Taisho Era Secrets Novels & Stories

The flash drive sat on Damien's desk like a loaded weapon. Isabella stood beside him, her arms crossed, her eyes fixed on the small piece of plastic that contained the secrets of Sebastian's empire. Alexander had given it to her with trembling hands, his voice barely a whisper. Everything is on here. The properties, the accounts, the people he paid off. Use it wisely. Damien hadn't touched it. Hadn't looked at it. Hadn't spoken since she told him what his grandfather had confessed.

I inquired, puzzled by his expression. "I thought you were going to show me the dress you were selecting," he said, his tone filled with curiosity. I offered a small smile and explained, "Well, I know this isn't the wedding we all had in mind, but it's happening nonetheless. I want to honor some of the traditions and one of them is that the groom can't see the bride's wedding dress before the wedding." Understanding dawned in Sebastian's eyes, and he nodded with a warm smile. "Of course, I respect that.”

Maverick announced and everyone including Tia shouted happily. They lived happily ever after. THE End

The serviteur answered. The hooded figure bowed and closed the door. Meanwhile, on the beach, a small fleet of boats loaded with sacks of soil crossed the Unknown Sea under the guise of fishing boats. As soon as they were visible from the other side of the shores, hooded figures ran to the beach and signalled them to where to dock and unload. As soon as the boats have docked. Hooded figures loaded the sacks of soil to large wheelbarrows where they hid them in a secret bunker beneath the house. The previous serviteur oversaw the transaction as all of the ships had properly unloaded every last sack and left immediately to avoid detection.

~DAMON AND ELISHA~ "How did things work out with you and your girlfriend?" Elisha asked over the phone, speaking to Damon. He didn’t understand why he had picked up the phone when he saw her name on the called I.D. If he were smart he’d be avoiding any unnecessary conversations with her. After all, she was the other woman. She was a secret that no one could find out about. Damon took a deep breath. Should he be letting her into his personal life?

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.

She asks, referring to our lives five years ago "No hidden secrets" THE END.

Recently, a shocking piece of news went round the East Continent with the speed of an inferno ravaging the prairie and reached the other continents in just a few days. No one knew who spread the rumor that an extraordinary treasure from the previous Cultivation Era was about to appear in Wuyin Monastery. The treasure was said to contain the secret to the destruction of the last era. Some even said that those who obtain the treasure would get the world, command the outstanding heroes of the world, and demand absolute loyalty from them.

Ember Hills wasn’t exactly inviting when it came to strange couriers. The bird cocked its head and presented its leg. The seal wrapping the scroll was black wax embossed with a sigil I committed to memory long before I understood language. My mother’s calling card. Isolde Nerezza. My hands didn’t tremble when I broke it open. If they hadn’t, that would have concerned me more. The lettering underneath was encrypted, wrapped in ancient vampiric code language and political slang meant to bore anyone who wasn’t meant to see it. Trade negotiations. Whispers in Council. Simple releases of clerical oversight. Words that to me spelled out screaming.