Novel & Cerita The Secrets Of Us

over every fucking thing. That’s why I said yes when my friend Marisol texted me about this rooftop thing in Bushwick, it wasn’t some random bar night. It was one of those invite-only lesbian parties the girls in the know whisper about, the ones with the password at the door and the guest list that gets passed around in DMs. They call it “Siren” and it happens like twice a summer. Everyone’s hot, everyone’s queer, and nobody’s pretending they’re there to network.

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

Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"

It Runs In The Family Thalia What the actual fuck???? Thalia was making her way through the dream scape, throwing her secret message around like fucking confetti when she sensed something so alluring she knew it had to be some kind of gift from the gods. It was warmth, it was like chocolate fucked peanut butter then rolled in Carmel, sex on fire. It was a hum that made her toes curl a bit. So..she ran to it. not walked but...ran. She could hear things more clearly now, she was stepping into somewhere new, and somewhere new had a deep husky voice mumbling something, grunting quiet moans.

secrets. "

Sienna stated indifferently as she pulled a file from her backpack, “You can adapt to their preferences if you need to get in touch with them again in the future. You will find it useful.” The file was pretty thick. Each piece of paper included a thorough record of those specific details. Sienna had made some special markings on the file. It recorded their family secrets, which were hidden from the outside world. Zeke was shocked. ‘How did Sienna learn about so many secrets? Has Sienna grown up in the capital city since she was a child?’ Of course, he did not voice the question. Sienna was able to read his mind. Zeke knew as well that she wouldn’t answer his question.

Lisa said and cut the call. My eyes tilted on its axis at her words and my hands were shaking profusely as I quickly clicked on the link in my mail to see what she was talking about. Justin's hands were on my back, patting me to make me calm down because I was sure my blood pressure would measure high if I were to be tested at the time. Jason's gaze was also fixed on me, and I could see how his eyes were laced with concern. My eyes widened in shock when I saw the post and the hashtags used. “THE SECRET LIFE OF DR. CAMILLA WESLEY, THE NEW PRESIDENT OF THE WESLEY GROUP EXPOSED.

The silence made Alaya look up too. “Is that…?” she asked slowly. “Turn the volume up.” Tasha grabbed the remote and hit the button. “So she’d been his side chick all along?” the interviewer asked, brows raised with performative shock. “Oh yeah,” said a familiar voice — dripping with fake sweetness. Alaya’s heart dropped. Selena. “He used to take her on yachts, private vacations, spoil her rotten,” Selena went on, flipping her wig dramatically. “She was basically draining him dry.”

Fuck and be fucked. Everyone talks about the club, but not everyone can get in. As you can already imagine, only the top 1% of the US go here. Or perhaps we could include the less wealthy. The ones who would use their lifetime savings to buy a week ticket. I’m proud of it; not only has it made me privy to information and secrets of these people, it has made them fear me and shut their mouths forever. One thing you should know about Politicians. They like to fuck, but don’t know how to. Oh yes, another thing, they’re fucking draining the country’s money.

Autumn had never truly believed in keeping secrets, lying, or avoiding reality. She knew she wasn't perfect—she'd told her share of little white lies, hidden things from her aunt, covered up crushes, failed quizzes, even fibbed about where she’d been after curfew back when she used to hang out with Calvin. But this? This was something else entirely. This secret throbbed in her chest like a second heartbeat, heavy and insistent, every time she glanced at the man lying in the spare bedroom. It was the kind of secret that demanded attention, refusing to be buried beneath ordinary worries.