Novel & Cerita What Is A Man But A Miserable Pile Of Secrets

I was empty. Someone started the ceremony. I didn’t listen. Words floated around me, but none landed. I just stared at the boxes. Waiting. Hoping. I had Googled everything the night before. Mistaken identity. Buried alive. Comas. It was pathetic, I know. But I wanted a glitch in the story. Something that said, “Wait, no, we got it wrong.” I whispered to them. Over and over. Please. Wake up. Please come back. Please don’t leave me.

The tension thicker. He folded his arms. "Such as?" I stared at him for a long moment. Then answered honestly. "The fact that you're not surprised." That landed. I could tell. Not because he reacted. Because he didn't. Because the absence of surprise was becoming impossible to ignore. I walked back toward the desk. The folder sat between us. A collection of names. Secrets. Connections. Lies. Everything always came back to secrets. I was getting tired of them. "Tell me something."

“I’m sorry for hurting you, I was blinded by my sick fantasies and I forgot about your feelings.” “Did you rape of all the women whose pictures you kept in your drawer?” I asked, apprehensively. “No, I didn’t rape them, I only did that… with you because I knew you wouldn’t agree on giving me what I wanted from you. You weren’t like other girls, your eyes hold innocence and they were no near to what you’re. That’s why I’m sitting here, explaining to you my deepest secret because Jenna I… I—have fallen in love with you, and there was never a day when I didn’t miss you,” he blurted out in one go. I never found him that nervous and racing. He seemed a different person as he opened up to me.

" yes." "Why do you have to yield to his want? He's just a third-generation spoilt brat" Even rolled her eyes in annoyance" "he knows our secret! He can..." " How? You said everyone who knows works for White Tigers. Ho..how? This is fvcked up!" "For real! I'm frustrated!" "Seb! Tell him! He will help us, right? He took the marrow after all" "We can't. You and I know How he's, he's ruthless, he might silence us for good "

when he was crazy for someone else, so I tried to smile, and bring a completely unrelated topic up, before he asks me what's wrong, but my wicked heart failed me, and the next thing I realized, I had just blurted out some shits "What should a person do when someone knows all their secrets?" I didn't really mean to say that, but I already blurted out, and couldn't take it back in anymore. My eyes diverted to the side, and I looked at him like a sad helpless fragile creature, and watch how he lifted one of his eyebrows up cause he was shocked and confused, but he was still interested in my shit, and I guess that was kinda one of the thing I liked about him "The...the secrets, did it happen to

He finally got the paper, and after scanning through it for less than a second, he said, “You tell me!” he handed me the paper, and it read. “This is just the beginning, Scarlett, and remember, no secret is hidden forever!!!” “What is the meaning of this nonsense?! How are you related to these people, Scarlett?” He yelled as he tucked his gun into his pants. “I have no idea; I swear, I really don't know who these people are and what they want.” I said, tears welling up in my eyes. “Where’s Maria?” “She left,” I answered. Then we heard sirens, and there was a knock on the door.

Human beings could never be trusted, that was a fact I have always reminded myself rather harshly yet my own expectasions of how cruel and ruthless they could be never failed to shock me. The same man who had once told me he loved me more then anything was now standing in front of me, spelling the darkest secrets of my life, he was not remourseful or sad rather he was using my secrets, my vulnerability to get what he wanted.

Mayor Hale, the honest, righteous politician, had nothing to hide from the public. Bullshit. Papers barely weigh much. Ink didn't either. But secrets? Well, secrets had a way of sinking into our bones, making our hands feel the weight of an infinite amount. It would probably bite if you were not careful. The hundred pages of one crime after another that our dear committed over the last thirty years were honestly fascinating to read. Out of all he did, killing his friend, who once upon a time was also his secretary, was my least favorite. Clearly, it showed how disgraceful this fucking virtuous man was.

I hate that man to my guts, I wish I had strangled him the minute he had classified me as one of Nicholas's whore. I can't wait to escape this hell hole. This is going to be one of my greatest achievements because the pay for this particular job coming from Megan is extremely huge. I can only already visualize the sky overwhelmed by crimson and amber tinted clouds shinning against the water bodies on a hot sunny beach as I lay my back down and have an umbrella shading me from the scorching hot sun, scrolling through my phone to see the news about some dirty secret that Nicholas Hills had hidden from the world for such a long time that I had leaked.

We stood there looking at each other for a few seconds. -"Alexander" the man whispered. -"What?" I asked confused. -"My name is Alexander" he explained. -"Oh! It is a nice name" I commented awkwardly. -"I guess...." he replied. -"What a coincidence! Our names are both Ancient Greek. Did you know that?" Ι asked excited. "What am I doing? I behave like a teenager in front of him! What's wrong with me?" I told myself. My wolf kept silent. -"I might have heard something about..." he replied coolly with a smile.