The Secret Beneath Her Name Novels & Stories

This was not the strength of a human being but a furious beast. "I've had enough!" He gritted his teeth and took out his phone, the screen showing a shocking video. In the video, I was disheveled as I slumped over the examination table with my face flushed, whispering explicit words of love to Heath. My blood froze instantly. The angle of this secretly filmed video was extremely odd. It was clearly from a hidden camera that had been concealed beforehand. If this footage got out... "If this video appeared on the school website..." He leaned close to my ear, his warm breath causing goosebumps to rise all over me. "What do you think your suitors will think of their goddess?"

“No, Sel. Maybe... I just didn’t sleep much.” Selly didn’t look convinced. There was something else behind that smile—something cold and fragile, like glass about to crack. Sometimes, the deepest pain isn’t the wound on your body. It’s the secret that’s too heavy to carry alone. Renata lowered her gaze again, her fingers intertwined tightly in her lap. Her lips still wore a faint smile, but her eyes told a different story—of exhaustion, of something she couldn’t explain, and couldn’t share. Selly kept watching her, but Renata pretended to busy herself, rearranging her notes.

Even though Trish felt sorry for hurting Nick with her lie she was happy that her plan had worked and now she had to drive the final nail home. ‘Unfortunately I never got to know his real name because she was so secretive about their affair and only referred to him by a nickname. What I am not sure of is whether or not he is the person responsible for her pregnancy. She____________’ she never got a chance to finish, Nick cut her off

“You’ve done that before, and I’m hoping this whiskey will keep an old anger in check.” Leaning back, she crossed her legs. “You want to know a secret?” I blinked at her aloofly, not interested in whatever it is she wants to make known. “You do not seem interested, but I’ll make it known, so you wouldn’t repeat the same mistake. That slap didn’t make me angry or push me away, if anything, it turned me on.” This bitch is crazy. “I love being submissive to a sadist, so I’m used to the pain.” She opened the file and signed on it, sealing the deal with S.H. “You want to know another secret?” She pushed the file towards me.

◆ OSWALD'S P.O.V ◆ - CONTINUED - Secret groaned and tripped over her own two feet as I helped her up. She stumbled off to the side once more and I caught her before she could plummet to the ground. "Do you even know her name?" She randomly questions. "Her name's Amethyst," I respond. Secret just stared at me then she swayed a bit from side to side and buckled over thin air. "Why am I even telling you this you're drunk," I mutter.

CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET Copyright © Agatha Rose All Rights Reserved. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ The "TBNB" Series by Agatha Rose Young / New Adult : 1. The Bad Nerd Boy - Season 1, 2, 3 (Completed on GoodNovel) 2. Asian Potterhead and the Lovestruck Bad Boy ( Hunter Jones & Mey Wang ) 3. The Blonde That Got Away ( Luke & Shanelle Bernucci )

– He questions. - You are sick? – Your father asked. That time, when Péngyǒu smiles. - Just changing habits. – The young woman said. She's sure she's going to stay up late, thinking about her date with Mr. Yoshihiro and in the button, box hidden underground hiding place of the secret passages, but this does not happen. Since that's what she thinks Red is Asia, yellow is Africa, white is Australia... That night, when she enters the secret passage inside her closet at the end of the hanger, she goes through some tunnels to discover and collect other items.

She spent the next hour flipping through a fashion magazine, legs curled up under her, sipping mango juice from a wine glass just because it felt fancy. Her phone lit up beside her. Tasha: “Girl. Have you heard the news?” Selena: “I thought you were his everything ” Selena (again): [Video link] Alaya narrowed her eyes. Her stomach tightened. She tapped the link. The screen opened to an Inst*gr*m Live replay. It took a second to load — then it hit. There he was. Darius. In a tuxedo. On one knee. On a rooftop deck lit with string lights and flower petals.

I continue calmly. She points to the desk. "There's a hidden file inside there that he was working on. It contains information about all of them." I look inside each drawer, but there's nothing that belongs to him. "Where?" I snarl in frustration. "Inside." She comes out and shows me the secret compartment underneath the desk with a key hole. What in the National Treasure shit is this? "Where is the key?" "That I do not know," she mumbles. Well, that's fucking helpful.

So she was very virgin adjacent and didn’t want to just fuck around. It was very unfair that her entire life she had been repressed and controlled. Made to feel like she’s doing something bad when in fact she’s doing nothing at all. A sugar daddy giving her even one thousand dollars would be the boost that she would need in order to get out of this hellish environment. She checks how much data she has left on her phone. She’s got two point three gigabytes left. That enough to check out Seeking Arrangements. She opens an account and starts to scroll through people’s profiles. There don’t seem to be many quality ones that are that side of the hemisphere. She sighs. The banging on the bathroom