Can You Keep A Secret Book Novels & Stories

Fergus was working on something on his laptop. His secretary came into the room. sir, "Yes, what is up?" Fergus exclaimed, glancing at his secretary briefly. "Here is a package for you." The secretary kept a small box on Fergus's desk. "Who sent it?" he asked. "I don't know. There is no sender's name. Okay, then you may go." The secretary left Fergus's room. Fergus took the flash disk from the box he had opened.

This was my haven, a secret space where no one could find me—away from everything, from the pressures of my role, from the expectations that weighed on me. In my hands, I held the book I had stolen from the secret library. It was bound in dark leather, and its pages crackled with age. I had barely managed to slip it from its hidden resting place without anyone noticing, and now I was finally going to read it. The title was unassuming, but the stories it held, the knowledge it promised, stirred something deep within me.

My heart is beating fast from certainty. I know what I have to do now. No more silence. No more hiding. No more waiting. I walk over to my desk and kneel beside the hidden drawer. I unlock it and pull it open. Inside lies the book I wasn’t supposed to keep. The one the Council tried to destroy after I failed the trial. The book they feared. I pull it out and begin flipping through the pages. There are maps, symbols, clues and hidden truths. Everything is still here. Everything is still alive.

I had a secret that none of my family knew. I started writing a book but I kept it secret because I was not sure it was good enough. I will tell Blake when I feel like I am comfortable enough with him to tell him something not even my family knows. I open the book to the page I stopped at. I had put a book mark there so I would not have to dog ear the pages.

When the time came, I would give it to people I could trust, people who really cared about the welfare of our pack. I tucked the book carefully within the cuffs of my clothes, making sure it was out of sight from curious eyes. I could feel the secrets of the book pressing down on me with each step, like if it were a silent force pressing on my chest. It was a part of my journey, my secret, and my obligation.

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

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♡

A door left latched instead of locked. Kael read it standing. I read it at his shoulder, Rowan asleep, the second life secret under our hands. We had kept Rowan out of the room. We had kept the second child off the page. And the board had left the observer tool alive under “changed circumstances”—while on the rim, a story about succession-adjacent secrecy was still looking for exactly the kind of circumstance that could turn a latched door into an open one.

She knew if her secret book was discovered that would be the end of her life, Derek would have her in the gallows with immediate effect. “Fine…” He conceded. Carly quickly ran to her room and tucked her book in a hidden place in her tunic, after packing her clothes, she set out for her new mission.

“Don’t you dare—” “Relax,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender, though his grin remained. “Your secret’s safe with me.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “But just so you know, Aurelia… you might want to work on hiding it better. Because if I can see it, eventually he will too.” I turned away, clutching the book against my chest as though it could hold me together. My pulse hammered in my ears, my thoughts a storm I couldn’t calm.