Novel & Cerita The Secrets Of Us

Secrets have a way of surfacing when you least expect them. They linger in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to unravel everything you thought you knew. That moment came for me on an otherwise ordinary afternoon, sitting at my desk with a cup of lukewarm coffee and a stack of contracts to review. It started with an email—one I almost ignored. The subject line read, “Urgent: For Serena’s Eyes Only.” Curiosity got the better of me. Clicking it open, I found a series of documents attached, accompanied by a brief, cryptic note: “You need to know the truth about Marcus.”

(Kazumi’s POV) Every person has secrets which they want to hide from the world. Some secrets are innocent and sweet like having a crush on someone or secretly dating someone. But there are several dark secrets of a person which he/she tries to bury deep inside their heart because once it’s out it can turn their life upside down. But what if you have the ability to hear these secrets? This obviously sounds impossible and weird but believe me I do have the ability to hear a person’s secret just by looking into his/her eyes. For some people this ability may sound as a boon but try putting yourself in my shoes, to be able to hear all those weird and even scary secrets of people who have innocent

A girl can dream. I flash my I.D. badge at the desk security guard, who no doubt believes he actually works for a porn warehouse, and make my way to the back of the building, past aisles and aisles of storage boxes of smut. At the very back of the warehouse is a standard bookshelf lined with DVD’s. I look for the current secret video—Jurassic Puss, tagline: ‘Life finds a way . . . to cum’—and pull it from the shelf, triggering the mechanism which opens up the secret door leading down to the subterranean building which is the true heart of T.H.E.M.’s operations.

"The things you told me. The crimes. The secrets. You should tell your lawyer. Get ahead of it before...." "Before what?" "Before it all comes out another way." My stomach drops. "What do you mean?" "I mean the SEC is investigating. Your enemies are circling. Secrets don't stay secret forever." "How do you—" "I hear things. I'm married to Damien Hale, remember? He knows people." Right. Damien. I'd almost forgotten she's still married to him. "Is he...does he know? About tonight?" "He knows I'm seeing you. He doesn't know what we talked about."

" You should see this. I believe you have not watched it. " " Where am I supposed to watch it?" Captain Clinton asked. " That's right. But it is on the news. You just have not had the time to check the events of the day. If you did, you would have seen the latest celebrity of the nation. " " And who could that be?" " Captain Clinton of the United States Secret Service." Captain Clinton chuckled. " Spare me that. " " Here. Take a look at this. Sorry you are not watching the whole show. Just this important part. " He handed the laptop over to Captain Clinton.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: SHARED GIRLFRIEND Poppy’s heart raced as she knelt on the large king-sized bed, completely naked. The silk sheets felt cool against her knees. Alvin, her boyfriend of eight months, stood to her left, already stroking his thick cock. Damien, Alvin’s stepbrother, stood to her right, his own impressive erection heavy in his hand. This was supposed to be their secret fantasy. Alvin had been hinting at it for weeks. He was thinking about sharing her with Damien, letting his stepbrother use her body while he watched. Today, he had finally made it real.

It is something Samuel has been keeping from me. The cab to the Upper East Side takes fourteen minutes. I spend all fourteen of them thinking about a woman’s voice on Samuel’s phone at midnight. **** The Thomas townhouse in daylight looks exactly like what it is old money and older secrets, four stories of brownstone that has watched this family perform itself for three decades without blinking. Divine opens the door herself. This has never happened. Divine Thomas has staff for doors. The fact that she opens it herself means she does not want witnesses to this conversation.

"It's not them that want it secret, but I do. I'm not ready to get the spotlight, so I asked them not to say anything for the time being." Jenny narrowed her eyes at her. "You're weird. People usually flaunt their marriage, especially if they're married to billionaires. But you're the opposite." Anna could only let out a chuckle. It didn't bother her at all to find her accusations. "That's what makes me different from them." They talked for the next few minutes. It eased her mind because Anna could speak freely to Jenny. It turned out that having no secret was better than hiding it. But she didn't regret doing it, given her circumstances.

"You panic more, retrieving your things and requesting that I leave." "We don't all live in a fairytale, Mr Burak. Meaning, we all have hidden secrets that are screaming to escape and sometimes you just have to pick your battles wisely to keep those secrets hidden." I feel the need to remind him that the world is still filled with ordinary people who have demons lurking in the shadows. "I dont think-" "I agree, this was a mistake." I quickly cut him off and watch as fine lines etch deeply into his flawless complexion. I'm well aware that those were not the words he was about to utter. But, they should have been, which is why I uttered them for him.