The Secret Place Novels & Stories

It is imbedded in her system, impossible to be forgotten. “Right. There. We’re safe there.” Harper nodded, unbelievable. She and Grandma Laura’s bound to a fresh start. To top it all, with her child in her arms. What would anyone wish for? Grandma Laura led the way this time. She said the path towards the secret place she was saying is through a waterfall and that they’re not headed to the city. They don’t need anything from the city. “A waterfall? What kind of place are you talking about, Grandma? Is there such a place?”

"There’s so much to see! I have to show you all my favorite places!" Kayla followed closely behind, her excitement growing as they ventured from one place to another. They visited Caleb’s secret hideout in the woods, a small, quiet spot surrounded by tall trees that provided a sense of peace and adventure all at once. Next, they stopped by the lake, its surface shimmering under the midday sun, where Caleb told her stories of the times he had raced with the other kids and the thrilling dives he had taken off the rocks.

I pretended like I didn't hear him because I'm very well aware that it is not the right place to let out my pride. That's how we both started to search the book named "The Hidden secrets." until 2 O'clock but the damn book nowhere to find. Hunger knocked my stomach frequently begging me to eat something although I reminded her that we are here to search the book, not for eating, but couldn't able to control myself I asked him shyly, "Why don't we eat and resume our searching?" but no response. "Blake, I'm hungry." I turned around and whined like a baby but the place where he stood before was empty.

It was one of the oldest houses in the pack. Our pack was also one of the oldest ones in the United States, we were in the great state of Alabama. Rolling hills of green trees and mostly poverty. We were hidden away deep in the forests that hid us from the world outside. We liked it like that. College for us was in Tennessee. Right outside of Chattanooga. I could not wait to go. I went inside and threw my backpack down and took off my shoes. My parents wouldn't be home till late and I needed to study. Which of course didn't happen. As soon as I showered and sat on my bed I passed out face first into my Calculus book.

Seeing the misunderstanding and wanting- no needing- to keep it from escalating, he added, "Haven't added another secretary since you left. Finbarr does everything around here. My only secretary is you." Isabella remembered those three years she had worked as his secretary and narrowed her eyes, "Couldn't possibly be easy to report to you about your girlfriends and such." "There aren't any girlfriends, Isabella." "Hmm." "Bella…" but whatever he had to say was interrupted by the woman who had knocked, irritating Ronan. Why was he being disturbed at such a time? Seeing his frustration, Isabella shook her head, "Let Maeve come in. I'll hide." Ronan wrinkled his brows, "Hide? What for? You said

I wasn’t sure how to react. “Hey, Can I talk to you?” I nodded, stepping a little closer. His head hung the lowest I had ever seen. He seemed to be disconnected, not making any eye contact. “Sure, what about?” I asked. He glanced around. “Not here,” he answered, “meet me on the track field. I’ll text you the time.” And with that said, he walked away. It felt like this meeting was supposed to be a secret and boy was I tired of secrets.

He then grabbed a chair from beside me and put it in front of me before taking a seat on it so he was just facing me. "Listen up, darling, I've dealt with enough shit for the past years and I'm not in a mood to deal with more so spill the fucking beans already. Tell me where the hell he's hiding and I'll let you go." "Well, darling, I'd like to tell you if I knew who the fuck you're talking about. I've been alive for twenty years now and never have I ever heard of any Joseph or whatever." I replied honestly with a hint of annoyance in my voice. "Unless you're talking about Joseph Morgan. I tell you, that man is so—" he cut me off, "shut up."

My eyes darted instinctively to the screen, where the bold text of Estelle’s message dropped down, For a brief moment, I was transported away from the conversation at the table, caught up in the anticipation that Estelle’s message stirred within me. The temptation to respond, to find out what secrets she held, was almost overwhelming. It read: I HAVE A SECRET TO REVEAL TO YOU ABOUT YOUR FAVORITE PERSON. PICK ME UP AT MY HOUSE TOMORROW AND LET'S SIT OUT AT THE PARK.

"It's a shabby place. Hope you won't mind." He said nothing, but his eyes were searching the place. Then, he saw the keys.

The sound of students faded until only the rustle of leaves and the crunch of our steps filled the air. After a few more minutes, the trees opened into a small clearing. In the middle of it was a lake. The water was still, smooth like glass, reflecting the sky above. The air smelled fresh, and sunlight shimmered on the surface. Morgan stopped near the edge and turned to look at me. “This is my secret place,” he said quietly. “Secret?” I asked, glancing around. “You mean no one else comes here?” He shook his head. “No one. I don’t let anyone in. But…” He looked at me with that familiar half-smile. “You can come anytime. Especially at night. The moonlight hits the lake, it’s more beautiful the