The Secret Summaries Novels & Stories

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."

I said and stuffed a pillow and blanked into his arms as I push him out of the room "Violet," he tried to say something else when I slammed the door in his face (POV) Violet went to bed angry and Ralph stormed out of the house and drove to his mother's house Not one of them knew that the two kids heard everything and decided to take off as they left the house they got themselves into even more trouble Turns out that their abusive foster father found them What will happen next on Family's secret? Will Violet and Ralph find the two boys in time or will the two be too late... (2308 words)

Life’s karma really doesn’t miss, does it? If you were Melissa, would you keep the results secret or use them as your weapon? Choose carefully — secrets have a way of burning down empires. Yours in plotting, Zera

Seb finally says. "Name it." I swallow. "You play Cold Secrets with me." *** Cold Secrets. The sadistic game that Seb invented when we were kids, in one of our almost daily trips to the 7/11 near our school. The rules are simple. We each drink a Slurpee and try to stop a brain freeze and whoever’s unsuccessful at it tells the other person a secret. The first time I played it, my migraine didn't stop for days and I vowed to never let him talk me into it again. Obviously, since I just agreed at doing it with him again now, I have failed my past self.

My feelings for this woman right here, will never change. "You look so beautiful and radiant" I compliment, causing her to blush. "Thank you" "Are you back for good?" I question, hoping she's not going to leave again. "Yes, I am" I kiss her again, deeper this time, relishing in the oh-so-familiar taste of my wife's mouth. It feel like fucking ages since I kissed her, and I can't wait to make love to her, and when I start, I won't stop. "No hidden secrets?" She asks, referring to our lives five years ago "No hidden secrets" THE END.

Van said as one by one memories starts to come back, “there is a door somewhere here that will take you to a secret world.” “You can never go back to your world,” the demonic voice spoke again. “Do show yourself now!” Van shouted sounding braver than he is. “You’re mine…” And a door in the end of the hallway burst opens. Like a great whirlpool, it sucks everything around. Van tries to hold on to a hole on the floor, but the floorboard gave way. “Use me,” said another voice, “use me to save yourself.”

The secret was no longer small or sweet. It was massive, addictive, and hurtling toward inevitable discovery. And I had never been wetter in my life. The tension could no longer be contained. Victor’s next plan involved something so reckless it might finally force the secret into the light… whether we wanted it to or not.

She decided to tell him most of the details of the call, holding back only one small part she felt was too intimate to share right now — the precise smell, the full physical sensation of the pain, details that felt too personal to say out loud even to the closest person to her in this whole story. They met at a quiet café far from the station this time, at Daniel's own suggestion, who seemed eager to keep their unofficial meetings away from the eyes of his recently tense superiors. Daniel listened with total seriousness as she recounted the details of the call, his face growing darker with every new sentence.

Fergus was working on something on his laptop. His secretary came into the room. sir, "Yes, what is up?" Fergus exclaimed, glancing at his secretary briefly. "Here is a package for you." The secretary kept a small box on Fergus's desk. "Who sent it?" he asked. "I don't know. There is no sender's name. Okay, then you may go." The secretary left Fergus's room. Fergus took the flash disk from the box he had opened.