The Secret Keeper Novels & Stories

The secretary stood to the side, her hands trembling as the documents slipped from her grip and scattered across the floor. “Excuse me,” she said, bending over. Ava couldn't believe what she had heard. The man she had given herself to was a trained assassin. A cold thrill ran down my spine. But toying with her meant she would no longer trust me, and finding the Duval information on arms technology would stretch farther than anticipated. The secretary slipped away like a shadow in light. I did not care. Not yet. “Ethan…” she muttered, her voice fading in the background.

To look after his pride, I hadn't told him I possessed a manor of several thousand square meters in Narshe, complete with a full staff and bodyguards. I left the manor uninhabited to squeeze into this tiny house with him, living with his parents day in and day out. Originally, I had planned to reveal my identity to him after the wedding. Looking at it now, though, there was no need. With a single phone call, several black business vans pulled up outside the door in less than twenty minutes. My assistant, James, brought my men inside, and they methodically organized my belongings. Clothes, jewelry, documents… each item was packed into boxes.

With trembling fingers, she broke the seal. Inside was a single folded letter. Before either of them could unfold it— A familiar voice echoed softly through the room. “You finally found it.” Everyone turned. Standing in the doorway… was the Keeper. Only this time— He wasn’t alone. Behind him stood a young woman with gray-blue eyes, dark hair, and a knowing smile. She looked no older than twenty. Elaine stared at her. The young woman smiled warmly. “Hello.” She looked at Adrian. Then at Elaine.

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that we don’t want you home. But something seems off. We’ve been trying to figure it out. You know you can tell me anything, right?” So he and my parents had been talking about me. Fucking awesome. “Yeah. I do. And I will. Just not now.” “Okay. Well, tonight is about having fun anyway—getting your mind off things. And I’ve got my guitar room set up for you.” “Cool. Thanks, man. I really appreciate it. Had I known our grandmother was a freak, I would’ve come to stay here a long time ago.” “Worst kept secret in the world.” He laughed. “But I’m glad she threw your ass out.”

"Pim! Pim!! Pim!!!" The phone beeped indicating a message. I clicked it and it read "Be ready, the game begins in 5 minutes." Immediately I read that my heart skipped and literally stopped beating for a few seconds and it took me seconds to regain myself. My lids patted, I let out a huge sigh as I prepared for the worst with confidence. The game; Can you keep a secret? Appeared on the screen.

"Well, what about a book?" "Antonio knows nothing about my situation. I lisd to him okay? I couldn't tell him what I did, and so he thinks he can take me to court if he gets his hands on the signed book that contains the will to my wealth. He thinks our late father had a secret wealth meant for us both, that I've kept to myself the entire time." Ge explained. I thought it made absolutely no sense but I still chose to ignore it. I continued to internally convince myself that he was not a part of my oife, and so I wouldn't commit his words to heart.

“If there’s anyone who should know why she left, it should be my father’s Keeper of Secrets. Lankko stopped chewing and then gulped some water before replying to Enzir. “You do know that we Keepers swore an oath to–“ “Keep your master’s secrets to the grave. I know… I know…” said Enzir, raising both hands to the air. “I’m just thinking if there’s a way around it. Perhaps two Keepers can share their secrets and one gets to divulge another’s secrets.” Lankko stared at Enzir without saying a word. Then, he bit a big chunk of sausage and then swallowed a spoonful of rice. “What you’re saying, Jad Enzir, is considered sacrilege to us Keepers and advisers,” said Enzir. “You wrong us by thinking th

he happily chirped. Their routine was simple. They changed into regular clothes in the limo as the chauffer drove them to their drop-off location, which was in the back of an old sawmill that Scott owned. He used it for storage. From there, they got into his Ford truck and drove to their modest suburban neighborhood. Clay didn’t mind the secrecy. He thought it was exciting, and he liked the fact that he shared a secret with his father. Sometimes, Clay pretended they were secret agents or cops working undercover. “Put your seatbelt on, buddy,” Scott said.

“I’d say you’re asking.” I stared at the key. Holder number nine. One of the Trusted. My mother had chosen a survivalist in the woods to guard a piece of her secret. She hadn’t just trusted intellectuals and elites. She’d trusted a sister who knew how to use a rifle. “What does it open?” I whispered. “A storage locker,” Cora said. “At the long-term depot at the Spruce Falls bus terminal. Thirty miles from here. Locker number matches the key tag.” She leaned forward. “But the word, first. ‘Swan.’ You said it’s a key. How?”