Secrets We Keep Language Novels & Stories

he gave me the pitiful look, stopping halfway, in his words. “I know. I mean, they kept it a secret from me, which is quite unnerving.” I blabbered out, rolling some more papers. “Yeah, but that might not be point.” Cole said. “What is then?” “This might sound scandalous but when people keep secrets, they mostly have a reason for doing so.” Cole retorted, with a serious look in his green nerdy eyes. He was giving me that genius Albert Einstein look, once more. “What exactly are you insinuating, bestie?” I dived immediately, asking him with a light smile. I then stretched a bit, before reaching for some candies.

"Remember, discretion is paramount. We operate in the shadows, where secrets thrive and destinies unfold. Keep your purpose hidden, and let no one discover our intentions." The line went dead, leaving me alone in the silence of my room. The weight of the conversation settled upon me, and the realization of the power I held in my hands coursed through my veins. A new chapter had begun, filled with intrigue, secrecy, and an unyielding commitment to see it through.

She asked her mother who chuckled. “ Gerald is under my nails honey, his precious secrets lie here with me,” she said holding her chest as she smiled. “ what’s this secret that you don’t want to share with me?” She asks for Martha to smile. “When a secret is more than two people then it’s no secret honey. Just don’t worry, that alone is our key to getting whatever we want from him.” She said for Kayla to smile.

Kyra is devastated by the news and doesn't know what to do. Kyra decides to confront Veronica with the results of the DNA test, but on a second thought she decides not to. Kyra knows that revealing the truth could destroy her brother's chance of becoming king and cause chaos in the palace. She decides to keep the secret to herself and not tell anyone, not even her brother. From that day on, Kyra makes a vow to herself to always prioritize the truth no matter what. She knows that keeping secrets can have serious consequences and she doesn't want to be responsible for causing any harm to her family or the palace.

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."

She leaned in close to whisper to me. “I don’t really like for people to know,” she said and I nodded my head. It wasn’t my place to judge others and we were still friends no matter long we hadn’t talked for, so I respected her wishes and never spoke a word about it to anyone else. “I can keep a secret,” I whispered back as we indulged ourselves in a conversation about the series.

"Not all people can be rich. Well, mind me, we are both middle class girls, we are not like that rich asshole, Sasha, who would give up her enlarged p*ssy for some dollars," "Should I come pick you up or vice versa?" Shelby asked. Paige looked at the deserted road and sighed softly. "Come pick me up. No taxi over here," "Great! I will be there in 10 minutes, and I will be sure bit to ruin my mani's. They are so precious to me," Shelby muttered taking a look at her coloured fingernails. "Just be here," **** "Sir, this are the documents," his secretary gave him the documents for the arrival of the new food industry,"

He wasn't the type to bring things up, and neither are you. Alice stared right at me. "The sentence in his letter—'I never said a kind word to you in my entire life'—it works the same way in reverse. You never said a single kind word to him in your entire life, either. "The two of you kept the most important words bottled up inside, until one ended up in the grave and the other in a living nightmare." My phone buzzed. I glanced at it. It was Mason. After a couple of seconds of hesitation, I answered.

The words shouldn’t have landed the way they did. Soft. Heavy. Real. They hung in the air between us, turning on themselves like smoke, curling around ribs that had never quite righted themselves the way they should. Evelina stood there like she hadn’t just handed me a weapon, because that was what a secret was. One left unfiled. Unclaimed. Undefined. One no one else could take from her. I should’ve told her to leave. Right then. Should’ve said what I had to say to push her away for good. But instead, I asked, “Do you want to?”

“I would be happy if you keep this between us. We don't want anyone knowing that I had imprinted on you. We can easily be a target now, that I have realized. I mean, I was actually Poisoned. “ I turned to him not believing what he was saying right now. “You aren't bothered by how this affects me, Marcel. You are more worried about what people would think and what danger is coming? Have you thought about how this affects me? You are ashamed of me? And you think I am in danger just by speaking out?” I breathed. Short of words as he lingered at the edge of the bathroom entrance. I stood up, walking past him and leaving the room for him. Deep down, I wanted him to stop me, to at least come for m