A Miserable Little Pile Of Secrets Novels & Stories

“I don’t care anymore, you see what’s done is done. What I want back is the money’s value of what I lost in your club, Vincent.” “That is ridiculous” I spat out and Vincent cackled. “You really don’t know how this all works, do you?” He asked. “I know for a fact that you won’t shoot me” I muttered and he pulled the gun out of my face. “Well where’s the fun in killing you now when I could just make you suffer.” “Ask Stella, I know everything about it. I know everyone close to you, everyone that matters including that little girl” Gustavo croaked and almost immediately I felt my fist fold in defense. “Dark brown hair, very petite with innocence in her eyes. Freckles across her cheeks…”

My life has changed forever by the dark secrets it contained. My heart was pounding as I took one last look at the door, making sure Tariq hadn’t come back. Clutching the diary tightly to my chest, I walked to the closet. My fingers fumbled with the shelf as I pulled it free, revealing the dark passage that led to the hidden room. The air felt heavier here. It was thick with secrets and memories that whispered in the shadows.

She had disobeyed him three times this night; going outside without his permission, bringing that damn cat in his house, and coming down to the basement. Madeline hesitantly opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She was far too terrified. Was this really who Matthew was? He hid he fact that he was a direwolf, he hid the fact that he was a cruel torturer who kept men chained up in his basement, what other secrets is he keeping from her? "Answer me." His gaze was menacing. She began scolding herself for coming down here. "You should've just stayed in bed, you idiot. Everything would've been fine."

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

"About what happened that day close to the river. About the mark and whatnot. Keep your damned mouth shut." Woah. Woah. I narrowed my eyes at him, letting a slow, bitter smile pull at my lips. "Bit late to have shame, don't you think, Alpha?" Kael’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t a joke.” "And I am not laughing," I told him, cocking my head to the side. "But you know what's funny? You didn't seem so worried about secrecy when you were sinking your pretty teeth into me." Kael’s nostrils flared. “That was a mistake.”

She believed in the currency of bought secrets. She did not know, yet, that secrecy was a fragile thing; it relied upon too many hands that could slip, or be forced open. She did not yet understand that the gears of her bright, controlled world were turning in places she could not see. At the end of the evening, when her guests had left and the party drained its last, neat glass into the sink, Lila stood alone in the living room amid the echo of her own laughter. Her phone’s screen was a small, dark pool; she tapped it and then read the message again. You destroyed one file. Not all.

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It was an over confident walk. “That was a dirty little trick you played me,” Chad said. Mya shrugged, her smile far from disappearing. “It wasn’t that big of a deal.” Mya didn’t seem to understand. Secrets could ruin people. He and Amy shared a secret. It wasn’t that big of a deal, at least not to them, but it could be for other people. “You said your parents were gone and Jason and Amy left you and you needed a ride to school.”

Her entire focus was on the tiny USB stick hidden deep in her pocket, the secret container that held her darkest secret. The secret on the USB stick felt like a ticking time bomb that could explode her life at any moment. Alicia could feel its presence, as if it had come alive and was restlessly jumping in her pocket. She knew she was standing at a dangerous crossroads, where every choice she made could lead to unforeseen consequences. She needed a plan, a plan that would protect her while revealing the truth. But how could she find a safe path through the fog of uncertainty?

The web of secrecy and avoidance seemed impenetrable, leaving me with a gnawing sense of isolation and bewilderment. As I grappled with these conflicting directives, a surge of exasperation coursed through me. "Who are they all hiding from? Why won't anyone speak up and reveal the truth?" I pondered silently, unspoken secrets bearing down on me like a heavy shroud. Thoughts of Grandma, Uncle Zack, and Aunt Gina flickered through my mind, each one a potential key to unlocking the mysteries surrounding my father's past. urgency swept through the conference hall as a secretary hurriedly approached Mr. Miller, whispering something into his ear. Startled, Mr. Miller's brows furrowed in concern as