The Secret History Novels & Stories

I had to find Silas’s basement office. The Central Library was a fortress of silence, its stone lions standing guard over secrets much older than the Wolfe dynasty. I slipped through the service entrance, my soaked clothes clinging to me like a second skin. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs—whoosh-thump, whoosh-thump—the sound of the heir Eleanor so desperately wanted to control. I found the hidden stairwell behind the "Legal History" archives. The air down here was thick with the scent of dust and old paper. I reached the steel door of Silas’s private vault and stared at the keypad.

She had unwittingly stumbled upon a secret so dangerous that those in power would stop at nothing to keep it hidden. The secret involved a classified government project that could change the course of history. It was a hidden technology capable of manipulating the minds of individuals, erasing memories, and even controlling behavior. Isabella's knowledge of this project had made her a target—an expendable pawn in a dangerous game of power and control.

Justin had just alighted from the bus as he takes a look at the bustling city with skyscrapers and luxury cars all around him. He had just a little Duffel bag as he didn't want to carry along many things which will remind him of his past. He walked down the street to the little apartment Desmond his best friend had rented for him. His brain kept going back to the trauma and damage he faced from the terrific break up he witnessed causing his relocation. He vowed to himself never to be kept as a secret lover or let any man break his heart. As he walked further he stumbled upon a newspaper which stated the CEO of the White Companies is in need of a Personal Assistant and interviews were going o

Brandy immediately covered me, holding out a tissue as I dabbed my eyes. “Sorry, it’s the hormones” I said, laughing and still tearing up and then I froze, eyes wide. Our eyes locked then mine widened even more as I realized she hadn’t caught on but from my shock, she realized what I meant. I watched the happiness bloom. “Bestie’s secret,” I said, holding out my pinkie, she quickly hooked hers. “No one knows, I haven’t even told my parents, we plan to tell everyone after we know the sex next week. Please don’t say anything, not even to your husband,”

“And you still don’t understand the game. Crane doesn’t play to win. He plays to own. The moment you touched his empire, he marked you.” “So what now?” Aiden asked. “You pretend to be my father again?” “No,” Alexander said. “I give you something Crane doesn’t know I kept.” He turned to a wall panel and pressed a sequence. A hidden compartment slid open. Inside was a single hard drive. “This contains the blueprint of everything Crane buried,” Alexander said. “Project Helix. The shadow board. Names of politicians, foreign stakeholders, weapons traders—and the backups of Floor 49 before it was scrubbed.”

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.

"What lies within this chest holds the keys to your past—your parents' greatest transgressions." Her pulse quickens as he reveals the trove of letters and decrees hidden away, secrets entangled in the folds of history. Gritting her teeth, Amelia steps forward, curiosity overpowering the trepidation. "I must know," she whispers, the soft tremor of her voice reflecting the intensity of her need for answers.

She stepped inside, the scent of old books and mildew wrapping around her like bad memories. The place was as quiet as a wault, with rows of bookshelves stretching into the distance. A few scattered tables sat under flickering fluorescent lights, and the dust in the air felt thick enough to choke on. Leila found the history section and grabbed the book Tom had mentioned. Eduard Yellen’s "masterpiece" on German aristocracy and their ties to ancient power. It was thick, the kind of book that could double as a doorstop or a weapon, depending on circumstances. She flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the boring content, but she wasn’t really reading. Her mind was elsewhere, piecing toget

I sighed and rolled my eyes, calming myself. "That was before, so maybe it’s okay to keep it a secret for now." "She might get mad at you," she replied. Out of the three of us, you benefited the most from Meggay’s money. I sighed. She might be right... Meggay might get mad at me... at us... Our Professor arrived and started teaching calculus. My mind was filled with different thoughts. I hate it. Kyle is confusing me. He’s hiding something, and I’m not part of it. Second, it’s about Meggay.

Her hair fell around her face like a shield, and she was scribbling notes with the kind of intensity that meant she'd discovered something big. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she kept glancing around like she expected someone to sneak up on her. Whatever she was researching, it wasn't for a school project. I grabbed a random economics textbook and settled at a table where I could keep an eye on her without being obvious about it. From here, I could see the cover of her book. "The Dark Royals." “Shit.” “That's not good,” my wolf agreed. “Ancient pack histories are full of dangerous information. Things people killed to keep secret.”