The Secret She Keeps Novels & Stories

Until I Met Him The New Beginning Everyone got his own secret that he is hiding away from the world, everyone get a past that they never wants to go back to, everyone got a past life they wants leave behind so do I Kaira. I get a past and a secret that no one knows about a secret I am going to keep away from the world until I take my last breath because that is the only way to keep him secure and away from danger the only way to bring him out of danger.

Logαn cut in, “Liαnα stαys hidden. You keep her αwαy from αll this. No one must know. Not yet.” Steve nodded slowly. “Exαctly. You love her, we get thαt. We’ve seen it. But she’s your secret, Killiαn. Your dirty secret. Αnd for now, thαt’s how it hαs to stαy.” My chest tightened.

“Even if you get fired, you can always come back to me. I'll offer you sometime better than this. You may leave now.” She nodded, “Thank you, ma'am.” She pushed open the door, stepping out. “Remember. A secret remains a secret if kept. It will become a problem when leaked out.” “I'm not going to tell anyone.” She said, and closed the car door. I watched her walk away, her hair blowing in the wind, as she re-entered the hotel. I prepared another call. Immediately, Selena had entered the hotel, I had called for Lucy wanting to know if she had prepared the tea with my seductive flower, and also to know if she had rubbed the cookies with it.

my chest immediately tightened up as my heart began to beat like a drum that was being hit with sticks and it was hard to casually laugh It off but that was what I did and somehow I successfully made the moment more awkward than it already was. " What do you mean if I'm keeping a secret from you?" she seem to want to rub her eyes but resisted and asked me again the same question without adding or removing anything from the sentence if I was keeping something away from her and I kept obviously that I was showing off that she had it should I tell her the truth now "Actually there is something that I am keeping from you..."

She wasn’t sure how she missed it. Where would the alpha hide the key? Blowing out a breath, she felt under the underside of the desk, searching. She felt nothing but the smooth wood. “Damn it,” she cursed again. He probably had it on him. Only an idiot would hide the key on the actual desk. So how did she open it?

she asks as her lip quivers slightly. I nod and place my arm nervously around her waist as she snuggles up to me. Her scent invades my nostrils and I resist inhaling deeply. In this short moment, I feel like I am in heaven, until I hear her soft sniffles. She’s crying. Why is she crying? I back my head slightly and lift her chin with my hand to meet my gaze. Her tears glisten in the low light and I wipe them away as they fall. “You can tell me. I will always keep your secrets,” I whisper to her. I caress her cheek with my thumb as she continues to stare at me.

He held it up, inspecting it against the window light. A layer of fine brown powder had settled at the bottom of the yellowish liquid. Mason shook it, shoved it into his briefcase, and zipped it shut. "The lab results will take three days. For these three days, don't touch her milk," he said, looking up. For once, those eyes—weathered by three divorces—looked dead serious. "Stay sharp, and keep your eyes open. Find out exactly what she's been hiding from you."

I lied smoothly, keeping my eyes locked on hers without flinching. “At 1:00 AM in the middle of a storm?” She raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Remember where you are, Nyxaria. Every secret kept under this roof eventually rots.” A scoff escaped me before I could stop it. That was extremely rich coming from someone who was fucking her husband's right-hand man. I don't even know why I even kept her secret. She may be my mate's mother but she was a bitch through and through. Fuck me for being a girls' girl, right?

She opened her mouth several times like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out of her mouth. “It’s fine, Emily. I’ll tell John about it. You don’t have to…” “No!” She suddenly shrieked, taking me aback. “No, no, no, no, no….” She denied vehemently. “You can’t do that. You can’t tell John. No, no one must know about it. It’s… it’s my secret. Mine to tell, mine to keep.” She said, sounding unstable. “Why are you so worked up?” I asked, and she looked at me, with something like desperation in her eyes.

She sat up, clutching her chest, waiting for the feeling to fade, but the sensation of that cold, sharp presence lingered in the back of her mind, a phantom scent of pine still clinging to her senses. She didn't wake up screaming. She didn't call out. She simply sat there, staring into the dark, realizing with a cold certainty that she couldn't tell them. Not Idris. Not Alistair. Especially not Morrha. Whatever this was, it was hers, and it was also her secret to share and she felt it best to keep it a secret for now.