The Secret Of Us Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He re-emerged with an old worn leather book, Alissa could see slips of paper sticking out of it. He placed it on the table and opened it. “This, is our biggest secret, you must never tell a soul unless they come to you in this trouble.” He pushed the book towards her pointing to a yellowed piece of paper that had been stuck to the page. Alissa read the fading ink

secrets. "

SUMMARY I have a secret. I’m in love with my best friend, but I’ve never told her. Sharing feelings is right up there with all-time terrible things. Instead of saying it, I show her how I feel every day. I watch Big Brother with her. We have scary movie night. I hold her hair when she’s puking. That’s love in my books. Only…she’s not been the same recently, and I don’t know how to fix it. I hope she knows I'd do anything for her.

I couldn’t help smiling. I picked up Lang Leav’s The Universe of Us. As I flipped through the pages, the faint scent of paper and vanilla drifted out — that strangely nostalgic smell of ink and time. I finally understood why book lovers found comfort in it. Then my fingers stopped on a page — page fifteen. “‘Do you think there is the possibility of you and me?’” I read aloud before realizing how it sounded. Sydney froze mid-reach, her back still bent toward the lower shelf. After a moment, she stood upright, turning toward me with a knowing grin.

Was the secret hidden in the words? Kiran quickly opened the first book he read yesterday. It was no. 7 of the first edition, and it was the one Margaret gave him. Everything was the same when he read up until page 7, but when he flipped to page 17, he was shocked to find out that the seventh word in the seventh line was the word ‘nine’, whereas the other edition and Yvonne’s edition had the word ‘sky’. Kiran seemed to have found the secret combination. He quickly looked at Mr. Simmon’s poisoned book, and according to his calculations, he flipped to page 557. The seventh line had the word ‘steal’ in it, but the other two books had the word ‘smile’.

"Sir! We have an urgent situation outside!" a loud voice rattled the cramped space of the quarters. "You candy assed moron! Haven't I told you before to leave all matters to the able hands of my assistant! Leave! Now!" a fat man lodged at a comfortable chair while holding a book with sensual depictions on it. Its contents were of women doing different positions in the most popular technique in the history of evolution. The cover title was Secret to Long Life by Jeff Depthfinder.

Chapter 4: Jealous Games Alex POV Max’s text sat on my phone like a live grenade for the entire weekend. Every time the screen lit up with a notification, my stomach lurched, expecting another message from him. “I know your secret. Tell them or I will.” The words burned behind my eyes even when the phone was face-down on my nightstand. I didn’t tell Kai right away—I couldn’t bear to see that flash of violence in his eyes again—but by Sunday night, the weight of it was crushing me.

I’d bought it on a trip to Paris two years ago and never used it. I sat on the edge of our bed, pen in hand, and wrote the first thing that came to mind. Fantasy #1 I want you to fuck me on your desk after work hours. Door locked. City lights on. Security cameras rolling. I want to feel like the dirty little secret you can’t resist anymore. Make me cum so hard I forget my own name, then make me say yours anyway. I stared at the words for a long minute, heat pooling low in my belly just from writing them. My pulse was racing like I’d already done it.

With a skirt this short, anyone walking behind me would easily see them. I continued unpacking: black high-heeled shoes, and a black suit jacket that was big enough to wear but clearly not designed to hide much of my chest. I thought the bag was empty and started to put it away when I heard something shift inside. I reached in and found two more items. The first was a pair of glasses. I didn’t wear glasses, but when I slipped them on, I saw they were plain lenses, obviously meant to enhance the slutty secretary look. The second item made me pause, a black rubber butt plug, two inches wide and five inches long.

“Get your ass out here before I call your mother, your therapist, and the damn Pope!” Still, I didn’t open the door. I didn’t eat. Didn’t shower. Didn’t speak. I just laid there—blanket over my head, curtains drawn tight, the world shut out completely. No phone. No light. No music. Not even TV. Just me and my disgusting truth. I was that girl. The one who slept with her best friend’s brother. The one who kept it a secret. For over a year. I told myself it didn’t mean anything. That I was just a body to Mason. Just a convenience.