Romans & histoires There's Always Another Secret

Collins A secret is like a disease. It grows. When you keep it inside it gets bigger and bigger. And the damage is always worse when it comes out. But I’m good at secrets. I’ve held one close to my heart since I was fourteen years old… when I accidentally found out something I shouldn’t have… that I didn’t want to know. That secret has eaten away at me for years now. There had been so many times over the years I wanted to tell it…. to confront the person who it was about. But how many lives would I be ruining if I did that? So I’d kept it inside where it ravaged me on a daily basis.

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."

It was her voice that broke her reminiscing moment. ‘Oh my goodness you are blushing Emma!’Trish exclaimed, ‘Care to share who or what is behind all that and that smile…hmmm…someone has got a secret.’ Emma giggled, if it was any other guy she would have told her all about it but this was to be her secret. She was glad none of her friends were aware that she was spending a night out and she planned to keep it that way. ‘What can I say, its good to get lost in dreamland once in a while, you see in there you have a perfect guy, your kisses are sweet you lovemaking passionate and______________’ before she could finish Trish’s contagious laughter interrupted her and she found herself laughing alo

I fear not the vastness of the open, but the suffocating darkness that conceals what I should know. -Unknown. |K I R I L L| There's no denying it—she's concealing something, and I'm certain of it. It could be a seemingly innocent secret she's embarrassed about, or it might be as trivial as harboring ill intentions. Either way, it poses a potential danger. Secrets wield a certain level of risk, especially when they involve others.

That being invisible is worse than being hated. Because at least hatred means they see you. My hand trembled as I wrote the next line. If I’m not careful, I’ll break. And I don’t know if Cole would catch me if I do. The silence of my room pressed heavy around me. I closed the journal, shoving it under my pillow like a secret I wasn’t brave enough to speak aloud. For now, it was safe. Hidden. But some secrets don’t stay hidden forever.

Just when we thought the darkness had been vanquished, a new shadow emerged, threatening to cast its pall over our lives once again. It started with a series of cryptic messages, delivered in the dead of night, reminiscent of the anonymous letters that had plagued us before. Each message hinted at a hidden secret, a truth that had been concealed from us for far too long. As we delved deeper into the mystery, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, revealing a shocking revelation—one that would shake the very foundations of our existence.

There’s not enough time in the day for me to get everything I want for this room. There’s always tomorrow. Now that the time has come, I’m feeling nervous. So many doubts are creeping in. I have no clue when the other two would be returning. Or what they would do if they don’t find us…. I texted her the code on the app. It’s called BurySecrets. Pretty shady, but it offers anonymity.

7Tessa It should be easier, now that we’ve crossed every line. But if anything, being his has only made me more reckless. The secret is all that keeps us burning—it’s a fuse, lit and hissing, waiting for someone to notice. For someone to open the wrong door at the wrong time and see everything. Sometimes I think we want to be caught.

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.”

He then says something again, but it’s indecipherable. He coughs lightly and says something once more, that this time leaves us all confused, and me worried. “Deadly Secrets Of The CEO.” Jimmy’s voice comes out clear as he smiles while sleeping.