Your Secret Is Safe With My Indifference Novels & Stories

I felt sorry for him but I couldn't do anything to take away this stranger's pain because I was in the worst pain that words can't describe. I did as I was instructed and everything went smoothly. I was given a tip, and a small smile stretched on my lips when I saw the tip. This would be enough to cover Arabella's ballerina lesson and buy some foodstuffs before my salary came. My night shift for the day ended and was about to get ready to leave when our manager came in angry. "Money has been removed from the safe, who did it!" I ignored it and continued to arrange my things because I didn't even go near the safe, "search every single thing including their lockers," the manager ordered the se

SUMMARY I have a secret. I’m in love with my best friend, but I’ve never told her. Sharing feelings is right up there with all-time terrible things. Instead of saying it, I show her how I feel every day. I watch Big Brother with her. We have scary movie night. I hold her hair when she’s puking. That’s love in my books. Only…she’s not been the same recently, and I don’t know how to fix it. I hope she knows I'd do anything for her.

Silence ruled as they followed the man's back. "Being gay is not a decease, being shallow and hypocrite is… and it's incurable" Beam muttered casually before he took a step away from the lobby with a smirk. His friends followed him, chuckling. ****😏😉😏****

"Nice to meet you, bro." My heart stopped. What the hell was happening? The room spun slightly as I forced a smile, shaking his hand. Inside, panic warred with the lingering heat from our night. This couldn't be real. But Kai's eyes held a secret gleam, like he knew exactly what this meant—and he liked it.

My mind went completely blank. The realization hit like a bolt of lightning. My face burned with shame and panic, but underneath it all, there was a strange, dangerous thrill I couldn't ignore. Common sense told me I should shout and stop her immediately. But another voice in my head said no. Clarissa clearly thought I was just some kind of display toy. If she suddenly realized the truth, how would either of us ever face each other again? We lived on the same street. It wasn't like we could just pretend the other didn't exist.

“No, I didn’t. I have some self-respect.” “So what did you do?” “Nothing.” “She’s lying,” Andrew said. Goddess, why did we bring him into the fold? “There’s something more.” “I hate you,” I answered, with absolutely no conviction in my voice. “Ooh, Girl. I’m right. This is good,” Andrew replied. “Jenna has a secret.” “I don’t have a secret,” I denied. Then, figuring I might as well be honest, I added, “But my credit card bill might be a little high next month.”

It was truly terrible to conceive, how the minds of these wicked people worked. "Akas, the truth is revealed. So there is a problem with the face cream, uhm? that's why you won't eat it." Isabella said, cold cutting eyes in her eyes, and it chilled Ciara so that she wished the ground would open and take her. Surely that was a much better fate than the murder she saw in Isabella's eyes, "I-I don't know what you're talking about." "You don't know, hmm?" " I don't." "Okay. Now eat it," she said with deadly calm.

"That's the part I can't get past. You didn't tell me." "Because I knew you would react like this" Bella said. "Cold and distant and acting like I betrayed you when all I did was keep one secret to protect the peace between us." "One secret" I repeated. "One secret destroyed everything Bella. Don't you see that. One secret is all it takes." I stood up. I needed to get out of this room. Needed air. Needed space to think without her looking at me with those guilty eyes.

“Not fully. Not here. Not when everything depends on discretion, vigilance, and silence. Not now.” He stepped closer, his presence enveloping her. “Then we steal moments like this,” he said, voice roughened with longing. “Just moments. And one day, when the chaos eases, maybe we won’t need to hide them anymore.” Deborah closed her eyes briefly, letting the weight of the fortress, the family, and her responsibilities settle, if only for a heartbeat. “A moment,” she agreed, “and only a moment. We can’t afford more.”

The Silence in my room pressed against me, too loud. I shoved the journal under my pillow, hidden but close, like keeping the words there made them less dangerous. Safe. Secret. At least for now.