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.

“Tell my men that August took me, okay? I have to go out. That other guy out there is sort of my baby daddy – another baby, but still… You ready?” She yanked the door open and threw herself out, landing in August’s startled arms with enough force that the air was knocked from his lungs. She heard the door snick shut behind her as the four men focused on her. “Aislen Carter,” August looked down at her with a smirk. “What a pleasure. And what an unusual entrance.” (I shouldn’t be so surprised that Aislen Carter is the Secret Keeper. She has always been trouble) slipped through the contact. F-k, Aislen grimaced, as if it wasn’t bad enough to be touching the slime ball, he had to be inside her h

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."

EVELYN’S POV I make my way through the dimly lit private room of the club, itching to get my mind off work. I left Evelyn Harper at the entrance of the club, and now, only Mistress V remains, a confident woman in latex and a mask covering my face. This is my escape, after a day of being the invisible secretary who fetches coffee and schedules meetings for the most terrifying man in the city, I can be Mistress V. I can finally be seen, I can give out orders. This is why I love Mistress V, she lives a life that is opposite to mine, and when I’m her, I forget the hell I live through as Evelyn.

Being a secretary had certainly not been for her. Then there was the scent of her, the taste of her that could drive him to insanity. He licked the edge of his lips and tasted her on him. Wanting more, he brought his mouth to hers again. Gently this time, softly, as if telling a story, as though painting a picture. And for a moment, Isabella forgot to fight, only to push him away aging in disgust when he tried to deepen the kiss, "Isabella." he sighed out like a chant.