Adventure Time Holly Jolly Secrets Novels & Stories

It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe. "Werewolves." My cousin whispered dramatically, leaning forward so the younger kids hung on her every word. "They hunt in the night, their eyes glowing red, their claws sharp enough to tear through bone. And when they catch you..." She paused, lowering her voice to a chilling whisper. "...They drink your blood and turn you into werewolves!!" The children shrieked in unison, clutching each other, their wide eyes reflecting the firelight. My cousin burst into laughter, clearly pleased with herself.

Leonard must have figured me out by now. He knew I was the type who acted shy on the outside but had secret desires underneath. After a few moments of teasing, he pulled me into another round, and we kept going until we were both completely worn out. When I was ready to leave, he insisted that I did not put my underwear back on. He said he wanted to keep it as a souvenir. I did not want to, but I could not argue with him, so I just did what he said. My stockings were already torn, so I could not wear those either. I took them off and went home wearing only my skirt.

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♡

Today was definitely one of the cooler days in Florida. “Hey,” Chad replied, stopping for just a moment, but then he continued on his way. “Chad?” He stopped. He didn’t even bother to turn around. “Thank you.” “For what?” He asked in a deep voice. “For not telling him,” Amy answered. Chad turned to the side, glancing over at her. “You know what Amy, I’ve learned that all secrets are spilled eventually. And it’s only a matter of time before it's ours.” She knew there was some truth to what he was saying. He walked away.

**MISTLETOE, MOONLIGHT & MY SECRET** I have exactly one rule: never let anyone find out what I really am. I broke it once, seven months ago, with a masked stranger at a gala I was never supposed to attend. One perfect night. Then I vanished before morning, certain I'd never see him again. I was wrong. A historic blizzard just blew him straight through my bakery door, and Julian Vance hasn't stopped staring at my stomach since he walked in. He doesn't recognize me as a rogue werewolf hiding from my own pack. He recognizes me as the woman who broke his heart, and the mother of the twins he doesn't even know exist yet. He offers me a deal: pretend to be his fiancée for one week,

mused a voice close to her. Holly turned and came face to face with a sloth hanging on the file cabinet blinking at her with crimson eyes.

Ann admitted. Holly sighed in defeat. "Yeah, I'm nearly done." Ann nodded with a smile. "I want to show you something," Ann said. "Come on." she took Holly's hand and led her towards town. -------- "Isn't that...?" Holly asked hesitantly. They were in the shopping centre, people milling around, some carrying bags. The two girls stood in front of a shop decorated to look like an elves workshop, a big red arrow pointing to the entrance. "Santa's Grotto." Ann stated the obvious.

It'd taken almost a week, but the entire tree was beautifully displayed with lights and ornaments. "You did a great job with the tree, baby." Hollis coyly avoided her girlfriend's question, snickering as she neatly propped the three envelopes against a brightly wrapped present. She didn't hear a damn thing; After a little too much eggnog, Hollis had passed out through the night. She just knew Whitney enough to know she'd come down after everyone was in bed, trying to guess what her gifts were. Realizing she'd fallen right into one of Hollis' traps, the dark haired girl's eyes widened.

Fifteen minutes and a mug of coffee latte and cheesecake later ( I just can't help myself when it comes to coffee shops), the both of them emerge and I will myself with all my mighty will power not to gasp. If I thought the dude I met yesterday was handsome then his bestfriend is beautiful. Gorgeous. Holly Molly. Christmas came early this year. Dump one and get one. I feel fly. Do they do it on purpose? So good looking buddies! "Hello Ms. Harding. How was your night?" "Great. I presume yours was too?" "It was perfect." "You know I never really got your name?" I ask "It's Benjamin" "Great. We kind of missed out on introductions"

Holly (grinning): “Stop looking like someone died. I’m literally right here.” Malik (voice cracking): “They put up missing posters.” Holly rolls her eyes so hard the ghosts laugh. Holly: “Tell them I ran away to join the circus. Or that I’m Elvis’s secret love child. Anything but the truth. Mortals can’t handle the truth.” She drags us to the bar, pours ghost-root beer that tastes real, and makes us dance until 3 a.m.