Are Secrets A Sin Novels & Stories

I was already wet, reacting instantly to his cold words. “Tomorrow night. The Club. Corner booth at the back,” he ordered. He did not ask if I was free. “Do not be late. Do not wear underwear. Do not disappoint me.” A final picture loaded on the screen—a dark, shadowy figure of a broad-shouldered, powerful man standing near a window. The app went dark as he logged off. I dropped the phone onto the bed, breathing heavily. I was shaking. I reached into my nightstand drawer and grabbed a powerful metal vibrator. I turned it on. The deep hum vibrated through my hand.

I had been able to see the labels above people's heads ever since I was little. When I was three, my grandpa held a family dinner at his house. Dad showed up with his secretary, Vivian Clarke. The moment she walked through the door, she went straight to Mom's seat. She rubbed her lower back and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Lincoln, I hope you don't mind. Mr. Lincoln and I have been working on a project all day, and we're exhausted." I looked around the room. Above Eric's head was a glaring label. "Cheater." Above Mom's head was a dull gray label. "Loser." And above Vivian's head was a brightly shining label. "Ultimate gold digger." I immediately tugged on Eric's sleeve and asked loudly, "Dad, what

Mandy's POV. “No,” I fired back immediately. Tasha’s brows furrowed, crossing her arms, “oh don't act so stern, you know it's going to help. Plus, who's going to find out?” God, this lady was going to be the end of me. She knew I was morally inclined, and doing things like going to clubs or having one night stands were a no-no for me. Especially since I was a married woman. I still loved Derek and I was definitely not going to ruin my marriage because I wasn't getting good sex.

"What? This is the 21st century and so sex is no longer something new to be discussed about, in a hushed tone. Besides, you're married and we're talking about you having sex with your -" "Okay, I get it." Chuckling, I shook my head. "You're a handful." "Sorry, I won't be able to make it today. I have this church deliverance that nana is trying to take me to. She thinks being a lesbian is a demonic initiation activity." She laughed, reminding me about her bat-shit crazy ass grandma. That woman was something else. "I feel you." I nodded in understanding even though she couldn't see me. "It's almost 5. I gotta bathe and open the doors. Party starts in 30 minutes. He should be at the airport by

Because she didn't. Lila stepped forward, and something in Mia's stomach clenched hard. "He knows, Mia." Lila's voice was soft. Almost kind. The particular softness she used when she was pretending to be on your side. "The texts with that teacher, Mark. The money you've been quietly moving out of the joint account—forty-seven thousand dollars. And the birth control." She held up Ethan's phone like a woman presenting a verdict she'd already written. "You've been on it for years. You never planned to give him a family. You just needed him dependent on you so you could keep playing the savior."

Of course he did. She peeled back the wax seal. Inside was a single black page, etched in silver ink. No letterhead. No signature. Just ten simple lines: THE TEN SINFUL COMMANDMENTS 1. Never deny your deepest desires. 2. Pleasure is power—wield it ruthlessly. 3. Trust is earned through surrender. 4. Speak only truth—unless a lie is sexier. 5. Pain is a gift. Accept it. 6. Loyalty belongs to the one who ruins you.

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."

the end of everything I'd built on lies and vows I couldn't keep. Ethan stirred, murmuring something incoherent, his hand tightening possessively. Part of me wanted to wake him, confess the turmoil churning in my gut. But another part, darker, thrilled at the precipice. This secret, this sin...it was mine, ours, a fire that burned brighter for its forbidden nature. Yet the reflection stared back like a judgment. Who are you, really, Father Jacob? Shepherd or wolf? Saint or slut? And in the silence, with the weight of the world just beyond these walls, I had no answer, only the echoing void of what might come if the truth ever clawed its way out.

"Well, someone looks gloomy. Did he complain about you? Of course he did. If a hot girl like me couldn't win him over, a girl with a deadpan face like you could never. "Don't come crying to me when you get your heart broken, Katherine. I'll be busy being in love with my husband. I won't have time for you." Then, I saw the hot models passing behind them, and I sneered. Guess someone learned her lesson. The old her would've gotten into a war with Jonathan if she saw him messing around with other women right in front of her. "Sisterly reminder, Joan. Make sure you get checked after orgies. Crying won't cure STDs." Then I held Gilbert's arm and smiled at Joan. "And we're getting along swimmingly

"It's okay. It's okay. I'm sorry." I held his hand, gripping it's tightly, and sobbed quietly as he stroke my hair. "I'll let you go see them after you tell me what's wrong," he said, his voice softening, but I kept mute. I couldn't tell him. If I did, I'd be sealing my own fate and probably his too. "Selene," he pressed, "if you don't talk to me, how will I know what's wrong?" I stayed silent, stubbornly clinging to the secret that threatened to consume me.