Dangerous Little Secrets Epub Novels & Stories

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

Ava whimpered, walls fluttering around Jordan’s fingers. “And when you’re really going at it?” Jordan leaned closer, lips brushing Ava’s ear. “I grab my dildo from the drawer. The thick purple one. I fuck myself with it while I listen to you come. Imagining it’s your mouth on me. Or your fingers. Or your tongue.” Ava’s eyes widened, a fresh gush of wetness coating Jordan’s hand. Jordan pulled her fingers out slowly, slick strands connecting them to Ava’s entrance. She reached under the bed and pulled out a small black vibrator, curved, and ridged with a pronounced head.

Michael raised an eyebrow like he was putting pieces together. Lorraine took a slow sip of wine, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t worry… your little secret is safe with me. For now. But family secrets this big? They have a way of coming out whether you want them to or not.” The silence that followed was suffocating. Maya was still in the bathroom getting sick, and I sat there wondering how much longer we could keep this house of cards from completely collapsing.

“There will be dangerous men at this club. You will sit quietly, smile when I tell you to, and keep that pretty pussy dripping for Daddy.” Aliyah nodded, heart pounding. “Yes, Daddy.” The underground club was hidden beneath an old warehouse. Exclusive. Invitation only. The kind of place where powerful criminals made deals and indulged their darkest desires. Viktor kept a possessive hand on her lower back as they entered. Heads turned. Men in expensive suits stared at her openly. Women gave jealous glances. Viktor led her to a private table in the VIP section where three other powerful men already waited. Dinner began normally enough — expensive wine, perfect food, quiet conversation about bu

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?

Libby warned. The screen of the television opened. "Where ?" I asked, not seeing anyone on the screen. "In the main gate, Master. Unidentified man left a box in the gate. Let me scan it first." Libby said. "Okay. Send the report on my computer. I'm going to our room." I said and walked out of my room. I checked the hallway before going to the library. I made a secret passage behind my long table going to the secret garage. I sat on my swivel chair and checked the report on the big screen.

An instant later, a thunderous crash shook the heavy door. The lock screeched, a metallic wail. The three little ones on the bed, sensing danger, fell silent. They clung to me, shivering against my stomach. As the door began to give way, I shut my eyes, hopeless.

“Sometimes, I wonder if I am adopted or something.” It isn’t the first time she says something like this. She tries to gaslight everyone into thinking she’s being mistreated, when in fact, she’s the wicked one. “Don’t start, Liana.” Dad scolds, his voice low and angry. “Let me be, Dad.” Liana shrugs. “We all know Lennox is everyone’s favorite, while I remain the evil child. The wayward one.” She sneers.

The little goblin stood this way, the book held tightly in her hands, her lips moving silently. "Well?" Mike asked after nearly a minute had passed. "Tink doesn't remember." Shoulders slumping, Tink handed the book to Mike. "Maybe husband figure out?" "We'll see." Opening the book, he was surprised to see the words swim across the page, the text fixing itself in place before his eyes. Expecting some profound piece of magic, he realized he was looking at a fairly simple recipe for peanut butter cookies. Flipping back and forth, he saw that the recipe was the same on every page.

I turned to leave, but my hand brushed my mattress memory—Katherine’s autobiograph, y—and it flashed like a warning in my mind. I looked back at Damien, voice lower now. “Your house keeps secrets.” Something shifted in his eyes. So fast, someone less angry might miss it. “What secrets?” he asked. I held his gaze. And lied. “Nothing,” I said. “Yet.” Then I walked out, pulse hammering, because I’d just done the most dangerous thing you can do in a house like this: I’d hinted I knew something. And I’d refused to surrender it.