The Heroines Secret Novels & Stories

"Lyra... shhh... sorry... I didn't mean to make you cry with my questions... It's just that..." “Bien… I should be asking you those questions… if you only know the things I’ve done in the past… all the things I did because of curiosity... what I needed to do to salvage my ex-husband’s mistakes… to protect my parents… to keep what I had left…I don’t think…" Hero’s response was to kiss her midway her crying and her confessions… Because he couldn’t admit to his own secrets regarding her. At least, not right now...

she looks so cute with her shyness. Why do my sexy beast looks so beautiful in this midnight today???? "Aiden stop....!!!!tsk tsk...."She whisper yelled at me. But I didn't stop because i can't. I want to feel the warmth of her lips and taste it. She closed her eyes and tried to turn back but i grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards me. **************** Lara's POV

She had always been a straight forward person, she does not like to pretend, she says things the way she feels and she understand that is the reason some people call her too forward, now she had to live by lies to save herself and her marriage. How she wished she never met her! If only she had not offer to help! But how come she know her secret! A mistake! Her regrets! And now she is using it against me! When I am already being punished for it already! Oh, I have shared a meal with the devil! She sighed again… and was brought back to the present by the tap on her shoulder by her husband. “You are lost again… you didn’t even reply to my questions.” He said and she looked at him.

Not as my mate, or as Valen’s daughter, but as someone standing on the edge of a cliff, refusing to jump just because I asked. “This is why I can’t be your mistress, Alec. I’m not doing secrets. I’m not going to hide in some safehouse while your child is being born, while your Luna plots my death. I’d rather not be marked at all.” I opened my mouth to speak, but she wasn’t done. “It’s all or nothing. Because secret love leads to shadow wars. I’ve seen enough blood in my life—I won’t be the reason for more.” Her voice didn’t shake.

Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"

“Alright. I’ll do it.” Grammy reached across the table, resting her weathered hand over Chelsea’s. “Thank you, dear heart. This stays between us for now. Not even Cheyenne can know. Not yet.” Chelsea nodded. “Understood.” Outside, a wind stirred the trees—gentle but uneasy. And inside that small, magical bubble of quiet, a young mother and an ancient witch began the first chapter of a secret war—one that would change everything if they weren’t careful. *Meanwhile*

There was no one else that was a gay that she was aware of. She blinked as she resumed her steps like she had not heard what Ashley just said. She input the code although feeling Six pairs of eyes on her. "Door Unlocked." She pulled the door open and stepped in almost immediately. Once the door had successfully locked, she sighed. Until when would she have to keep this up? It was hard keeping secrets from Ashley especially with her being her best friend and all. She stepped into the dark room with another sigh as she moved to her bed. She pulled out her phone to check the time. The whole room was illuminated by the screen and the time said "1:08am"

The things that she could say… And if people knew how she had come to learn their secrets, she would be feared, and the witch trials were an example of what people did to women who knew too much. F-k, she thought shaking her head. Nope, it wasn’t an option. “I’m not the only one in this town with secrets,” she reminded him, aiming her barbs for his vulnerabilities, seeking to drive him back by poking him where he was sore. “Where is mummy this weekend?” He looked away. “Everyone has secrets.” “Precisely, and let’s leave them just like that. As secrets.”

I watch him leave, amused and slightly bemused. As I sip my wine, contemplating my cousin’s mysterious crush, I feel a sudden urge to visit the washroom. Getting inside the washroom, I encounter a tall, muscular woman with long hair obscuring her face. Her presence is imposing, yet she seems to cower as if hiding from something. I pay her little mind as I go about my business and pee, but after I finish, I notice her again. Her rough appearance and the way she struggles to stand catch my attention. She looks terrified, her face hidden behind her hair, and I feel a pang of concern.

I step further. Next to Diana is another figure. Taller. Darker. Wrapped in shadows and swirling smoke. Her eyes are blindfolded with silk, yet I feel them watching me. Her skin gleams obsidian, marked with ancient runes. In one hand, she holds a torch that burns with violet fire. In the other, a serpent. Hecate. Goddess of the crossroads. Magic. Witches. Keeper of all things hidden and forbidden. I move forward slowly, silver flames rippling around my paws, burning brighter with each step.