Spellman Family Secret Novels & Stories

She knew exactly what I was thinking. I nodded. "Yeah. Uncle's always been good to me. I feel awful about betraying him like this." She smiled softly and said, "That's why neither of us will ever breathe a word about this. I don't want him to know either. From now on, we act like always. Nothing too close." A moment later, the front door clicked open. Uncle must be back. My aunt hurriedly threw on her clothes and climbed off my bed. I sat at my desk, pretending to work on my homework. She stood beside me, patiently guiding me through the problems.

Liza, on the other hand, was totally confused. Garland quickly turned to Debra for help. She figured that it must be Fermin. Unwilling to expose anything in front of Edgar, she chimed in, "He already told me, but I need your confirmation. Edgar, what is the secret?" Edgar sneered, "This is pathetic. The Four Great Families don't even know their own treasure." Erica's fists clenched. "Want me to rip that mouth of yours?" Randy tugged her back. "Chill. Beat him up after he talks."

He would return home every evening and drown himself in alcohol, barely speaking to anyone. One afternoon, Liam came home from school to find their house in complete disarray. Furniture was overturned, picture frames shattered, and his mother was kneeling on the floor, trembling. He had never seen her like that before—so small, so defeated. He rushed to her side, demanding to know what had happened. It was then that he learned the truth: their uncles, furious over their father’s impending succession, had stormed into the house, making it clear that they would not accept Spencer as the heir to the Walton fortune.

“Lake house. All four of us. No phones, no work. Just family.” My stomach plummeted. A whole weekend trapped together. No escape. No secrets left to hide behind. The games were over. And the real danger was only beginning.

The smile froze on Mia's face before she asked cautiously, "Did you two get into another fight? Tell me what happened. I'll straighten her out for you." Watching her pat her chest defensively for me made my eyes sting. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Cynthia had secretly had a child with her ex-husband and kept it from me for five whole years. Right then, the ward door swung open. A little boy came bursting into the room. It took me only a second to recognize him as Theo. Sure enough, Cynthia walked in right behind him. "Granny! Mommy and I came to see you!" Mia's face instantly lit up. She pulled Theo into her arms, showering him with kisses. "My sweet boy, it's been so l

Angela shouted, closing the suitcase again and shoving it before Gilberd. "Especially Uncle. Uncle has no right to keep all this when the head of the family is already there, "cried Gilbert. "All of this is yours, Angela. So save it!" Dareen exclaimed. Angela looked at Regan, and Regan nodded his head. "The other wealth is in a secret room, which is the big vault of this family. And the key is with you, which is the symbol of the key to the Gonemanus family," Gilberd exclaimed.

my mother said, something bitter entering her tone, “this family simply has a long, exhausting history of keeping devastating secrets from the people who deserve honesty most.” I understood her frustration completely, the echo of everything we had already endured, my father’s hidden cooperation with Jasmine, Vanessa’s concealed relationship with Daniel, Diane’s elaborate five-year conspiracy. Another layer of secrecy, however well-intentioned, felt like salt poured directly into wounds that hadn’t yet finished healing. We arrived home to find my father waiting anxiously, having grown worried during our extended absence. Once we had explained everything, he studied the ancient book with obvio

And sort of nice. Because while the world outside kept whispering and pointing, in my house Cole could breathe. One night after dinner, Mom leaned across the table at him. “You’re staying focused on your schoolwork, right? Your aunt called me.” Cole blinked like she’d caught him stealing cookies. “Uh… yeah. Trying.” “Trying’s good,” Mom said. “But remember, effort shows. Your aunt sounds serious about that scholarship.” He nodded, chewing on his lip. I kicked his foot under the table—our secret code for don’t stress.

We used black magic to do it and now it's like we are about to get caught up in family drama. We thought that we were being helpful, especially since Elena practically begged me to do it. I don't know why she feels like she has to save the whole world when we already have so many problems of our own. Gianna is keeping a secret, one that she doesn't want her family to know about, I don't know why but I know that she is hiding something. When we did the spell for her, I could feel the old magic flowing through us, the spell we broke was strong, time does that. We are still at Giana's place and we still haven't gotten the Grimoire.

Was she giving them to me, to wear? "Hold it, Miss Petrov." Something has changed in her eyes. They were harder, threatening. No way in hell was I going to touch those shoes, and as if she read she mind, she muttered almost in a whisper. "Christopher Adams, he is an interesting little boy, isn't he?" My heart stopped. "What the fuck did you say?" Helen corked her head to the side and smiled, a slow, knowing venomous smile, "Oh, Katya, you just don't know how this works, do you? Did you think that changing his surname would protect your son against the Secretary of the State?"