The Secret Garden Book Novels & Stories

It was the first time for Faye Reed at the Kyle family's mansion in the United States, and it was the first time for Karen Daly too. She was also surprised to see such a huge manor. She had always thought that their Secret Garden in Chatterton Town was ridiculously luxurious enough. That was a large manor, so large in a way that many people would still not be able to afford despite struggling hard for several lifetimes. However, compared to the Kyle family's mansion in New York, Secret Garden was pretty insignificant.

She sighed and turn to leave when she felt the key beneath her feet under the foot mat. Hmm, she sighed and bent a bit , trying hard not to make Hibah who was sleeping peacefully wake up or fall. She got hold of the keys, inserted it into the key hole and opened the door. It was so quiet and it was furnished to a taste . It was her first time of being in the furnished apartment since Sadiqah’S Nikkah, she try so much to keep her distance , she walked into the kitchen, it a quarter empty ... Oh, she moved just her things!

Madeline I sighed, increasing my pace, turning onto the trail that would take me to my favorite place in the whole world. It wasn't long before I emerged from between the trees, where a large lavender field opened up before me. Unlike the other fields throughout the country, this one was not visited by tourists. This was the palace's private field, and I knew that outside the harvest season, it was only busy during the days and times when the field was watered twice a week.

I turn quickly, my eyes scanning the darkness, but there’s no one. “Where are you?” I whisper back, my voice shaky. No answer. But there, in the center of the garden, a stone bench catches my eye. And atop it lies a book, faintly glowing under the moonlight. I move toward it, heart pounding in my chest. My fingers brush the cover, feeling the worn leather. As soon as I touch it, a shock of electricity runs through my arm, and images flash in my mind—so fast, I can hardly process them.

The hallway smelled faintly of coffee and citrus, the scent I always associated with him. I was already practicing the words in my head. “Theo, I got the money. We don’t owe her anything anymore.” And then, if I was brave enough, “I have something else to tell you, too. The truth about who I am.” I turned the knob. The first sound I heard was laughter. An awfully familiar sound. Hers. Heather. My steps faltered, heart hammering. The door creaked softly as I pushed it open. And then I saw them.

Mr Richard disclosed as he peered into the flipping pages of his large textbook. I smacked my forehead, feeling sad, bored, angry, tired all at once. When I slipped my hands off my face, I saw Derek's green eyes staring at me. I smelled his musky lavender scent. It filled my nostrils and it seemed like it was pulling me closer to him. I just recalled that I haven't rejected him. As long as we haven't Rejected each other, I'll always be craving his scent. I shook my head and averted my gaze away from him, using my fingers to scribble on my desk.

It sounded like the sound of pages turning, and it was getting louder. I turned to see what was making the noise, and that's when I saw it. A massive, ancient book was standing on a pedestal, its pages turning rapidly as if blown by an invisible wind. Arachne's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement. "The Book of Secrets," she said. "It holds the knowledge of the ages. And it's been waiting for you, Lila." I felt a surge of wonder and awe. The Book of Secrets? What secrets did it hold? And why was it waiting for me?

So I changed into something comfortable and made my way through the pack house, quietly asking a servant where the library was. They pointed me toward a wide hallway that opened into a massive room with floor-to-ceiling shelves. Heaven. I ran my fingers along the spines until I found the catalogue I was searching for. About healing, herbs, magic, even old texts about elemental connections. I picked a green book, titled “The Gift of Nature: Ancient Healing Powers and Their Origins.” I tucked it under my arm and slipped outside to the gardens. The fresh air was calming, and the rustle of leaves gave me a strange sort of peace.

And then, at the very bottom of the box, we got to my diary. The one that I had hidden in a secret compartment in the dresser that I thought my mother knew nothing about. The one that I had written in about the bullying and abuse that I suffered. The one that I had confided some of my darkest and deepest insecurities. Ashley saw my face and frowned. “Jenna?” “It’s my … my … my d-d-d-d-iary,” I whispered. “It’s here. Which means she found it. Which means… she read it.”

“I should call Ryan and have him take it on his way out,” I say while bringing out my phone. But then I stopped when I realized it’s been almost 10 minutes since I left Ryan, and he should have already left the place by now. Having no other choice, I got out of my car to go get it myself. Getting closer to our secret place, I begin to hear some funny voices. Once I’m at the door, I realize it’s a girl moaning, and I also hear slippery sounds and skin slapping against each other.