The Storyteller's Secret Novels & Stories

The atmosphere was charged with celebration and relief; we were happy that everything had finally fallen into place, that everything had gone right after months of uncertainty. However, what I didn’t know was that beneath the surface of that apparent happiness, there were loose pieces in this story that I was sure no one noticed. Least of all me. There were secrets hidden in the shadows, unspoken truths that could collapse everything that had been built. Anyway, at least in that moment, I wanted to smile, to savor the victory that had finally come. It was a triumph, a small light amidst the chaos that had been my life. But I knew that hours later, my world could turn into a gray and gloomy s

I woke her up, noticing strange marks on her exposed skin—marks that were identical to the ones on Rylee. Nydia seemed to realize what I had noticed and quickly tried to cover herself up. I pretended not to see anything, instead telling her about the class reunion. Her expression shifted, visibly anxious. I didn't say anything else. I walked into the study and checked my phone. As expected, after I had left, a man wearing a mask entered the room. He moved furtively, carrying a toolbox. Nydia obediently approached him, and what followed was disturbing; the sounds of their interaction were not something I could bear to hear.

"Then, one day, I was cleaning up his study and accidentally knocked over a wooden sculpture on his desk. He shoved me away and told me I wasn't allowed in there anymore. That was when I noticed the name 'Beatrice' carved into the base." By the time I finished, I couldn't stop crying. All these years, I never dared tell my parents any of it. I didn't want to worry them, and more than that, I was afraid they'd tell me to leave Declan. After all, I was the one who had shamelessly pursued him back then. And now, here I was, pouring my heart out to them about the same man. Wasn't that just proving them right all along? After listening to my story, my parents fell silent.

Thankfully, we were talking by phone, so he couldn’t see me. “Mr. McMahon, we talked about this before. I don’t think it was an alpha who slept with them. When I spoke to Alpha Rivers, he assured me that it wasn’t him.” That was as close as I could get to telling Mr. McMahon the truth. I felt dirty hiding the rest of the story from Mr. McMahon, but I was in a no-win situation. “Then find another way.” “This is the way.” Mr. McMahon paused, almost as though he was thinking about it.

Miracle concludes as she observes me. “ There will be a price to pay. You will have to tell the secret keeper about one of your absolute secrets - a secret you never said out aloud and never dared to tell anyone. Then, your secret will be used against you one day if it’s a weakness. A secret in exchange of a secret, that’s how this works with the secret keeper. ” Amanda chirps in an excited tone which irks me out.

He didn’t know what games she was playing, but he was not a willing pawn. She turned to him, worried with his sudden coldness. “What is stopping you from telling me the truth?” “Martin. Err, I…I mean…” He wasn’t content with this answer or the lack of answer, to be correct. “Is it some sort of top secret that you couldn’t share?” “Not quite. Well…” “If it’s not such a big secret, then you can just tell me.” With his arms crossed, he waited and spoke so loudly that passersby turned in their direction. But the young girl was still hesitant. She looked left and right nervously.

“I wouldn’t recommend it. Everything is secretly filmed and then used as blackmail when needed. It’s one of the reasons George is getting away with it. Everyone is looking the other way.” “Why are you telling me this?” I asked, confused and my brain muddled with the silver they gave me. He shrugged. “Just in case.” “Just in case, what?” I asked. “Just in case you make it out alive,” he said. He lapsed into silence, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. The door opened and we were back on the top floor with the amazing view. He dragged me out and into the office. Lia was sitting on the floor in the corner, handcuffed and her feet zip tied and a gag in her mouth. The man started bring

Before they left, he advised them to always be kind to people and avoid any form of wickedness. “Never deceive a little girl,” the storyteller told Ibekwe. “They are sweet little birds with charming hearts.” Ibekwe squeezed his face in disapproval and ignored him. The storyteller got up and swung his goatskin bag around his neck. He focused on the path ahead of him and walked in an orderly manner with his beautiful embroidery cloth hanging freely on his broad shoulders. It was only a matter of time before the full moon would disappear into the blackness of the sky.

“I am honored to stand before you today. Many aspired to be where you now stand, but only the finest prevailed. For that, you have my highest commendation.” I paused, letting my gaze sweep over them. “And I must also apologize for my lateness,” I added. “I don’t mean to disrespect you, but I was delayed because I was told a story—one that captivated me.” A flicker of confusion passed through the ranks. The lords exchanged puzzled, disapproving glances, and Flynn shot me a wary look. “I gave my word to the storyteller that I would keep it secret, so I can’t share the story with you, but what I can share”, I said, letting my voice carry, “is the heart of that story.”

The meaning was obvious. “I’ll tell you the rest,” she said, “once I have my jewelry in my hand.” “Damn it,” the old man cursed. He looked genuinely pained as he slapped his thigh. “Half a story is an insult! It’s like giving a thirsty man just a sip of water. Secrets should be told whole, or not at all.” Kylie wasn’t fazed. She knew she had him hooked. That was all that mattered. And she was right. The healer grumbled but finally nodded.