Dirty Little Traitor Novels & Stories

Until the cleansing was done, no one could get any closer. I looked at Marcus. The man who had bought me my first training uniform was also the same man who had almost killed me with his own hands a moment ago. His eyes were full of regret and fear, but I could not feel sad anymore. I could feel my heart slowing down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cyrus edging backward. He wanted to slip into the forest before Victor called for the inevitable retreat. "Lucian..." I forced the words out of my mouth even when I was gasping. "Go… Go and kill Cyrus… He… He's a traitor!"

This next chapter is about the next Dirty J member Titus. Being a no attachment guy Titus meets Ivana. Eagered not to be attached Ivana tries to pretend she is not in love with Titus but jealously is eating her from the inside and constantly lies to make her pretend easy. Will she confess or keep the lies? IVANA “Stupid, idiotic, moronic son of a bitch!” “You know that ‘stupid,’ ‘idiotic,’ and ‘moronic’ all mean basically the same thing, right?” My best friend, Chelsea, grinned at me.

“What is your business with my virginity? Maybe you should learn to stop poking your nose into other people's business. Then you will live long on earth. Mira pokes my hand, motioning for me to stop. I ignore her. Someone needs to tell him that. Who else but me? He acts all calm and saintly, like he knows everything, but I know what lurks behind that mask. Mira bends down, picking up the rose vibrator and stuffing it into her bag. I reach out, snatching it back from her.

“Try me.” He gave a tired smile. “Maybe I am just the scape goat used to disrupt things so that I can help you see the real traitor.” “Okay… I definitely wasn't expecting that answer.” “You still don’t get it, Ghost. You think you’re fighting me but you’re fighting the wrong man. The actual person who sold you out isn’t the one bleeding in your bed. The cover up plan is.” His voice faded. “And you trust them too much to see, that's the problem.”

His voice thundered. “Yes, we do!” they shouted back. He turned toward them, his eyes gleaming. “Today, I present to you Nightowl Academy’s newest traitor.” The hall erupted in jeers. “She will do your laundry. She will wash your clothes, even your underwear. She is not a wolf. She is a filth and will serve as one,” he said, throwing me an evil smile. He was enjoying every second of my humiliation. The crowd howled, fists in the air, feeding on my shame.

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

She yanked him upright, dragging him to the door with ease. “You’re banned from this territory. Now get out,” she barked, shoving him hard. Johnny stumbled out, glaring back at her. They exchanged a searing look anger, resentment, and power colliding in their silent standoff, until he finally turned and stormed off. Scarlet spun on her heel and returned to the table. “Now, back to the business of the day,” she declared coldly. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. “We have a traitor in our midst,” she continued, pacing slowly. “We’ve already uncovered one—Damien, the chemist. But there are more. Hidden among us. And we need to dig deeper.”

He shakes his head, frantic. “I can flip again. I have new intel. I’ve got connections—” “You don’t even have a spine.” “I can get you into Roman’s side ops. Secure lines. Shipment manifests. I’m useful, man. I’m not the enemy.” “You’re a traitor.” “I’m alive.” “For now.” He drops to his knees. Begging. His hands clasped like prayer. “Please. Just let me disappear again. I’ll never come near your circle. I’ll vanish for real.”

How did she managed to sneak into our territory so easily so many times without any relevant source of information. There was always a possibility of having a traitor among us but for some reason I don’t want to believe it. to believe it means I have to look everyone in the same light. To call my own people the traitor, the ones I share the blood, sweat and tears. At the end, all of it will be of no vain. Ravenna finally made her move as she stepped forward and pulled back the dagger from the chest of alpha jack. The body of alpha jack crumbled almost instantly in the ash. His whole body turned into ash not even leaving the bones.

The red light brothel was still lively and a few high-profiled billionaires strolled around the place with beautiful courtesans clinging like bloodsucking leeches to their arms. Boarded on an exclusive black elevator, Mort went down to Underground Zero. He traversed the empty, cold, and dim red hallway. When he arrived, the cold-blooded man opened the room. Vladimir's personal assistant covered in blood and sleeping, chained to the wooden star opened up to him. From the dim corner, Mort stepped into the chair opposite the traitor's PA and sit, waiting for the man to wake up.