The Romantics Secrets That You Keep Novels & Stories

"I’ll be right back!" As soon as she left, Nathan grabbed my arm and pulled me into the empty garden. His brows furrowed, eyes filled with reprimand. "Sienna, what are you trying to do?" I rubbed my sore eyes, my voice calm but firm. "I should be asking you that, Nathan. Today is our third anniversary. Are you still planning on keeping our relationship a secret?" Nathan was caught off guard. He hesitated for a moment, then awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "I’ve been really busy lately. Let’s talk about this later."

“Don’t flatter yourself. I only hold what’s mine so no one else dares look at it.” “Hmm.” She tapped her lip as though considering. “And here I thought you wanted to keep me hidden, locked away like some dirty little secret.” Roman stepped closer, his hand braced against the wall beside her head. His proximity stole the space, his scent, sharp, clean, intoxicating, pressing into her senses. “Secrets are for men who are afraid,” he murmured. “I’m not afraid, Elena. I’m making sure the world knows exactly who belongs to me.”

The secretary reappeared, hovering in the doorway. "Can I get you anything, sir?" she asked, her voice dripping with sweetness, batting her eyes flirtatiously. Sophia noticed her gaze lingering on Luke and cleared her throat, her tone firm. "Thank you, Em. But, that would be all." Reluctantly, the secretary left, closing the door softly behind her. Luke's intense gaze never shifted from Sophia. "Where's Luna?" His deep voice sent shivers down her spine. Sophia's expression turned cold, her jaw locked. "What do you want with her, Luke?" Her voice was laced with contempt.

If I were the one who abandoned a schedule just to be delayed for no reason, I would be more than agitated. “This is the reason I stayed too long outside,” I pointed at Sean to justify my delay. In the process of trying to defend myself and satisfy Marcus's curiosity, I end up complicating things. “I don't understand. What has he got to do with your lateness?” Marcus asked with a hint of confusion. “He's a secret spy sent by someone. Probably my rival CEOs,” I revealed to Marcus despite the absence of valid proof. I would have loved to say I was wrong, but the expression on Sean's face sparked numerous controversies.

Mary remained resolute, her head nodding in defiance, seemingly immune to thе sincerity in my words. "If you love me, you won't keep secrets from me," Mary asserted, and in a desperate attempt to convey my sincerity, I placed my hand on her lap, locking eyes with an intensity that sought to communicate thе truth. "I never kept any secrets from you, and I never will," I vowed, thе weight of my words echoing in thе confined space.

over every fucking thing. That’s why I said yes when my friend Marisol texted me about this rooftop thing in Bushwick, it wasn’t some random bar night. It was one of those invite-only lesbian parties the girls in the know whisper about, the ones with the password at the door and the guest list that gets passed around in DMs. They call it “Siren” and it happens like twice a summer. Everyone’s hot, everyone’s queer, and nobody’s pretending they’re there to network.

“Try me.” His tone was not playful. He meant it. It made something strange move in my chest. Something warm. Something I did not want to deal with right now. I looked away. “What if they know something,” I whispered. “What if this is about… the real reason I am here.” Ronan’s jaw tightened just a little. He did not look surprised. He had known from the start that I was hiding something big. But he also knew not to push too hard. “You have secrets,” he said quietly. “You can keep them. But I will not let anyone take them from you.”

"Relax, we're just pretending, remember?" He didn't reply, just watched me with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me, into the part of me that was starting to get lost in our performance. The cameras flashed, a strobe light of our perfect fairytale life. We were the "perfect couple," living a lie so grand it felt almost real. But behind the smiles and the designer clothes, we were two broken people with a secret that could destroy everything. Suddenly, a woman with a sleek blonde bob and a killer red dress approached. Her features were sharp and elegant, and I guessed she had some Western blood in her. She hugged Eavon tightly, her eyes sizing me up with an unnerving inten

"You've got no right to talk about love. A hidden girlfriend? Nah, just my replacement." Anger surged within me. Before I could shoot back, her smile turned cruel. She shoved past me, knocking my shoulder hard. "Know your place." Her footsteps faded, leaving me clutching my chest. The pain was unbearable. Luke failed me, but Karma always came back around. Once I calmed down, I went home. Mike called. "Your fiancé got you an animal biology book with real specimens inside. Pretty cool, right? How are you going to thank me?"

We all have secrets. The first real secret I ever had began when I was nine years old. I’m not talking about when someone tells you something and you keep it to yourself—it’s more like when you know something or have seen something that no one else has, and telling someone about it takes away from your pleasure, from your secret. Now, I’m not going to talk about my secret eleven years ago. I’m going to talk about my biggest secret of all time. Back when I was sixteen years old.