The Storyteller's Secret Novels & Stories

I wasn’t making any sense! “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to Tara. I don’t mind…whatever this is. I won’t tell anyone, you know that. I’m your secret keeper,” he said with a grin. I sighed, my racing heart slowing down slightly. The others had caught up to us and passed around us. I waited until everyone had gone out of hearing range.

If I were to unintentionally reveal their secret to the world, her reputation would be shattered. Sam acknowledged the validity of her concern. Given that I spent time away from the house, an accidental slip of the tongue on my part could have serious consequences for both of them. I felt a surge of secret triumph hearing their worries. Their anxiety played right into my hands, as I knew the most effective way to ensure someone keeps a secret is to involve them in it directly. So I pretended to be dumb, wiped my face, and laughed foolishly at Fenelle for wetting the bed at her age.

Even you, oh Princess, In your cold room, Watch the stars, That tremble with love And with hope. But my secret is hidden within me, My name no one shall know, No... no... On your mouth, I will tell it, When the light shines. And my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine! (No one will know his name and we must, alas, die.) Vanish, o night! Set, stars! Set, stars! At dawn, I will win! I will win! I will win! It was a beautiful piece, and for a while, Rebecca got lost in the song until William cleared his throat.

Amidst the charged atmosphere, Kendra interjects, "Seriously, Jonathan, you can't leave us hanging like this. What's the family secret?" Jonathan, the master of suspense, leans back, relishing the attention, "Well, since you're all so eager, here it goes." He begins to unravel the intricate details, each word drawing us deeper into the story.

“Age thirty-four. Pharmacist. Raised in Seville. Moved to the States at twenty-one. Met you a few years back at the airport—” I shook my head, my breath breaking. I didn’t want to hear anything else. “Stop!” I rasped, pressing both hands to my ears. “Stop, stop, stop!” He didn’t. He kept talking, detailing memories I had never written down, never said aloud, moments I thought belonged only to me. The Cloak wove every one of my secrets into a story. Or rather, a weapon. “Stop,” I yelled when I could no longer stomach it. “Stop talking about him.”

To look after his pride, I hadn't told him I possessed a manor of several thousand square meters in Narshe, complete with a full staff and bodyguards. I left the manor uninhabited to squeeze into this tiny house with him, living with his parents day in and day out. Originally, I had planned to reveal my identity to him after the wedding. Looking at it now, though, there was no need. With a single phone call, several black business vans pulled up outside the door in less than twenty minutes. My assistant, James, brought my men inside, and they methodically organized my belongings. Clothes, jewelry, documents… each item was packed into boxes.

I couldn't change my fate. So, I, November Starkey died at the end. And I carried with me, over to the afterlife, a secret that will hunt the lives of those who caused my death. You want to know the secret? You will have to wait till the end of my story to find that out.

I looked at Nathan, then Rosalyn, and the way they moved around each other as if they had always belonged in the same space, and that realization terrified me more than it should have. Rosalyn pressed both her tiny hands to the trunk, then turned around like she was about to announce something important. “How does it keep secrets?” she whispered, somehow still loud. “How does it know that it shouldn’t tell?” Nathan crouched beside her, lowering his voice like this was the most serious conversation in the world. “It listens. And for centuries it has been keeping everyone’s secret. Some are lovers, others family, it just listens to them all. It is like that imaginary friend that knows everythi

I am all smiles as I pat the bed near me eagerly waiting for my beloved listener. And taking a cautious look at my smiling face he sits right where I motioned, but even only at arms lenght apart he was still too far away. I look around making sure there were no prying eyes or ears. "I have to tell you something, its a secret." I gently tug at his ears and he leans in letting me whisper to him. But my fingers still hooked to his ears tremble with an itch with his dark locks tempting it to stretch further and fully fall into their silky trap.

She stood still, deep in thought. After waiting for a moment, the leader grew impatient. “I can also tell you about a secret treasure,” he said, leaning forward. “Whoever possesses it can be truly wealthy beyond measure. Miss Nina, come a little closer. This is something I’ll only tell you.”