The Secret Show Novels & Stories

I truly wished she wouldn't do anything else. She was so close to my private parts that I could clearly feel her breath brushing against my skin with every inhale. My body trembled without permission. Along with the shame, there was also a hidden pulse of excitement I couldn't deny. The moment I realized that, a wave of fear washed over me. What the hell was wrong with me? "Wait… why does this thing kinda look like Shawn's?"

Liam was going to kill him. “I came here because I found out Abigail works here”. Lucy said, ignoring his question. “And????” Damon asked. Lucy sighed. “I’m so sorry if I sounded rude Damon, It’s just that................” (Lucy leaned towards Damon’s table and whispered something to him for almost two minutes.) “Oh my God, Lucy, How could you keep such a big secret to yourself?” Damon asked furiously. Lucy shrugged. “I guess that’s why I was so determined to find out about Abigail’s whereabouts.”

"Just talking." Max's eyes narrowed, flicking between us. "Looks like more than talking. Be careful, man. Family stuff like this? It blows up fast." He walked off. Hours later, my phone buzzed: Max's text. "I know your secret. Tell them or I will?"

They chuckled at my avoidance. "Ana, does he know about your daughter?" Via's question pulled me back to the reality of the situation, urging the issue forward. My grip on the bottle tightened. "He doesn't need to know anymore. We didn't...," I attempted to explain, but Riley interjected. "But there's a history between you two," she continued, making me feel more exposed. Elena's laughter followed, only amplifying my unease. "So, you're keeping Amari's father a secret from him? What if she starts asking about her dad?" Via's question cut through the light banter, and I nervously sipped the beer, my thoughts spiraling.

That was how they worked, in silent communication and sync, so much so that they never accepted other people to switch or join them. Selena squatted at the end of the hallway by the wall where there was a fluffy door mat and ran her hand through it. Smooth, no lump or irregularities meaning it was either still new or never used. She moved it and smiled at her finding. A tiny key hole. Typical rich people. She thought. They either had a secret something behind a painting or behind a book shelf or under their floor boards. The owner of the house fell under the last category, thus explaining the thick ceiling. She pulled at one of the boards but it didn't budge. Pushing it didn't work out eithe

“You don’t get to stand here and act like a victim, Victoria. You knew exactly what this engagement was.” " Just stop playing the victim here Victoria" he said not turning to look at her. " Oh wow I'm playing the victim you say. Drake you know, I agreed to all this for your image but I won't let you humiliate me. What do you want people to think of le when they find out about your "Secret"? Worst of it all with your office boy" She said her nose flaring in anger. " Leave! I said leave Victoria! I'm not having this conversation with you."

Angela shouted, closing the suitcase again and shoving it before Gilberd. "Especially Uncle. Uncle has no right to keep all this when the head of the family is already there, "cried Gilbert. "All of this is yours, Angela. So save it!" Dareen exclaimed. Angela looked at Regan, and Regan nodded his head. "The other wealth is in a secret room, which is the big vault of this family. And the key is with you, which is the symbol of the key to the Gonemanus family," Gilberd exclaimed.

He looked up at me and something about his expression made me feel nervous. "Good," he said. "Really good actually. I think I found someone perfect." "That's great," I said and I smiled. "When do they start?" "Monday," he said. "Her name is Karen Tyler." That night, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep but my brain wouldn't shut off. I kept thinking about the doctor appointment and the money and Damian's stress and this new secretary he seemed so excited about. Something felt off but I couldn't figure out what it was. It was like a weird feeling in my stomach that wouldn't go away.

I have two hours to kill, so I lounge on the mattress in my boxer briefs, and start going through my pitch to my clients. A sudden scream Pierces through, In the blissful silence of triple glazed windows, the sound is piercingly loud. My papers slide off my lap as I jump off the bed. Sprinting throughout the lounge, I throw open my secretary’s bedroom door, and skid to a stop. She’s standing in the center of the room, clutching a small towel to her. She spins around and stutters.. Oh shit! "Eros, I mean, Sir”She stutters nervously.

And the secret inside me? Would soon be impossible to hide.