The Secret Circle Book 1 Novels & Stories

The room was dusty, cluttered with boxes and furniture, and the detritus of a lifetime. In the corner, on a wooden trunk, sat a stack of leather-bound books. She opened the first one. January 15, 1985. I met a woman today. Her name is Margaret. She's beautiful, intelligent, and completely unafraid of me. I think I'm in love. Isabella read on through the courtship, the marriage, and the birth of her mother. Through Alexander's rise to power, his crimes, and his regrets. Through the years of secrets and lies and the slow destruction of his own soul.

The split-circle symbol on the cover seemed to shimmer under the dim light. Zara reached out. Her fingers touched the leather. Nothing happened. Then the journal clicked. Everyone froze. A thin line appeared down the middle of the cover. The journal opened by itself. The first page was almost completely blank. Except for one sentence. Every family has a secret. Ours became an empire. Zara swallowed. “Who wrote this?” Vittorio answered quietly. “My grandfather.” Zara turned toward him. “You’ve read it?” “Once.” “When?” “Before you were born.”

She handed me a novel. " Read it." She sniffs. " The revenge started because of love....what ends it read it. " I met her gaze but didn't collect the book so she throws it onto the ground and cleaned the tear that had dropped on her cheek and walks away. I look down at the book: ' Why?!' I didn't realize I had started crying until a drop of tears fell onto the book cover. ______________________ Jade pov Numb, it ain't pain, I just feel.....numb. opening my eyes I see all white. Where am I? I'm on a bed. Last time I remember,I was in my dad's shop. How did I get here?

Julian scanned the headline. “VanderMere Legacy Tainted by Fraud, Murder, and Lies: Whistleblower Exposes Billionaire Corruption” The image beneath it showed Harold, arm-in-arm with Dominic Crane at a gala. The story was detailed. Ruthless. Unfiltered. Clarissa gave a grim smile. “You lit the match, alright. Now watch it burn.” — They reached a safehouse an hour later—a vacant daycare with blocked windows and a dusty playroom that had become a command center.

Now, here it was, in front of me, and I would finally know what was in it. "This is a photo album, an important one to me because this holds a lot of my secrets. And before I show it to you together with the videos here," he pointed to his laptop. "I want you to ready yourself, Hazel. I have been saying this to you, this is not something that is easily taken. Do you understand?" Despite the nervousness that was starting to get into me as well, I nodded and he handed me the black book, no, the album. Then, he took a deep breath, and slowly, led me to open it.

With an intense gaze focused on us, he pivoted towards our direction. He warned, "You underestimate the strength of this group at your own peril. They hold significant power and have no qualms about removing anyone who obstructs their path." I asked firmly, "Who are they? And what is their objective? Or what did you think about them. I don't think they come friendly" Lawson explained that a clandestine group called The Circle is widely recognized. This secret society comprises prominent individuals from diverse domains such as business, politics and law enforcement, who have been covertly controlling happenings for numerous years.

A heavy silence fell over the group. Lina stared at her grandfather in disbelief. "What?" Her grandfather walked over to a worn stone table in the center of the room. On it lay a large book. He opened it to reveal pages covered in names. Morgan. Reed. Vale. And a handful of other family names. "This was the original intent of The Circle," her grandfather said. "Not to control minds, or to steal power. It was created to protect a secret that could shatter powerful families if it ever got out."

“You don’t get to stand here and act like a victim, Victoria. You knew exactly what this engagement was.” " Just stop playing the victim here Victoria" he said not turning to look at her. " Oh wow I'm playing the victim you say. Drake you know, I agreed to all this for your image but I won't let you humiliate me. What do you want people to think of le when they find out about your "Secret"? Worst of it all with your office boy" She said her nose flaring in anger. " Leave! I said leave Victoria! I'm not having this conversation with you."

If he wanted to be like that, then I could play that game too, and I was exceptionally good at the silent treatment. I had been staying here, but I had never gone into the library. I decided it would be my hiding place for the day. I walked down the hall and pushed the heavy door open. The room was beautiful, like a traditional library but warmer and more inviting. I went to the shelf on my right and let my fingers drift across the spines of the books, reading the titles softly.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.