Shh Its A Secret Novels & Stories

"Pim! Pim!! Pim!!!" The phone beeped indicating a message. I clicked it and it read "Be ready, the game begins in 5 minutes." Immediately I read that my heart skipped and literally stopped beating for a few seconds and it took me seconds to regain myself. My lids patted, I let out a huge sigh as I prepared for the worst with confidence. The game; Can you keep a secret? Appeared on the screen.

“A game? At bedtime?” “Yep,” I said, leaning in a little closer. “It’s called the ‘Get Rid of Secrets’ game. It works like magic. You and I take turns telling a secret—something we’ve never told anyone before. It helps clear your mind so you can sleep.” Evan’s lips twitched into a hesitant smile. “That’s… a weird game.” “Maybe,” I admitted, “but it works. Want to try?” He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, but you go first.”

Proof of what he truly was. A secret Arabella must never know. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ..............................Shshhhhhhhhhhh!🤫 ******************************** TO BE CONTINUED ✨️🌸❤️

"I'll have you driven home early tomorrow before anyone could see." "This is crazy," I whispered. "Keeping it secret, pretending at work—" "I know." He kissed my temple. "But you're worth the complications. We'll figure it out as we go." I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe we could really make this work. But a small voice in my head whispered that secrets like this never stayed hidden forever. "What if someone finds out?" I asked. He was quiet for a long moment. "Then I'll handle it. I promise you, Alex—I won't let anything hurt your career."

She blurted. “That's a secret.”

“I am talking about your secret, which chairman Hewitt revealed.” “My secret that chairman Hewitt revealed?” Patricia sounded amazed. She snickered, addressing, “that isn’t a secret.” “Then what’s it?” Anna questioned. “Isn’t a secret what you don’t want others to know?” Patricia scoffed. “No, you get it wrong as always,” she corrected. “A secret isn’t what you don’t want anyone to know. It’s what you are afraid of. It’s what you are afraid of others finding out.”

“If someone tries to torture you, you have my permission to tell my secret. Outside of torture or the threat of death, I would appreciate you keeping my secret.” “Ok, then. What is your secret?” I asked curiously. Aaron glanced around the room to make sure everyone was absorbed in their own conversations and wasn’t looking at us. Satisfied, he pulled me into a corner and lifted one of his pants legs. “See these socks? I wear them as a secret f--- you to events like this.” “That doesn’t make any sense. They are basic black socks.” “Oh, but are they? Are you sure?”

He was waiting for my relationship with Damon to crash and burn. "I really don't have a choice, but it’s going to be awkward from now on, and she won’t even understand why." I smiled, shaking my head. "Well, it will be a secret. Everyone has secrets." "Trust me, I know everyone has secrets." He stared at me. There was an underlying message.

"That's the part I can't get past. You didn't tell me." "Because I knew you would react like this" Bella said. "Cold and distant and acting like I betrayed you when all I did was keep one secret to protect the peace between us." "One secret" I repeated. "One secret destroyed everything Bella. Don't you see that. One secret is all it takes." I stood up. I needed to get out of this room. Needed air. Needed space to think without her looking at me with those guilty eyes.

Seb finally says. "Name it." I swallow. "You play Cold Secrets with me." *** Cold Secrets. The sadistic game that Seb invented when we were kids, in one of our almost daily trips to the 7/11 near our school. The rules are simple. We each drink a Slurpee and try to stop a brain freeze and whoever’s unsuccessful at it tells the other person a secret. The first time I played it, my migraine didn't stop for days and I vowed to never let him talk me into it again. Obviously, since I just agreed at doing it with him again now, I have failed my past self.