come out of the shower. Droplets slid from his damp hair and vanished into the folds of his robe. The fabric clung to his frame, outlining his toned body. "It's just a party." I hurriedly ended the call, trying to avoid him and leave the balcony. 'Actually, it's my wedding,' I thought. His hand shot out, pulling me gently against him. The familiar warmth seeped through my clothes, stirring an ache in my chest. He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?"

I murmur, "just how long before that leash snaps." The secretary doesn't sit. He never does. He stands at the corner of my desk, sharp suit, sharper tongue, and just the faintest hesitation this time. That catches my attention more than anything. "But," he begins, adjusting his cufflinks, "since a few days... things seem to be spiraling. Out of hand, even." I narrow my eyes, swirling the last of my whiskey. "Speak plainly." He breathes in, then says flatly, "Caisen Valentine's secret penthouse was burned down."

“Oh…” Her voice became almost reverent. “That room.” I looked back at her. She remained silent for several long moments. Finally she whispered, “That…” “…is where every Luna of Blackstone leaves behind her greatest secrets.” She looked at me with an unreadable expression. “And no one opens it…” “…until the next Luna is truly ready.”