Secrets Plain Sight Novels & Stories

“It’s for your eyes alone.” The letter was thick, heavy, and she could feel the weight of it in her hand. The wax seal was embossed with the Moonrise sigil—an image of a wolf surrounded by a full moon—but it wasn’t the seal that caught her attention. Beneath it, there was something darker, a smudge, a thumbprint in blood. The red mark sent a cold shiver down her spine. Only certain messages, certain summons, were marked this way. A reminder of a bond that could never be ignored, no matter how much time had passed.

I couldn’t go back on my word now and started packing out the snacks and the drinks that I had gotten after laying out the blanket on a cleanish piece of forest floor under the shade of the giant tree and near enough to the flower patch so that Mary could go and pick flowers and I would still be able to see her. There had to be some way how I would have to tell her not to be too obvious in her talking or well writing in this case so that Mary doesn’t figure something out and starts getting suspicious. I had decided that I would tell her sometime next week whether on or after her birthday, but I was still planning on how exactly I was going to be breaking the news to her so as not to freak he

she tried to stop me but I was so Swift to dive into the oncoming vehicle. I got back to the restaurant that day and my mouth couldn't tell what my eyes have just seen. if only rose knew that Blake was a prince , the prince of the country for that matter who had fallen in love with my dear friend ,but my fear right now was that she was a married woman and he knew nothing about it. if Blake got to find out about Rose lying to him he would be really hot and I can't even tell the kind of punishment he will give her for doing that.

“You don’t have to tell him anything. He can see us.” My head swiped up instantly and I searched around for cameras but found none. “How is he able to see us?” I whispered to Sly, almost shoving my body into his. “Are there hidden cameras?” I got ignored again. We stopped right outside a door then Sly typed in a code. The door opened and he stepped aside and gestured for me to enter. “Have a lovely evening Ms. Shirley.”

she said softly. She continued to see blackness for a few moments, and then it slowly turned into a light brown. The brown turn brighter, transforming into yellow light. A face of a young, white male was in front of her. He had pale-blue eyes. They looked hurt – and angry. It was him. A younger version of Alec Peterson. Hands. A white hand and . . . her hand were clasped together, but something was between them. It was thick . . . bulky. “I will always care for you,” she whispered to him. He released her hand. It was a square, white jewelry box. Layla gasped as her shoulders trembled. She felt like she was going to cry – or perhaps she was crying already. She felt a tear fall down her cheek

Quietly, I asked, "Joan, do you know why I got my hands on Jonathan's riches in my previous life? Yes, my obedience played a part, but knowing all their dirt was another. "Jonathan had AIDS. His dad got it from one of Jonathan's parties as well. I never let Jonathan sleep with me in our whole marriage. When I found out about his… condition, I agreed to have an IVF baby with Jonathan to keep the Pearson bloodline running. The riches? They were for my baby. "I suggest you focus on the Pearsons. Coming after me is just going to be a waste of your precious little time." Then, I smiled, went back up the stage, and held hands with Gilbert. Our fingers were entwined.

"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

The keyboard springs up and I start to type ‘Philip, I was sick during the week and I went for a test today and I discovered I'm pregnant,’ my thumb hovers on the send icon but I start having second thoughts. With a release of breath, I delete the text and type again. ‘Philip, I'm pregnant,’ I stare at it for a while thinking about how he'll view the message and I end up deleting it too. ‘Philip, I have something to tell you but you have to promise you won't tell anyone,’ I delete the message again remembering Philip already knows a secret that he shouldn't know about me. I'm not about to test his patience or see how much he can keep a secret.

Nate replied. "I'm glad that you told me how you feel." You replied. "What about you?" Nate smiled. "Obviously, it hurt finding out what you did, but I understood why you did it, I do have feelings for you, and you're the only person who never left, my best friend who stayed with me." You replied. Nate wipes a tear from your cheek. "I've missed this." You remarked. "Me too. Let's promise never to keep secrets from each other." Nate replied.

It was simple, just a plain white sheet with hastily scrawled words: /I know your secret. And soon, so everyone else will./ I narrowed my eyes at the message, the words blurring slightly as my mind raced. My heartbeat thudded heavily in my ears. It was vague enough to leave me guessing, but the intent was crystal clear. Someone had figured it out—my past, the very thing I had worked tirelessly to bury, was clawing its way back to the surface.