Thesecrethistory Stories

❝Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry I'm setting...

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 an exclusive class studying the art of ancient magic test the bounds of morality and mortality marauders the secret history au

⋆｡°✩┊ The Secret History X OC ━━━━━━━━ ✦ Velvet and Ruin ✦ ━━━━ ✦ 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕: Ophelia Blackwood enters the room like a myth: pale, precise, and unknowable, her presence...

Henry Winter had almost been slightly empty throughout his life. That was until he met a girl almost equally as empty - or missing something. He just didn't know he woul...

her fleeting mind is his fatality { HENRY WINTER.} ©havenscars2021

Kalopsia [ka-lop-se-a] Greek (n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. Poetry. Mostly intertwined with Tales of Greek Mythology. "Will...

« Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones I did not. » - Francis Abernathy, The Secret History by Donna Tartt. One-shot book for Francis Abernathy a...

"The madness of love is the greatest of heaven's blessings" - Plato Henry Winter x fem. oc !not my original characters except my oc! obviously the story is ba...

What if bunny was there the night the farmers was killed? What if bunny also reached devine state? What if bunny went further? What if he was kissed by

Henry Winter had always been an imposing, emotionless figure. But all is bound to change when a girl who reminds him of a lost sheep transfers into his precious Ancient...

"You'll be the ruin of me, won't you?" "Yes. Does that frighten you?" "It excites me" In which a young glamorous aspiring politician who g...

"uh...H-henry pal, do you mind if you,uh could you help..." Bunny was stuck.

Somewhere in the United States...Richard Papen was making a cup of coffee in his and his husband's countryside villa. He was bored with work, life, and everything else...

" 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟. " 𝑜𝑟 𝒉𝑖𝑔𝒉 𝑠𝑐𝒉𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 © picturesofgirIs , 20...

Short story I wrote two or three years ago. Somehow i still like it. Henry Winter and an OC.

Marcella, a girl eager to escape from her mother's grasp and the imprisonment of her hometown seeks a college far enough away but still allows her to stay in touch with...

To every person that has experienced unrequited love.

she's a living corpse with one eye unfocused and rolling in the socket, the scar below her bangs puckered and ugly. she's something horrible and lovely and you are sick...

It was snowing on the morning when we finally decided to leave town.

I'm gay so the story is gay.