Secrets We Keep Language Novels & Stories

It was just like old times but with kids present. Secret made me get abused my my own aunt, Secret made Catherine my best friend, Secret made Kendall close to me, Secret made me cry for almost losing Josh and made me realize how important he is to me, Secret made my relationship with Axel stronger, Secret reunited me with my dad, Secret made our bond stronger. Secret made us. Even though there is not a crime, there is not a trick, there is not a swindle, there is not a vice which does not live by secrecy, I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that break and made me. It's all about the Secret behind my inheritance.

I fear not the vastness of the open, but the suffocating darkness that conceals what I should know. -Unknown. |K I R I L L| There's no denying it—she's concealing something, and I'm certain of it. It could be a seemingly innocent secret she's embarrassed about, or it might be as trivial as harboring ill intentions. Either way, it poses a potential danger. Secrets wield a certain level of risk, especially when they involve others.

I took a deep breath, arguing would only make things more difficult for us, “It’s okay if you are confused, we are humans, we are allowed to be confused, but when your confusion takes too long, then it becomes annoying.” I was genuinely tired of this hide-and-seek that was going on, “I will give you time to think about what you really want, not for Sheila, not for me, but for yourself, and I will be waiting for you with open hands, no matter what you decide.”

SUMMARY I have a secret. I’m in love with my best friend, but I’ve never told her. Sharing feelings is right up there with all-time terrible things. Instead of saying it, I show her how I feel every day. I watch Big Brother with her. We have scary movie night. I hold her hair when she’s puking. That’s love in my books. Only…she’s not been the same recently, and I don’t know how to fix it. I hope she knows I'd do anything for her.

And we were back to it. Another day of lies. Another day of pretending. Another day of wishful glances, discreet smiles, and banter with an underlying meaning only we understood. Another day I had to remind myself that we choose this. We choose to be secret and not tell Jack. I was just not sure how much longer we could keep it this way. Someone will find out eventually no matter how careful we are. Hell, Kayle and Leila were already halfway there.

Leonard must have figured me out by now. He knew I was the type who acted shy on the outside but had secret desires underneath. After a few moments of teasing, he pulled me into another round, and we kept going until we were both completely worn out. When I was ready to leave, he insisted that I did not put my underwear back on. He said he wanted to keep it as a souvenir. I did not want to, but I could not argue with him, so I just did what he said. My stockings were already torn, so I could not wear those either. I took them off and went home wearing only my skirt.

I was out of breath the moment I finished talking. “O my goodness, relax, Scarr. I brought you here because I was going to pay for it. You didn't have to explain all those stories to me,” she chuckled. “You’re my best friend, and I would do anything to protect your secret. We live in a scary society where people judge a lot. I don't want you to go through all that, especially with how Ethan is,” she said, a gentle grin spreading across her face. “Thanks, Vee,” I muttered, feeling my cheeks flush. Then we walked back to Tyler.

After that, she took my hand and pulled me into the kitchen while mumbling words of gratitude. The kitchen was dimly lit. Almost immediately, I could feel chills running down my spine. At that moment, I had the urge to flee from the house. Mrs. Hackett sat me down on a stool before taking a seat next to me. She murmured into my ear, "Run, lassie. Quick, escape." Those words were spoken in proper Anglanish. I was rendered shell-shocked by the warning. I was about to ask Mrs. Hackett what was going on when I saw her pouring out some warm water from the thermos flask.

I asked. " How long do you plan to keep your mouth shut?" He asked. " What do you mean?" I was confused. " what is it that you're trying to guard by going this far? Tell me with your mouth." He said again. " You and Willam, what are you two hiding?" He asked. How did he know we... I pushed him off me and walked straight to the zebra crossing where the bus stop was. I did something crazy. " Everyone! Everyone! Listen up!" When I got everyone's attention I continued.

“It’s not hard to give the police a scapegoat so they don’t look further than we want them to.” Violet stared at him, understanding the full magnitude of what he was saying. “So this is done often?” He cringed again. “Not exactly, but sometimes we’ve had to… paint a narrative to keep our secret safe. It’s not something I or the alpha like to do. He doesn’t like unnecessary killing. Life is precious after all.” “Right,” Violet said, though part of her stomach remain knotted at the implications. “So why is this odd. Maybe he thought a clean-up was better than a break-in.”