The Secrets She Carried Novels & Stories

She was sick and tired of listening to him. The only thing she wanted to hear from him was the secret he had refused to tell her. Her mom was standing at the top of the staircase when she got there. “Angel.” Emily called softly. “Good evening, mom. And good night.” She muttered as she walked past her. Slipping into her room, she rushed down to the fridge and tugged out a gallon of blood. She didn’t even bother to get a cup as she chugged the blood down straight from the gallon.

She got out the gun that she kept in her favourite jacket and aimed at the spot the key was supposed to go in. A touch on her shoulder made her turn around. Darral stood there with a small key in his hand and amusement on his face. "Your gun is not always a solution, March." She rolled her eyes and took the key from his hand. She jammed the key into its hole and twisted it. It made a pop sound and sprang up on it's own. Inside the little hidden box were magazines, cut outs and some pictures. Selena removed the pictures and Darral squatted next to her and took out the magazines.

“I’ve worked for you long enough to read the pauses.” Naomi smirked. “Maybe you should be the one making the closing arguments.” Sandra tilted her head with a knowing grin. “Isn’t that what you’re already doing? Piece by piece… Secrets Unfold, right?” Naomi blinked. “You remember the name?” “Hard to forget when it’s what you’re living.” Naomi picked up a glass and stared into it like it held some kind of answer. Secrets Unfold. Yes. That’s exactly what today felt like. A day where hidden feelings peeked through smiles, where silence told louder truths than words.

The loud slam of the iron door closing echoed in the cramped space, leaving only my rapid breathing in the darkness. "Why?" I curled up in the corner, my nails digging deep into my palms. I heard a muffled conversation outside the door. Holding my breath, I tried to make out Heath's voice. "The transformation is complete... The drug's effects are irreversible... She won't call the police. There's video footage..." Each word felt like a knife stabbing into my heart. Transformation? Drugs? Video footage? I trembled, suddenly realizing something.

Chaos nodded slowly, “Your secret is safe with us.” Us. “You’re not going to turn me in?” The world seemed to start spinning around me. Greens turned muddy as they blurred together. I think I’m going to be sick. “Kitten, look at me,” Chaos whispered, but I couldn’t look into his eyes. Elliot knew my deepest, darkest secret. He knew all of my secrets. Everything was out in the open, and I felt naked for the first time in my life. I’ve used those secrets as a security blanket, hiding behind them because the truth is ugly. The truth will get me killed. I’m entrusting a man who thinks of me as a means to an end and his demon to quite literally hold my life in their hands, “I’d kill him before he

I walked away before he could notice my expression. Back in our bedroom, I locked the door. Then I pulled the folder from my handbag. I spread the photographs across the bed. Maria. Naomi. Side by side. My heart began pounding. The women didn't look identical. Naomi was more polished, more confident, more striking in a way that made people turn their heads. But the eyes were almost impossible to ignore. I picked up the photograph of Maria. Then Naomi's. My fingers trembled. “No.” I said it again, louder this time.

I hope that we can get by all the stuff that has happened, and she will not hold it against me for disappearing. Scarlett got up and went to the bathroom to tidy herself up. I chucked on a pair of shorts and went into the kitchen to wash my hands and get a drink of water. I could hear small branches snapping outside. There must be a deer wandering around close again to the cabin as the branches snapping sounds like it is right outside my front door.

I'm really confused here and I'm trying to understand all of this. She starts picking her stuffs from the ground and placing it in the green binder. "Oh no, Sam and I have met. So many times. He was the one that persuaded me to move here. You know I don't like New York. Too much happening here." She's done packing her papers. "I was heading out to Sam's office to deliver these documents but since I've finally met you after all these years , let's head to my floor." She says hopefully. I nod slowly.

The file she’d stolen felt heavier with every step, the weight of a thousand secrets digging into her ribs. Every breath she took seemed to echo off the cold stone walls. She pushed forward, skirting piles of broken chairs and torn banners. Daxton had its hidden corridors, its burial grounds of history and lies and she was the only one left to navigate them tonight.

And yet, she had so many secrets, so many layers to herself. It was baffling, to imagine living an entire life keeping all of those secrets so close to your chest. I began thumbing through the pages, scanning the entries. There wasn’t much of note; mostly just complaints about the weather, or fun facts she had learned, or gossip. I tried not to look too much, mostly just looking for keywords: ‘safe’, ‘passcode’, ‘artifact’, ‘peridot’. But as I flipped through, a folded piece of paper slipped from its confines, landing softly on the wooden floor.