Who Wrote The Secret Book Novels & Stories

She called it sacrifice. Maybe both were true. He never recovered. And I was foolish enough to think I could fill the space she left behind. One drunken night, I became the woman he hid from the world. His assistant. His secret wife. The mother of the son he never claimed. That morning, I printed two documents: my divorce papers and my resignation letter. When my coworker leaned over my desk, she frowned. “You’re really quitting, Jo?” I forced a small smile. “Yeah. My son’s father works overseas. I’m taking my boy there. It’s time we’re together as a family.”

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Adrian looked toward the distant island. "Then tell me." "What is inside that book?" The old man closed his eyes. "I don't know." "No one does." "The First Author sealed it before the White Book was ever created." The answer unsettled everyone. If even the First Reader didn't know... then the secret inside must be older than every story they had ever protected. Without warning... the sea between the shore and the island began freezing. Not into ordinary ice. Into crystal-clear glass. A narrow path stretched across the endless water.

The way you might be looked at by someone who had been studying a picture of you for years and was now seeing the original for the first time. "Flame Keeper," he said. His voice was quiet and even and gave away nothing. "You found the book." "I found the book," I confirmed. "How do you know about it." "Because," he said, "I know who wrote it." The room was very still. "The woman who wrote the hidden book," I said carefully, "has been dead for three hundred years." "Yes," he said. "So how," I said, "do you know who she was."

No shouting, no rage fits, no silver charms boiling on the stove in the name of cleansing, or wild accusations. I found a small patch of grass that looked soft enough and sat down, opening the book I had accidentally taken with me when I left. The Secrets of Ancient Magic. That was its title. I’d found it hidden among my mother’s old things, but from the faint handwriting on the first page, it must have belonged to my father—the man I’d never met. People said he was a gifted wizard, known for his mastery of magic and his secretive nature. Thinking about him made my chest tighten. My interest in reading died fast.

Setting the picture to the side, Violet looked at the other things that were inside the drawer. The first thing that caught her eye was a small black book. The page Violet opened was a list. There was a name of a city, a first and last name, then a number, and finally an address. This had to be what Jeremy was looking for. She set the book to the side and looked at the rest of the contents. Some of them were letters discussing this Richard Morgan she’d heard so much about. Whoever he was, he was not only a thorn in the alpha’s side but a lot many other people.

He remembered his name vividly stepping forward a little but Clancy shouted at him instead furiously. "Don't get involved beast!" He shouted at Scott before looking back at the bishop "You never said anything about an Unholy Book, what is it? Made up by you?" He asked. The bishop finally getting choked to the point of blacking out flared out releasing a miniature wave of positive energy that at first was unnoticed by everyone except Clancy who was blasted few feets back like a ski. He stood back on his feet panting like a dog "No one made the Unholy Book up, it was written by the ancient one!" He responded to Clancy.

The secret I had fought so hard to keep was threatening to explode, and I was powerless to stop it. —————————————————————————————— My dear readers, Thank you for stopping by and reading this story. I hope you enjoyed it. I’m trying my best to update assp. I’ll appreciate it if you explore my other stories as well. Please follow my f******k page Eve above story and group eves alphas if you wanna chat or keep updated on my writing schedule. Yours, Eve above story

Deagan stopped short, considering whether or not to tell him what book it was. “What does the book contain, Deagan?” Mikhail’s voice left no room for nonsense and Deagan sighed. “Her journal.” He started feeling his heart tug weirdly. “Have you ever considered the fact that it may be a plot to get to you again?” He asked frankly, but Deagan was already shaking his head. “No. The thought never crossed my mind.” His voice held finality, Mikhail smiled at the unspoken threat he heard in Deagan’s voice. He was his father’s son alright.

her frown turned upside down as she pointed to a book floating towards her. She began to jump on her toes and clapping her hands in excitement “yes I did, I did it” she says as the book floats into her hands. We all gathered together to see what the book says but looking at it we could not understand a single word, it was written like a child was playing around with a pen, I've never seen anything like that. “Let me have a look” Sinclair said, rissa handing the book to Sinclair, he took a look for a while before continuing “this written in an ancient secret transcription, I can read but it will take a while” he said.