When Secrets Kill Novels & Stories

We confronted Seraphina, and she panicked. And now the doctor was dead. God. My stomach twisted violently. “You think Seraphina did this?” I asked. Joe exhaled slowly through his nose. “I think your sister is terrified.” The words settled heavily between us. I looked back down at the article again. Another person died again. Because of secrets and lies. My memory snapped back to the dead bodyguards at Morrison’s hotel. My God. People were dying because of secrets connected to me. Because of truths I still didn’t fully understand. I felt terrible.

I said, forcing my tone to stay flat, rigid, and professional. "Why?" she cried out, tears spilling over her dark eyelashes. "Because Hakan ordered you not to? Hakan isn't here, Kemal! He tried to burn us alive! He tried to kill you!" "It isn't about Hakan," I rasped, my hands clenching into tight fists on my lap. "There are rules, Alara. Some secrets keep people breathing. Some secrets get everyone killed the moment they are spoken out loud."

I ask when I saw Black putting his hand at Keiko's back. "Huh? Of course not! Why did you ask?" he awkwardly laughs as he said that. I raised a brow but said nothing. I am becoming more suspicious about all the people who will and are about to approach me. Secrets. Some secrets are for the better, some are for the worst. I don't want to experience such. Neither for the better nor the worst. It's still a secret that can hurt you like hell. It's like living in a hell full of agony and hatred. That was like it.

“Where is my mother?” Vivienne ignored the demand, circling slowly around the edge of the room. Her heels echoed like a metronome counting down. “Do you know what the problem with secrets is, Grace? They never stay buried not for long sooner or later, they rise and strangle the ones you love.” Noah’s voice was low, controlled. “What have you done?”

I plop myself back down on the couch, take a big drink of my Coor's light, and channel flick until I find a good comedy to watch, something that will put all thoughts out of my head and just help me laugh. I found myself drifting back to Caleb. I think I may need to go back to the coffee shop again soon, just to see him. But, it isn’t like I could start anything with him because I have too many secrets, and you can’t be with anyone when you are doing nothing but lying to them. It was not fair.

He jerked his icy, dissecting eyes at me. "Elena, do you know what destroys empires?" He spoke slowly and deliberately. "Not adversaries. Not cash. Not even death. Secrets. The foundation is rotted by secrets until it all falls apart.” My throat constricted. "I have none—" "Don't tell me lies." He moved forward, engulfing me in his shadow as it stretched across the room. The air thinned as his hand braced against the wall close to my head once more. The smell of his power, smoke, and wood was overpowering.

he said quietly. And just like that—The truth wasn’t a theory anymore. It wasn’t a suspicion. It was real. And it was deadly. Because now they weren’t just uncovering secrets. They were exposing something powerful enough to destroy everything. Or kill them both trying. To be continued…

Ruby sat in the tub reeling from the brief conversation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **Dez** "Viktor! I found her; I'm leaving now." He was ecstatic and ready to leave. "Do not say where you are going. No one needs to know what you are doing. This must remain a secret until we know more about this situation." This was an odd request but he didn't mind. Dez was a private person anyway. "This may be more dangerous than I originally thought. Be extremely cautious." "I understand, I will text you after I get settled." He turned and was out of the building and in his car in less than thirty seconds.

"I killed the bitch with my hands, I killed her without any effort, she's such a weakling" "Why did you killed her? When did you become this evil?" His face turned serious. "I have never been good, I killed her because she knew too much, she wanted to expose me. I need her to kept my secret forever, so I sent her to her grave. Only the dead keep secrets" I stare at him in disbelief. "You killed her just to keep your secrets?" "Yeah!" I shake my head.. "Your secrets... aren't they exposed now? Look around and tell me where you are...this is not your living room"

“It’s not hard to give the police a scapegoat so they don’t look further than we want them to.” Violet stared at him, understanding the full magnitude of what he was saying. “So this is done often?” He cringed again. “Not exactly, but sometimes we’ve had to… paint a narrative to keep our secret safe. It’s not something I or the alpha like to do. He doesn’t like unnecessary killing. Life is precious after all.” “Right,” Violet said, though part of her stomach remain knotted at the implications. “So why is this odd. Maybe he thought a clean-up was better than a break-in.”