Shh Its A Secret Novels & Stories

"She’s not." "Is she a minor?" "You idiot! You know that’s illegal. Besides, I have never been attracted to women who are significantly younger than I am. "Then why the big secret?" "Just because. I’ll tell you when it’s time.” “What do you mean, 'when it’s time'?” “Just… when it’s time.” "So is 'Secret' the reason you're leaving early? Are you already under her spell?"

“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.”

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.

His shouting at me caught me off-guard, for he never raised his voice like that. Why do I feel like there's a big secret that I must unravel in that place?

A girl can dream. I flash my I.D. badge at the desk security guard, who no doubt believes he actually works for a porn warehouse, and make my way to the back of the building, past aisles and aisles of storage boxes of smut. At the very back of the warehouse is a standard bookshelf lined with DVD’s. I look for the current secret video—Jurassic Puss, tagline: ‘Life finds a way . . . to cum’—and pull it from the shelf, triggering the mechanism which opens up the secret door leading down to the subterranean building which is the true heart of T.H.E.M.’s operations.

It was her voice that broke her reminiscing moment. ‘Oh my goodness you are blushing Emma!’Trish exclaimed, ‘Care to share who or what is behind all that and that smile…hmmm…someone has got a secret.’ Emma giggled, if it was any other guy she would have told her all about it but this was to be her secret. She was glad none of her friends were aware that she was spending a night out and she planned to keep it that way. ‘What can I say, its good to get lost in dreamland once in a while, you see in there you have a perfect guy, your kisses are sweet you lovemaking passionate and______________’ before she could finish Trish’s contagious laughter interrupted her and she found herself laughing alo

He had placed the small knife on my lips. "Just hear each and every word I say," he said in a deep tone, which made a shiver run down through my spine. "What you saw, shall be kept a secret. Not a single soul shall learn about it and if by mistake, you have a slip of tongue, consider yourself dead. I will make you dig your grave and bury you alive under gunpoint."

“For example, how did you get yourself off the streets? Did you go to college? If yes, what did you major in? What do you do? What’s your passion? Who the hell are you?” “I got off the streets by doing a lot of bad things. Things I don’t want to confess to you right now. Things that would probably make you turn around and walk away.” He frowned and let out a long breath. “Things that are supposed to be secrets that would get me in trouble with powerful people if they knew you knew. Things that are labeled Top Secret by US authorities.” I hadn’t been expecting that response, just more avoidance. Secrets. Powerful people. Trouble. Okay. Top Secret. Holy shit.