The Secret History Novels & Stories

It felt like walking into a cathedral where the god had long since moved out. "The Rose Reading Room," Luciano said, his voice dropping into a tone of genuine reverence as we reached the third floor. "That’s where the 'Historical Records' are kept. But the vault isn't in the books, Zara. It’s in the architecture. My father always said the greatest secrets are hidden in plain sight, carved into the very stone we walk on." We pushed open the massive oak doors of the Reading Room.

Just one more night. He picked a bookstore café this time. Said he wanted to show me his favorite reading book. It was intimate. Thoughtful. He even pulled a worn paperback of *The Secret History* off the shelf and said, “I think you’d love this.” I smiled, heart skipping. “I probably will.” We sipped coffee. Talked about poetry. I felt my walls thinning, cracking in ways I hadn’t prepared for. And then Julian’s voice dropped. Too calm. Too cold.

“Didn’t I tell you it’s my time to help Isobel? I’m just using my connection as a member of the history club. Regular students are not allowed to go here.” We entered a secret room. Scott was amazed at the pile of books and bookshelves with old books and records. Some books even looked antique enough and probably a nice thing to have as a book collector. Scott scanned the books and happily took one to check. I noticed Scott's wandering hands and immediately scolded him. "Scott, put that down. We’re not here for that."

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.”

“You hit your head, huh?” Lev glared at him. “No one will come to pick her up even if she dies, so we better stop it.” He closed the open book before him, then pushed it towards Sant. “I’ve read everything. It seems something is missing from the written history. The Vampire Hunters haven’t been wiped out, and they’re hiding something from us.” Sant stopped the book sliding across the table before it hit the floor, then he turned it around to read the title. “Have you investigated the place? The Queen’s Secret Palace? It’s no coincidence those Vampire Hunters are there.”

Charles says, wrapping his arms around me from behind. My poor heart "Oh no son, I just didn't know that you and Elizabeth were that close" "Let's just say she's that hidden secret I wasn't ready to reveal yet" Now he's insinuating things "Oh I get it now. Congratulations you both!" She says with a beaming smile and walks excitedly, as if she has a dirty secret she cannot wait to share with everyone. "Charles!" "Elizabeth!" "Now you're just creating stories" "I've always wanted to be a writer since I was a kid"

As I opened The Secret History by Donna Tart, I could feel Lorraine's eyes on me for a moment before she went back to her laptop. The garden was quiet again, the only sounds were of the rustling of leaves and the occasional click of Lorraine's typing, it was peaceful here and I loved it.

|Athena's POV| Life has always treated me like a fucking rag doll, throwing me here and there. However, my whole fucked up life changed when Alessio Romano came knocking at my door on a Thursday night. He was so blunt with the news he had to give me and I kind of appreciated him for it. Anyway, that's a story for another day. For now, let me focus on my target who was about to enter a club named 'The Howl of the girl' which was a funny and a stupid name at the same time.

Troy is at very high end expensive boarding school for the gifted in Canada, there he'll be able to receive all the help he can get to help with his trauma and her job as Eros PA pays that and her own lifestyle. She was able to move out of her old apartment and got a studio apartment for herself, As much as she hated the fact that she had to lie and conceal her relationship status and be her real self just to maintain her job ate at her but there was nothing she could do. It was what Eros stated that he wanted 2 years ago. A secretary who looks like a schoolmarm, unattractive and ugly and wouldn't dare to seduce him either... Funny as it seems karma has finally came to bite her ass. It's jus

The library, the dormitories, the halls and meeting spaces… I’ve been living here for almost three years and researching the strange, magical history of Eastonia, and my kind, all while a secret society has been lurking below me. I turn a corner to another long, dimly lit hallway. It’s uneven, the hallway curving slightly as I follow it on silent feet. It takes me a while to reach the end because of my new heels. I don’t want anyone to know I’m here. I don’t want them to hear me coming. What I’m hoping to find is a meeting room or a library of some kind. Somewhere the order would keep their secrets about membership and their history. But instead, at the very end of the hallway, I find an ope