The Secret Beneath Her Name Novels & Stories

For a long time I have lived, I have been so happy to hear my name. Yes, it's my name. I am Beryl. *** During the time the world has denied me to be happy, I have also denied the world and people my name. So hearing my name under this phenomenal occultation makes my heart go crazy. It's very precious. A total opposite of me, my name is too extravagant for someone dusty like me. "I never expected your eyes to be this beautiful, Veluriya."

She shrugged. "Take a look at the new couple." She pointed at the red hair that just left and he squeezed his face in disgust when he saw her kissing Ryan. He turned his attention to Ari. "How'd you know all these stuff? " He asked. Oh, just that I secretly signed up for training in America Defense Department and they taught me a bunch of stuff and in a matter of time I'll be nominated as one of their best and work for them. "Just talent. " She said with a shrug.

Present Day Emily lived by one rule: look good, work harder. A rule she had set for herself four years ago. Dressed in black pants and a tucked-in pink shirt, accompanied by a pink leather handbag—she stood in the lobby of City Pulse Press. Looking at her, one would think she feared nothing—but deep down, she panicked at the thought of what awaited her behind the doors of Carol's office. Carol was the only person in the building who could see through Emily's composure.

With blood. Lydia stared at him. “What is this really? Some kind of sick club? A test? A punishment?” He hesitated—then led her to the vault again. This time, he opened a hidden panel behind the photo box. Inside was a screen. It came to life with a single touch, revealing a name she’d never seen before. The Society of the Crimson Veil. And beneath it: Ten Women. Ten Trials. One Heir. “You’re the heir?” she asked.

he asks, his voice tight. “An altar,” I say softly. “Hidden in the forest. One that honours both Diana and Hecate. Aurora found it in the tomes before they were destroyed in the fire. A relic built shortly after the curse was cast on Alistair Weston. She had a vision of its location.” Nate’s eyes narrow. “You were chasing a vision?” “A calling,” I correct. “We thought, if we found it, maybe there would be another way to end the curse.”

That she wasn’t worthy of her title. He never let me ask questions. Never let me speak her name. But now, here she was—hidden beneath the earth, behind a wall of secrets. I stumbled forward, brushing dust from the edges of the stone. Another tremor rumbled beneath my feet. The wall gave way slowly, revealing a narrow stairwell spiraling into blackness. “Kael.” Her voice again. Closer. Stronger. I stepped inside.

Something about him reeked of secrets, and I was determined to uncover them. Just as I was considering tailing him discreetly, a sleek black car pulled up outside. My curiosity spiked. The door opened, and I froze when I saw who stepped out. Nadia. Of all people, her. The infamous socialite whose scandals filled gossip columns. The same woman who had been caught in that viral photo with my stepbrother’s future husband, Richard. What was she doing here, meeting Max? She walked toward him with the kind of confidence only someone who knew they were untouchable could have. Her heels clicked against the pavement, her stride sharp and deliberate.

The lawyer my mom hired arrived quickly, dressed in a sleek black business suit and towering heels, exuding an imposing presence. I recognized her. She was a famous top-tier lawyer in Ashton City, known for handling high-profile inheritance and divorce cases. People usually had to book her services a year in advance. However, my mom had overreacted. I did not need a cent from the Roberts family in our divorce, so there was no need to bring such a renowned lawyer. My mom was likely venting her anger on my behalf.

The cult, the AI virus, the artifact they were after—it all tied back to Yellen’s research, and Christina's property. Just as she was getting enough of the book, the sound of a door creaking open snapped her attention to the back of the room. A woman stepped out from a private room, dressed in a tailored black suit that screamed "money." She moved with a kind of precision that made Leila's skin crawl, her heels clicking softly against the floor. The woman exchanged a few hushed words with the librarian before slipping out the front door.

She’d decided on a pair of wide- legged elastic-waist pants and a loose-fitting top, but when she went through to her room there were two boxes sitting on her bed, with a brief handwritten note from Draco. “I thought of you when I saw these.” She lifted the top off the first box and parted the tissue wrapped around its contents. A sigh gushed past her lips as she lifted out an exquisite mint-green nightgown, so sheer as to almost be indecent. He’d thought of her when he’d seen this? Perhaps there was hope for her after all. The next layer revealed a matching peignoir. Blair held the gossamer-fine garments against her skin. She couldn’t wait to wear them, but somehow she doubted that this wou