Novel & Cerita The Secret History

“Well, if it isn’t young Ari Hale. Looking for another sci-fi romance?” “Not today.” Ari forced a smile. “I was hoping you had local history books. Old ones. Maybe about legends?” Mrs. Wetherby frowned. “The Folklore Shelf. Back left corner. But don’t go believing any of that nonsense.” Ari found the shelf covered in dust. Most of the books hadn’t been opened. She pulled out a heavy tome titled The Hidden Histories of Varro’s Hollow. An hour later, her fingers stopped on a passage:

With careful fingers, she lifted the book and pulled it down, the heavy weight of history pressing against her hands. As she flipped through the pages, her heart quickened. Documents, letters, and meticulously detailed accounts sprawled across the pages. She recognized names—some familiar, some obscure—but the implications were staggering. The Romano family had always been meticulous, but the depth of the secrets she uncovered went far beyond what she had imagined.

"So who is the widow? You haven't forgotten, you and Natalie are getting married soon." "I didn't forget her, she was just a woman who worked as my secretary and I only helped her. The gossip is too much," said Dave, sipping the champagne that France's maid had prepared earlier. "Is it true?" France glared at Dave. "I don't like something interfering with my plans." Dave smiled mysteriously. "Good, don't let our plans be ruined and I don't want to give stock to treason." France smiled sarcastically while sipping her drink which Dave responded casually.

She followed Willow around the corner and into an aisle labeled Biographical Histories. Willow stopped in front of the third shelf and ran her puffy hands along the spines, finally pulling out a book and handing it to Clara: Historic Crimes in Hiestora. When Clara pried it open, the book issued a hissing sound and she noticed it suddenly felt lighter in her hands. Cracking open the dusty tome, Clara noticed pictures that were moving as if the history was playing out once again inside these pages. Below the pictures were written texts of the events.

Tsk, tsk, this girl has a nerve, huh? "There will be an underground battle. Tomorrow night, interested? You might get an answer that you really wanted to hear" "Underground battle?" "Yup, and if you are interested, might as well tell you the details once you've decided" "And the secret?" I asked, she smirked as she looked at me in my eyes. "It's still a secret, of course" "Tsk, this underground battle, does it really concerns me?" "Yup, just like, what happened years ago. Wanna know what is it?" I remain silent. I waited for her to continue.

He then twists his ankle after tripping on a broken floorboard. “You can never go back…” Van freezes on his spot, eyes scanning the vicinity to locate the source of the demonic voice. “Don’t play tricks on me,” he shouted. Bullies in school always do this to him, and he learned to play dirty after someone attempted to throw him in the locker… School… Bullies… Yes! How he could forget it? He and his friends attend this school where you can find a restricted hallway… “The door,” Van said as one by one memories starts to come back, “there is a door somewhere here that will take you to a secret world.”

" He passed a file to Alex. Alex took it and opened it. "And sir, here's the bullet of the gun aimed at you.." He gave Alex a plastic bag with a bullet in it. Alex collected it and smirked. "Fine, but I want the secret spy in the institute in no time.." He ordered and they will bowed gently. "You can leave now.." He dispersed them. He stood up and looked at the plastic bag of bullet and then smirked again. "This bullet is connected to my past. Who's the secret spy and what does he/she know about my past.." He mumbled and took a sip from the glasscup.

Every step I took seemed to carry the weight of the secret I held. As we descended in the elevator, the tension between us intensified. The soft hum of the elevator's music provided a thin veil, masking the turmoil brewing within. The doors slid open, revealing the opulent lobby of the hotel, adorned with chandeliers that sparkled like suspended constellations. Cullen's driver told us Ignacio was in the restaurant. Getting inside the restaurant, I recognized Ignacio immediately. My heart raced very fast as we walked to his direction. Ignacio stood near the entrance, his presence commanding attention. His eyes bore into mine, a silent reminder of the labyrinth of lies I had constructed.

He took a small step back, quietly and she exhaled, turning back to the shelf. Aisle four, second shelf, second row, third column. She traced her fingers around the wooden shelves, tracing it towards the second row and it's third column. She bit down on her lower lip anxiously having located it. A red book. That was the final piece of this puzzle. Locating the red book that could possibly hold a whole history of secrets that she is vaguely unaware of. Secrets that might change her perception of her current life! She traced her fingers carefully, slowly and gently past each of this books in the row, her heart skipping a narrow beat as a sight of a red book caught her eyes.

Its worn leather cover hinted at a long history, whispering promises of hidden knowledge within its pages. With trembling anticipation, the spies carefully retrieved the book from its resting place. Its weight felt heavy in their hands, a tangible reminder of the secrets it held. They retreated to a secluded corner of the library, their excitement palpable. Flipping through the yellowed pages, they discovered a treasure trove of Xavier's kingdom's darkest secrets. The book revealed whispered rumors, clandestine alliances, and the intricate web of power that lay beneath the surface of the kingdom. It was a goldmine of information, a key that could unlock the secrets that had remained hidden f