The Secret Place Novels & Stories

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.

Slid it under my pillow, where it lived with all my other secrets. Safe. For now.

Grace still had a lot to learn, especially since Elena wasn’t doing a good job in the baby-making department. Thinking about Elena reminded me of the conversation that I had had with Mike the other day when he suggested that I should go and see the oracle. I had tried acting like I had never seen a witch in my life but the truth was that I had consulted with a witch, but that was a secret that I was never going to share with anyone. A secret that was shared was not a safe secret and at this point I was the only person who was alive who knew this secret and I had every intention of keeping it like that.

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

The secretary forced out a smile at them again as her eyes locked with Sadiqah’s sister’s. They have been sitting at the reception room for over one hour… “He has some visitors.” The secretary explained and they both know they had to wait and they did wait and it is been over an hour that they have been waiting. “Just be patient.” Her sister had told her. Some few minutes later, the door opened and they heard some laughter and the guests came out; it was Aziza, Musadiq with Hibah in his hands.

He says, but Melody shakes her head. “No, follow me.” She says and I look at James and we both follow behind her. Not knowing what she wants to say to us. I wring my hands nervously and my heart is pounding in my chest. We leave through the back of the clubhouse and towards the place we have a secret spot. “Harmony, we are … “Don’t, just don’t. I’m surprised this place is still standing.” She says as she takes in our secret spot. “No one other than us has been here well apart from our parents, that is,” James tells her. His voice is small and unsure. Melody just nods her head and walks to sit down on the bean bags we have. Our secret spot is an old shed. It is warm and dry.

She was far from home and she was in unknown territory. Finding what he was looking for, he tilted the book with the title on its spine, To Kill A Mockingbird. A resounding click was heard, and the bookshelves parted into two like the Red Sea to reveal the titanium door with a security pad on the side. Phil punched in the codes in haste, and before you know it, they were inside the secret room.

kept circling in her head like a weight she couldn’t shake. Finally, she snapped her notebook shut and turned to Becky and Sussy. “Come on. Both of you.” Becky blinked. “Where are we going?” “You’ll see.” Annie grabbed their hands before they could protest and pulled them along. They wound past the chatter-filled hallways, across the empty stretch behind the science block, until they reached their secret spot. It wasn’t much—just a quiet corner hidden by ivy-covered walls and a crooked old bench under a jacaranda tree. But it was theirs, a place where they could speak freely.

My secret, the one I’d buried so deep, was about to rise with the moon. I wanted to vanish. Suddenly, a memory struck me, Nicklaus's words to me that night. “This place,” he’d said, “no one comes here but me. It’s quiet and safe, you're officially the second person that knows about it.” The stream. The little hidden place just beyond the ridge, tucked behind the brambles and the stones shaped like crescent moons. No one else knew about it. It suddenly struck me. Maybe... maybe I could hide there until the night was over. Maybe no one would notice, not with the pack spread out through the forest.

Confirmations of their suspicions. My secret, the one I’d buried so deep, was about to rise with the moon. I wanted to vanish. Run. Run. Suddenly, a memory struck me, so vivid it was like I’d stepped into it. Hyde's words to me that night. “This place,” he’d said, “no one comes here but me. It’s quiet and safe, you're officially the second person that knows about it.” The stream. The little hidden place just beyond the ridge, tucked behind the brambles and the stones shaped like crescent moons. No one else knew about it.