The Storyteller's Secret Novels & Stories

I said and moved to open the car door. “I can tell you the Alpha lore,” he said. My hands stopped midair. I turned toward him, eyes squinting. “There is a lore,” I said. “Of course, but it has to be told in secret, there are ears everywhere, I suggest you meet me at the lake on the pack run,” he said. “But it is really common Sandra told me everyone knows about it, I don’t see what’s so secretive about it,” I said. “Suit yourself, but if you want the truth my lady then my offer stands, now I must take leave as I have many hidden worlds to explore,” he said and ran away. “He is strange,” I said to particularly nobody. Then I got in the car.

“I’m fine with whatever you want to do as long as I’m given food, but we need to compromise here. One secret each. I have told you two secrets, now you tell me the other one.” My first secret, is the fact that I am a human. My second is… “I…” I pursed my lips, while gazing at him. “Would you believe me if I tell you that this world is a story inside a book I have read in my past life?” The surrounding instantly turned quiet. “…What?” Clairmont’s deep voice is laced with surprise. His lips closed up, before parting again as if wanting to say something to me, yet he suddenly halted.

She picked up her scarf and walked out of the house. She decided she would just hide in the car and scare him. It will be fun... With that intention, she walked to the elevator, knowing it would take a few minutes for him to reach downstairs to the parking lot. Aarvi opened his car with the help of an extra key and hid in the back seat. Soon Anshuman reached his car and opened the door of it. He did not notice Aarvi’s presence there. Aarvi was about to scare him when his phone went off as he picked up the call.

He raised his voice and I so badly wanted to give him that, to make him trust me, but there was nothing. I took a hesitant step closer, cautiously drawn in by his seemingly trusting demeanor. His voice dropped to a low, almost conspiratorial whisper as he leaned toward me. "I'll tell you a secret," he murmured, his tone filled with a deceptive vulnerability. "This place holds more horrors than you can imagine. Dark secrets lie within these walls, secrets that could tear your world apart."

I start, trying to catch myself from completely falling apart, “There is something I need to tell you.” “What do you need to tell me?” “That secret.” “The kitchen secret?” “Yes, that secret.” “Tell me I like secrets.” “Well, I have this problem.” “A problem?” “It's not really a problem.” “It's a good problem?” “Yes, something like that.” “How can a secret be a problem.” “Okay, it's just a secret.” “Are you sure?” “Sure about what?” “That the secret is a secret and not a good problem.” “You are confusing me.”

Like a narrative that has been smoothed down and polished until the sharp truths are all hidden beneath the surface. Nothing fits. Nothing connects. Nothing explains how my mother could be here and yet invisible. By late afternoon frustration knots tight in my chest. Either I'm wrong about what I saw in the dream. Or Stormdawn has buried something so deeply even its own people do not know it exists. Either I misunderstood. Or the secret is so guarded that it has become something that cannot even be spoken aloud. I'm about to leave a spice stall when an older trader waves me closer. His hands are rough from years of handling goods and traveling. His eyes are sharp in a way that suggests he se

“Being watched like this.” “It’s not watching,” I said. “It’s seeing and there’s a difference.” He didn’t say anything back, his eyes just followed my movements, probably wondering what I was seeing that he couldn’t. I let a minute pass before speaking again. “You hide things well.” He blinked. “What?” “Your eyes,” I said, sketching faster. “They tell stories, but not all of them belong to you. You’ve been carrying other people’s secrets too long.”

The King adds in confidence. “I was not able to get to my story of a fairytale that my mother used to tell me when I was little. It is about a fairy king who met a lovely lady by the river. The lady fell in love with this fairy despite their difference. They met at the river each time. But then the lady got pregnant with his child so she decided to runaway without telling her beloved fairy the truth. Soon, the lady gave birth to a special boy. He was half-human and half-fairy. The lady called her son her little water prince. The story ends with the lady keeping his son's secret until the day she died with a broken heart.” Popsie Reed finishes and stays silent as if remembering his own mother

Charles says, wrapping his arms around me from behind. My poor heart "Oh no son, I just didn't know that you and Elizabeth were that close" "Let's just say she's that hidden secret I wasn't ready to reveal yet" Now he's insinuating things "Oh I get it now. Congratulations you both!" She says with a beaming smile and walks excitedly, as if she has a dirty secret she cannot wait to share with everyone. "Charles!" "Elizabeth!" "Now you're just creating stories" "I've always wanted to be a writer since I was a kid"

There was no way she was going to tell Carol she had overslept as a result of staying up all night trying to finish up an article. Specifically, because Carol disliked excuses. “Excuses won't do the job,” she'd always say. “I'm sorry,” Emily finally spoke reverently after Carol gave her a sideways glance. Carol ignored Emily and pulled out a file with a picture on it, dumping it in front of her, “Rex Hale. Billionaire tech mogul. I need an interview from him.” Huh? Emily frowned slightly as she flipped through the pages. Clearly, this wasn't what she had expected.