The Storyteller's Secret Novels & Stories

Slowly. His eyes grow wide with shock and his top lip curls upward as he lets out an angry snarl. "How long have you been able to speak and understand the language?" His voice is full of animosity. "Long enough to document all your secrets and plans that you openly discussed in front of me." I sigh with happiness and dignity. "You sly bitch!" He rumbles as he drives his hand downwards towards my pounding heart. Once again I squeeze my eyes shut. He will never see them again; they are hidden behind my eyelids in the darkness. He believes he is winning since he is grinning, but I am the winner because I had the last laugh between us.

Nothing is ever taking her from me, ever. **Ruby** "Yes, I'm sorry. I have never told that to anyone, not even Haven." I don't want him to leave. There's something about him that brings out my trust. I know he will keep me safe no matter what. "Do not apologize for how you feel." He kissed my forehead again. My whole body heats up when he touches me. "Haven doesn't know that I’m half shifter, no one knows that either." He was staring into my eyes. It was like he could see all of me, every thought and every secret. I just hope he can't see my most painful secret.

“Do you have no fear? What is wrong with you, you don’t just go opening random doors in secret dirty tunnels.” “Aren’t you just a little bit curious what’s behind the door?” “F**k no!” “Why would Reign and Quintin have a secret tunnel?” “I don’t know why don’t we go find them and ask them?” I roll my eyes and turn the handle. It opens to a dirty dungeon, similar to the one from my dreams. I hear a chain rattle but I can’t see anything it’s so dark. “Think of the sun,” Nina tells me. “Why?”

Again the silence took over us. To break the silence, I said, "So now you know two of my secrets." "Huh?" "My nightmares and my favorite hiding spot. I told you two significant secrets of my life. Don't you dare to tell these to anyone?" I said when she smiled and said, "I will make a screen of 99 Ince in the middle of the city and tell everyone about your secrets. By the way, how come you know this place? I don't think anyone ever comes here." She said as it was empty like a graveyard.

"And the worst part is that I lied to her about my name." "What do you mean?" "That everything she knows is a cover-up of my reality..." he thought, looking at his daughter. "That I didn't tell her my real name..." —"And what is it?" "It 's... Zelig Richter." End of Flashback. Stefan sat on the edge of the pool after leaving the towel and shirt on one of the sun loungers, and started thinking about how he would tell the truth to that young woman with blue eyes who, unexpectedly and unwillingly, was leaving a mark on him with every passing second.

Although two people were affected, it was a problem because one person had remained conscious. They would face a lot of problems if other people discovered their tricks. The woman's tricks were extraordinary. Even a powerful person with superb strength would find it difficult to get rid of her attack. These so-called strong experts would only end up falling for her trick. At this time, the storyteller went on stage, and he was the person Philip had been waiting for. Through the storyteller, they could learn a lot of new things about this place. The storyteller started by telling them about various trivial matters among the big families.

I went back to being a bro, the smart one, the classroom perfectionist. I took refuge in my room in my book. If my father had been loving, kind, or comforting, he would have read me my favorite stories every night as my mother had. Instead, he looked at the distraught eight-year-old girl who just lost her mother and asked, “Aren’t you old enough to read by yourself?” to which I nodded and went back to my room, alone. For the very first time, I opened my little blue book, Fairytales for Fairy Princesses. Inside were stories I had never heard of and symbols I’d never seen. Even as a small child, I knew this was something I shouldn’t have, it felt forbidden, and above all, it was a secret. My m

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

Honestly, I didn’t. “You don’t have to tell me now. Go to sleep. Tell me when it dawns on you. No rush. Go to sleep now.” He said and turned to his side. I got up. I needed to get some water. I was feeling a sordid dryness in my throat. Just then, he turned towards me and said: For the greatest story-tellers, telling their story is their deepest yearning. It’s their way of life.

Something in my chest flutters, fragile as a baby bird. Goddess above, that’s terrifying. Estrella mumbles something. I lean closer. “What?” “Keep… going,” she manages. “Anything.” “Okay.” I nod. “I can do that.” I launch into a story from when Baz and I were young, one that doesn’t make us look good. After that, I tell a couple stories about Finn and Ingrid. When she still wants more, I just start describing the secret passages in the castle, where they lead, and who I think built them.