The Secrets Of My Life Novels & Stories

I start, trying to catch myself from completely falling apart, “There is something I need to tell you.” “What do you need to tell me?” “That secret.” “The kitchen secret?” “Yes, that secret.” “Tell me I like secrets.” “Well, I have this problem.” “A problem?” “It's not really a problem.” “It's a good problem?” “Yes, something like that.” “How can a secret be a problem.” “Okay, it's just a secret.” “Are you sure?” “Sure about what?” “That the secret is a secret and not a good problem.” “You are confusing me.”

A faint frown forms on my lips. “What is this…” I murmur under my breath. I slide a finger under the flap and tear it open. A single white sheet. I pull it out and unfold it. The moment my eyes land on the words, my entire body goes still. I KNOW YOUR SECRET AND THE TRUTH YOU ARE TRYING TO HIDE. AMARA ROOSEVELT. My breath catches. My fingers tremble so violently the paper almost slips from my grip. No. No… no, no…

“I’m fine with whatever you want to do as long as I’m given food, but we need to compromise here. One secret each. I have told you two secrets, now you tell me the other one.” My first secret, is the fact that I am a human. My second is… “I…” I pursed my lips, while gazing at him. “Would you believe me if I tell you that this world is a story inside a book I have read in my past life?” The surrounding instantly turned quiet. “…What?” Clairmont’s deep voice is laced with surprise. His lips closed up, before parting again as if wanting to say something to me, yet he suddenly halted.

I knew exactly what he was doing. "I got this Justin," I said softly, "I'm pretty sure the whole table wants to hear." I glanced around and every single one of them stared, even Mya and Amy. Everyone was here except for Dino and Brooke. "See?” Their attention was on me. Justin stared out at his friends. "I was 14 years old when I had my first kiss with Emett, a few weeks later, Ryan Wingo raped me on my fifth-tenth birthday, of course I didn't realize that then, so I dated him. Months later, I realized who he was, and I ended the relationship. Soon after that, I started receiving pictures of the rape. We were going to the police when Ryan showed up at my home. That nigh, I watched him kill A

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

Because she is the one, who cared and loved me for all these years other than my granny. I loosen my tie and slammed the files upon the table...suddenly George opened the door and ran inside the room.... He collected the papers and files that fallen down and asked "Young Master....is everything...." I cut off him and yelled "Leave me alone..." He silently went out without uttering a word and closed the door. ************************ Lara's POV

I do not know how many and how heavy those secrets are. "We're bored" she answered. I shrugged at that. They seem to be looking busy, but then, no one knows the real deal. "And besides, it doesn't concern you," she said almost in a whisper. I went silent after that. Is it always like this? I am not even asking if it concerns me or not! They're weird! Hell! ~Now I've got thicker skin I'm a warrior I'm stronger than I've ever been And my armor is made of steel, you can't get in

My dark, unfazed eyes that were securely hidden behind my crystal clear gold-rimmed specks were glued on the tablet on my right hand as I rested my butt on my desk, calculative twirly the vodka that I occasionally took tidbit of sips from, dangling on my other hand with my back against the office and Chris, while the city lights that protruded from the vast city, reflected on my hard features from my up-to-down, transparent glass windows. A week. It's been exactly a week since I let everything that had been eating me up from within and beneath my surface out, the enormous, overwhelming secret, The loud echoes, growls, and cries from that night, a scene which I had carried in my head with me

Moonlight filtered through branches in silver shards. “I know,” he said without preamble. “I’ve known since the park. The way you look at each other. The way you move around each other like you’re scared someone will notice how much you want to touch. It’s obvious, Alex. And it’s fucked up.” “Max—” “Tell them.” His voice cracked. “Tell your dad. Tell Lisa. Before someone else figures it out and it explodes. I’m not going to be the one who keeps this secret for you forever. It’s eating me alive.”

My eyes lingered on their faces. "Respectable Alphas," I whispered mockingly. Then I logged into the secret account I created weeks ago. No name. No trace. Just a shadow in the web. I uploaded the video and typed the caption: "Secret life of the respectable Alphas." I clicked post. And just like that, the whole world was about to see them for who they really were. I put my phone down, lay on the bed, and stared at the ceiling. My heart wasn’t racing. My hands weren’t shaking. I felt calm.