The Secret History Novels & Stories

Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"

--- The Weight of History The cathedral’s history, Isabella had learned through endless nights poring over the ancient texts, was a tapestry woven with triumph and treachery. The Elders had once been guardians of truth, but as time wore on, ambition had corrupted their ranks. The Chamber of the Veil was their greatest secret, a weapon and a curse.

Seeing the misunderstanding and wanting- no needing- to keep it from escalating, he added, "Haven't added another secretary since you left. Finbarr does everything around here. My only secretary is you." Isabella remembered those three years she had worked as his secretary and narrowed her eyes, "Couldn't possibly be easy to report to you about your girlfriends and such." "There aren't any girlfriends, Isabella." "Hmm." "Bella…" but whatever he had to say was interrupted by the woman who had knocked, irritating Ronan. Why was he being disturbed at such a time? Seeing his frustration, Isabella shook her head, "Let Maeve come in. I'll hide." Ronan wrinkled his brows, "Hide? What for? You said

"I'll have you driven home early tomorrow before anyone could see." "This is crazy," I whispered. "Keeping it secret, pretending at work—" "I know." He kissed my temple. "But you're worth the complications. We'll figure it out as we go." I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe we could really make this work. But a small voice in my head whispered that secrets like this never stayed hidden forever. "What if someone finds out?" I asked. He was quiet for a long moment. "Then I'll handle it. I promise you, Alex—I won't let anything hurt your career."

The honesty sounded genuine. Which somehow made things worse. Lucian stepped aside. The corridor opened. The door waited. The key rested in Kieran's hand. Twenty-eight years of secrets. One lock. One decision. One final barrier. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. Finally Kieran stepped forward. The metal key looked surprisingly ordinary. That felt appropriate somehow. History rarely announced itself dramatically. It usually arrived disguised as something simple. A letter. A photograph. A notebook. A key. The lock accepted it immediately.

Clarissa's breathing was getting heavier now, her warm breaths falling across my legs. Help! I screamed silently inside my head. Someone, please help me. It felt like my mind had been torn in two. A voice inside me was desperately trying to keep me quiet, completely lost in the pleasure of the moment. Then suddenly, her hand left me. I heard soft rustling sounds. My heart jumped straight into my throat. A second later, something hot and wet wrapped around me. Was that her… My breath caught. Even without seeing it, the warmth and slick sensation sent a shiver through my entire body.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, and his eyes looked deep into mine. “The Hartwells and the Ashfords,” he said. “We are bound together by more than just a contract. We are bound by history. By secrets. By things that were written long before either of us was born. And what is written… has to be finished.” I thought about the hidden door I had seen earlier. I thought about the things he had said about secrets that were too dangerous to share. “What is behind that door?” I asked suddenly. Kiel paused, like he was deciding whether to tell me or not. Then he sighed, and leaned back in his chair.

“I don’t know what’s more shocking.” “What?” “That Kael corrected his teachers…” A pause. “…or that they survived.” Kael pressed a hand dramatically against his chest. “I come down here to uncover the greatest secret in history, and somehow I’ve become the target.” Sera grinned. “You make it so easy.” The laughter faded naturally as Elara turned another page. The ink had faded, but the handwriting remained elegant. She began to read aloud. “To our children, and to every soul who comes after us: if these pages have reached your hands, then history has already forgotten what we fought to protect.”

Determination and confusion surged through Dez. "After you were turned, did you ever wonder why we are always alone? Why so few of us are allowed to seek out our true mates." He half smiled. Viktor had turned hundreds but Dezmond was his favorite child. "No, this life was always better than the one I left behind. I never wanted a mate." Dez rarely brought up his previous life, it was so painful. Searching for a true mate was strictly forbidden. I was turned after the wars. It is not clear what all happened and how that ties into searching for mates. The history is kept secret.

But the choice had never been mine. So there I stood beside the altar, dressed in emerald satin as one of the bridesmaids, holding a bouquet so tightly that the stems pressed into my palms. In a few minutes, my cousin Bianca Romano - the girl who had grown up beside me like a sister - would marry Nicholas Contini. The man I had believed was my everything. The man I had believed loved me. Now I understood what I had truly been to him: a secret he could enjoy until something more useful came along. A pawn he could remove from the board the moment power demanded a better move.