When Secrets Kill Novels & Stories

"You don't keep all your leverage in one place. You never have. There are more sketches. Hidden with someone who doesn't know what they are, or sealed with a contact who'll release them if you don't check in. Where?" Varyn's smile returned, weak but defiant. "Kill me and you never find out." Kaelan's grip tightened. Varyn's face purpled. "I'm not going to kill you," Kaelan said softly. "I'm going to leave you here. In this room. With the fire and the smoke and the knowledge that every secret you've ever stolen is turning to ash around you. Maybe you'll find a way out. Maybe you won't. But either way, you've lost."

My feelings for this woman right here, will never change. "You look so beautiful and radiant" I compliment, causing her to blush. "Thank you" "Are you back for good?" I question, hoping she's not going to leave again. "Yes, I am" I kiss her again, deeper this time, relishing in the oh-so-familiar taste of my wife's mouth. It feel like fucking ages since I kissed her, and I can't wait to make love to her, and when I start, I won't stop. "No hidden secrets?" She asks, referring to our lives five years ago "No hidden secrets" THE END.

“Killian has his reasons for the two of you being here. He has his reasons for not telling Delaney about her father, and what he did to put his own daughter in this situation. And you will not say anything about it if you want to survive, do you understand? You know how to play this game.” “I never wanted any of this.” Would they bury me out there in that tall grass? Nobody would come looking. There’d be no headstone. No flowers. No trace I ever existed at all. Would Killian think of me when he looked outside? Maybe for a month or two, and then I’d be nothing but dirt. I strode to the door. Thoughts like this weren’t new to me. I’d wondered over my own mortality when I lived with my father o

"You panic more, retrieving your things and requesting that I leave." "We don't all live in a fairytale, Mr Burak. Meaning, we all have hidden secrets that are screaming to escape and sometimes you just have to pick your battles wisely to keep those secrets hidden." I feel the need to remind him that the world is still filled with ordinary people who have demons lurking in the shadows. "I dont think-" "I agree, this was a mistake." I quickly cut him off and watch as fine lines etch deeply into his flawless complexion. I'm well aware that those were not the words he was about to utter. But, they should have been, which is why I uttered them for him.

This is it for me. He is going to kill me. There is no going back in this one. I shouldn't have witnessed this. Now I know their secret, they are not going to spare me. Just like the movies I see with my dad and brothers, those who discovered a secret get killed so they don't expose it. He is going to kill me! Oh God. "Listen to me careful," he began. "You saw nothing." He said the same thing he said to me back at the parking lot.

Something we had been chasing for decades. I stepped closer to the table until I stood directly in front of him.Then I let out a slow breath. “We couldn’t afford to lose you.” Zarek watched me silently. I continued, “You hold too many secrets.” Secrets about Ashenhowl. Secrets about the weakness buried inside that pack. Secrets that, when the time came… Would tear them apart from within. My gaze hardened slightly. “And you’re the only one who knows exactly how to destroy them.”

"Hey, hey. I just had to tell the truth. Not explain." "I need to know," Kamila adds. "Is it like a hand fetish, or are they hands holding things? Do you have some folder full of pictures of serial killer's hands or something?" "You'll never know." Ezekiel grins then says, "Come on, the rest of you still need to answer." "Cat videos," Jeremiah states. "I find them relaxing." "O...kay," I say. "I'm dying to hear yours, Law." He grins. "I have about fifty tabs open right now of flowers."

“I suppose it’s time to give credit where it’s due,” Michael clicks his tongue. “Every family has secrets as we all know it. A chink in their armour. A skeleton in their closet. Something that is dark and ugly and utterly humiliating. The secrecy that no one wishes anyone to learn. But can you imagine what catastrophe these secrets can cause if they land in the wrong hands? Can you imagine the power it gives you over those fools? It’s unimaginable. You should try,” he laughs maniacally. “It’s like a drug, I promise. It’s hard to get enough of it.”

“You knew something about her, and you said nothing.” He did not insult me with denial. “Not all of it,” he said quietly. “But enough.” A sound left me that was dangerously close to a sob and a laugh at once. “Enough?” I repeated. The word cracked in the middle. “That is what you call this? My father dead because of secrets. My sight gone because of secrets. My entire life built on secrets, and you stood beside me while another one bled out in front of me and decided I could survive it later?”

“Tell me the truth—what did you do to your first secretary? The one who left so suddenly, ran back to her hometown, and was found dead in her apartment?” Alaric chuckled, a low, sick sound that made my blood boil. His eyes slid to me, a sinister grin forming on his bloodied face. “I killed her,” he admitted, his voice calm, as though discussing the weather. “She was about to out my illegal drug business. She found out too much, so I had to kill her. Funny thing—Davina applied to be my secretary around the same time. It was such good luck.” He chuckled, his laugh like poison.