Novel & Cerita The Secrets She Carried

She took hold of one of the plates in the strainer and flung it against the wall before taking off, not even sparing a glance back at Rehida. She was sure someone, if not the woman herself would storm after her, but no one did. She spotted a cracked door and carelessly threw herself inside, slamming it and locking it behind her. She stayed there breathing hard, listening for footsteps, there was only silence. She let out a deep breath her attention shifting to the room. It looked like an office? kind of anyways. Directly Infront of her was a huge window, black curtains blocking the view outside, and Infront of that a massive cherry wood desk with a wheelie chair big enough for a rhino positi

My name was Vera Stone, and I was a corporate executive. To the outside world, I was poised, aloof, and had a tall frame with curves in all the right places and a figure that turned heads. No one knew that since I was young, I had struggled with deep, strong lust desires. I was easily affected by powerful, masculine men, and sometimes just catching a scent of their cologne was enough to stir my body's reaction. I was married to Stevie Murray for half a year. Whenever we made out in bed at night, he would joke that I was made of water because we would leave the sheets soaked every single time.

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It sounds like two hungry animals are fighting for dominance. Cautiously, I took two slow steps towards that noise and witnessed that Rakesh and Emiem were kissing, hungrily. I don't know whether to be happy nor sad. Why him? Of all people why him? How the hell he got that syringe? Not wanting to reveal myself there, I turned my back and headed back to my cabin. The only source I have with mine is "The Hidden Secrets" and I have read it many times but couldn't able to find any new things as some of the words on pages 14 and 15 were a blur as someone caused this purposely.

He disappeared from her life, and she was left to raise their daughter, Flora, all alone. Veronica had kept Flora's existence a secret from everyone, even her family. She was afraid that Chris would come back and take her away from her, or worse, force her to get rid of the child. She had managed to keep the secret hidden for eleven years, but now it was all coming to light, and she was not ready to face the consequences.

The rawness of the experience only fueled her desire to emerge anew, shedding her inhibitions and insecurities. As the last remnants of her untamed wilderness disappeared, leaving behind only silky smoothness, Liza's soul ignited with an undeniable power. She was stripped not only of her physicality but also of the burdens that had weighed her down for far too long. A profound sense of liberation embraced her being, urging her to break free from the chains of self-doubt.

Would perhaps always have weight — she had accepted this, understood that some memories did not lose their weight but simply became more portable, became things you could carry without being governed by them. She carried it. Boarded the plane. And flew toward the city that had been the location of so much of what had happened, the city that appeared in the story she had written as the place where secrets found room to breathe, and understood, somewhere over the clouds, that she was reclaiming it.

I was over the moon being able to help her in her most vulnerable state, after I spoon fed her, she was fast asleep again. I brushed her hair out of her face, I began to think 'any man would be so lucky to be hers, so tiny yet so fierce, she didn't need any man, yet here I was hoping she would pick me' I tore my gaze from her as I went and got my backpack. I always carried extra clothes in my trunk just in case I had to go out of town or stay late at the office. 'I hope she doesn't mind if I use her shower'

And then, at the very bottom of the box, we got to my diary. The one that I had hidden in a secret compartment in the dresser that I thought my mother knew nothing about. The one that I had written in about the bullying and abuse that I suffered. The one that I had confided some of my darkest and deepest insecurities. Ashley saw my face and frowned. “Jenna?” “It’s my … my … my d-d-d-d-iary,” I whispered. “It’s here. Which means she found it. Which means… she read it.”

Halva Renn gave me nothing. She nodded. Wrote it down. Said she would prepare. Told me to rest. Then she gathered her things and left just as she had countless times before. An old physician. A keeper of secrets for thirty years. Carrying one more. I remained alone in the east drawing room after the door shut behind her. I still didn’t know what she was. But I had given the truth a form only she could carry. Now, I would wait to see if it walked.