The Secret Beneath Her Name Novels & Stories

‘He probably isn’t interested with the latest trends either’ she says to herself. “Yes” Sonia remarks; admiring the blonde in the photo. “She’s a real beauty; isn’t she?” Trying not to laugh at his earlier thought ‘she isn’t Simone;’ he looks back at the last photo. Her blonde hair and makeup have distorted her features somewhat. There was no denying who she was to Emmett. ‘Someone has been keeping a secret identity of her own’ he says in his mind. “Um… Yeah” he utters, giving a response to Sonia when he realised, she was waiting for an answer. “In a way, she is.”

Oh no. Instantly she jumped from her bed and put on all the clothes that were still suitable for use. She doesn't care about dresses or anything like that. This time she only wore a white hoodie quickly along with her black leggings. And of course without wearing underwear at this time because she really doesn't care about anything, apart from her secret work that she has been working on for two years. Everything was under control before Liam started to find out. Emily of course still uses her make-up as a disguise material this time. She still has to play a character who is suddenly exposed to a fever.

she exclaimed remembering those tons of gold hidden in their secret room in the palace. Memories then came rushing into Queen Asalea’s head. It was late at night, before her coronation as the crowned Princess of the Knostican Kingdom; her parents showed her the underground secret room which looked like a mini-library. The door to that underground room is on the floor under the big dining wood table. She needs to push hard, one floor tile and four tiles will hang down. It would be the opening door going down the secret room. Inside that secret room is another secret room, which can only be detected once the big wall painting of the King and Queen will be removed. Installed therein is a lock o

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.

“There are so many mysteries in the castle wrapped in a very interesting romance story between the private teacher and the noble. The mystery story is well described, even I got goosebumps reading it, but once you read it you won't be able to stop, because you must be very curious to know what dark and terrible secrets are hidden in that castle. I won't explain further to you because it will spoil the surprise later.” The woman chuckled. “You make me want to hurry home and read it to find out what dark secrets lie there.” Then the woman stretched out her hand. “We forgot to get to know each other. My name is K—” the woman cleared her throat. “Just call me Rina.” Diana smiled kindly and retur

She knew this story. Vivienne had read it aloud in their shared room once or rather, whispered it. As if afraid their mother would hear. Back then, it had felt like a ghost story. Now, it reads like a confession. She flipped through more pages. Underlined words. Marginalia. But one page was missing. Torn from the spine. The next page began mid-sentence. “…but the mask was not the secret. The secret was the name behind it. The one they buried. The one she whispered only to the mirror.”

She tried to hide the pain but it was very visible in her eyes. Ansh sat on his knees on the tiled floor as he held her hand before she could walk away. From her blurry vision, she looked at him. “Adaa,” he said, the name he always called her. His Adaa. Anshuman took a deep breath as he stared into her eyes; he had waited for this moment all his life, “Adaa, there is something in my pocket, can you help me take it out?” He asked in his usual rough voice as she shivered.

She hugs me back I step back and look at her. Her long brunette hair, the same shade as mine, has been cut to a beautiful styled bob. Her skin is so tan and her eyes hold so much life and happiness. "Hawaii did you well" I say and she winks. My sister and I catch on pretty quickly, she is hiding an adonis somewhere. "I wanted it to be a surprise, so dad gave me the date and I didn't have to tell you" she giggles "So you knew?" I ask my dad

She grabbed the notebook full of information she had gathered from under her bed and hastily shoved it into the small, unnoticeable compartment she had created under her bed. The information she had gathered wasn’t much, but it was enough to blow her cover if Martha had found it and tattled to Dominic. But what was worse was the secret phone she had hidden under her pillow. She had inadvertently left both the notebook and the phone under her pillow while rushing out for breakfast. Perhaps God was on her side and made her return back in time. ‘What if I had arrived a little bit later?’ Sierra shuddered at the thought. However, she didn’t get to dwell on it as the phone in her hands began to r

Her dark hair was pulled into her signature, impenetrable low bun. ​To any outside observer, the "Ice Queen" was fully restored. But beneath her desk, hidden by the heavy timber modesty panel, her inner thighs still throbbed with a deep, lingering ache, and the encrypted USB drive containing the Singapore sabotage files was safely hidden in her lining.