Novel & Cerita The Secret History

As I stepped out of the elevator, my mood was great, and the stress from the earlier meeting somehow disappeared. My secretary greeted me, “Sir, someone sent you a gift. I placed it inside.” A gift? I wonder who it's from. I nodded and went straight to my office. Upon entering, I immediately saw the gift my secretary mentioned – a black box with a red ribbon on top. I furrowed my brows, wondering who could have sent it. I approached my desk and took the box. There was no indication of the sender. I examined it closely before opening. “Sh*t!” I dropped the box and took a step back as soon as I saw its what inside.

Caminito’s glare change into inexplicable emotion that makes him took into confusion which his brows even automatically knitted as he curved his lips and said, “I’m no royal blood. That’s ridiculous—” “What else do you know about the secrecy of one’s history? Yours was untold. Wasn’t Danie?” She utter that causes Headmistress Danie to appear herself out from the body of the ghost-witch that tend to obtain souls in one particular reason : been hiding the truth to one person.

Simone whispers to the other two. They were followed by Bartholomew and Elly-Jane. Bartholomew wore a Black and Red Victorian suit with a full trench coat, top hat and cane. “Weird inspiration; Jack the Ripper. There is a lot of mystery around the famous serial killer. I hate to say it; Alexandro and Stephanie did a really good job” Simone states as Elly-Jane turns in her Victorian Lady of the Night outfit. “Yeah, trust Alexandro to do a hooker’s outfit” Matthew chuckles as Roberta rolls her eyes at his comment.

Lily: "James, I have to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore." James: "What's wrong, Lily? You're scaring me." Lily: "I know we agreed to keep our feelings hidden, but I can't do it anymore. I have feelings for you, James. Strong feelings." James: "Lily, I've been feeling the same way. I just didn't want to complicate things with Sarah." Lily: "I know, and that's why we have to keep this a secret. But I can't keep pretending that nothing has changed between us."

Then, seemingly nonchalantly, she takes down a thick book. Kral's eyes narrowed. The book's cover bears the simple letter 'K', unlike the other books on the shelf. It is thick, giving the impression that it is more than just an ordinary book. "Let me have a look," Catherine said, flipping open the book, disregarding the dangerous gaze from Prince Kral. The white pages rustle between her fingers, emitting a faint sound. "The secret covenant of Duchess Ana of Canterebourg, the incriminating evidence against Baron John, Lady Marina's and her lover's apologies..." Catherine speaks a sentence with each page she turns. Gradually, I realized that this book contains concealed secrets that cannot be

The intensity of her gaze, mirrored by the others, made it clear they were curious about what had occupied my time, especially since it wasn’t a large volume. “What’s the title?” I shrugged. “History.” “History of what?” Sinclair asked, stepping closer to me, with the others following suit. I turned to the cover of the book, furrowing my brows when I saw an entirely different name in a language I didn’t know, yet somehow understood: ‘The True History of the Supernaturals and Gods.’ “How do you know it says history? The language is one we don’t know; it’s the one written on the caves,” Rachel remarked, a glint of jealousy flashing in her eyes.

“And I’m sure that the divorce that will happen in five years will be without incident,” “Don’t be so sure, when a woman becomes accustomed to a certain lifestyle it’s not easy for her to adjust to less. Think about Anna Sorkin. I think that it’s rather ironic that she shares the same name as the biggest con artist in modern history,” Josh tells Henry. Henry laughs at the thought of the girl that eats too much wasabi and embarrasses herself in public being able to pull off as big of a heist as Anna Sorkin. An Anna Sorkin would have researched everything about eating sushi and passed the night flawlessly and not eaten ice cream from the restaurant kitchen and spilled it over a Valentino dress

In his pocket, the invitation to the White family gathering burned with the same ethereal glow. And somewhere deep in the house, a clock struck midnight. The game wasn't about companies anymore. It wasn't even about revenge. It was about a secret that could rewrite history itself. If they survived the night.

"I was...unsettled...is a better word for it, love, though I was aware that even that was something unusual for our kind. I think to explain this; I need to go back to the book and the information contained within it. I need to give you an outline of the hidden history in Masking Lavender for you to understand the rest." Caleb's eyebrow rose and he settled back with an expectant expression. It was clear that he was more relaxed and she'd managed to reassure him a bit that she wasn't sick. "What hidden history? You mean there is more contained within the book than what we already know of the Royal court and its demise?" "Let me get the book so I can find the relevant section. I don't want to

“Some secrets don't stay buried.” Elena’s vision blurred for a moment. She glanced around the classroom — every chair in place, every shelf neat. No sign anyone had been there. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt. Outside, thunder rumbled softly — a low warning that crawled through the air. She clutched the note, the words burning into her palm. Some secrets don’t stay buried. For a second, she thought she saw movement outside the window — a silhouette by the gate. But when she blinked, it was gone.