The Secret Beneath Her Name Novels & Stories

ERENDINA. I have a secret. I have many secrets. And nobody knows my secrets. To the rest of the realm, I’m too flawless. To them, I’m the princess with the perfect life—one that’s envied by all. But they do not know me. They do not know of my secrets. They do not know of the person that hides behind the perfect display I put on for the rest of the world. They do not know I’m undeserving of every word they’ve defined me with. They do not know that I’m neither brave nor strong. And I’m most certainly not pure.

And they were about to learn that name wasn’t just a legacy, but a curse that would burn back anyone who touched it. :: Jacob slipped away with Belva and Mikaela, absorbing them into the back kitchen corridor barely visible behind the velvet curtain. I knew he’d take them to the technical room, then down through the emergency fire tunnel connected to Rafael’s underground bunker. The structure wasn’t built for storms. It was built for bullets. Classic mafia style. And now, the stage was mine. I rose fully from behind the table, reaching for the pistol tucked behind my jacket. My hand cocked it automatically, eyes sweeping across the party floor that had turned into an elegant graveyard.

She's hot and dangerous because she hid the thorns behind that beauty. She shines like a clear glass castle wall of jewels. She is strong, brave and dazzling like a diamond. Tic toc, tic toc, the sounds of my heart whenever i hear her name. Slow down and run 'cause she is very dangerous. Decide our time is wasting. Someone is currently playing a song, “Her name” by Latte, on her cassette player as she looks at Jana's grave.

I turned towards Tara’s office, making sure no one was around when I slipped into her doorway. I watched her for a moment as she organized her desk and placed some files in a drawer. Despite it being hot outside, she was wearing long sleeves and tights. Her pink shirt had a turtle neck, which I found suspiciously odd. It was form fitting and hugged her body perfectly, so she still looked like a beautiful Goddess, even without trying. I knocked lightly and watched as she tensed, her blue eyes locking on mine. She freaked out when I tried to close the door, but I didn’t need anyone walking in or by and seeing us together or overhearing the things I would ask her. I guided her to the couc

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

I narrowed my eyes at him, watching as he stood up and let out a groan, "can you take me to that girl? I nodded, standing up as well. I then began walking in the direction of the basement with him following me quietly and closely behind. After a few more steps, I opened the mental door, revealing the girl who was sitting on a chair with her eyes closed, her head thrown back and soft snores coming out from her. Maybe I left her out there for too long? "Athena?" The name flew out of Alessio's mouth which made me furrow my brows in confusion. He walked towards her, taking rather large steps, "fucking hell," he breathed out once he was standing right in front of her, "is she dead?"

Singing softly. The same scent. The same warmth. The same voice. Tears unexpectedly filled her eyes. Without thinking, Selene pushed the door open. The ancient hinges groaned softly. A narrow staircase descended into darkness. Deep beneath the palace. And at the very bottom... A faint silver light glowed. Waiting. Calling. Inviting. Selene took one step forward. Then another. Unaware that someone was watching from the shadows. Unaware that she was walking directly toward a secret hidden for nearly two decades.

A faint frown forms on my lips. “What is this…” I murmur under my breath. I slide a finger under the flap and tear it open. A single white sheet. I pull it out and unfold it. The moment my eyes land on the words, my entire body goes still. I KNOW YOUR SECRET AND THE TRUTH YOU ARE TRYING TO HIDE. AMARA ROOSEVELT. My breath catches. My fingers tremble so violently the paper almost slips from my grip. No. No… no, no…

When the door shut, she leaned her weight against it, heart still thudding. The lamps were turned off quickly, and the house descended into a darkness thick enough to hide secrets. One by one, they retired to their rooms, each carrying unspoken fears to bed. **** Far from the quiet country house, Alessia stepped into the underground haven. Seraphina unlock so many doors using a secret code, everything seems dark and weird to Alessia. A labyrinth of stone halls and candlelit rooms. The air smelled faintly of iron and damp earth, walls lined with secrets untold.

It belonged to her mother, Catherine. Liora glanced sideways at Mavric, who nodded slightly, confirming that he had noticed it too. Inside the box lay a small handwritten note that read: “Page 159: Julian’s greatest mistake was not taking you away, but allowing your mother to discover the secret hidden beneath this abbey.” A secret beneath the abbey? Liora recalled that Westminster Abbey was known to have a vast network of ancient tunnels and chambers running underneath it. Could Scorpion be more than just a digital system? Was there a physical component buried deep beneath the streets of London?