Dirty Secrets Novels & Stories

Maya’s face flashed in my mind—her screaming my name, pussy clenching around me as I filled her with cum. The way she’d whispered that she loved being my sister while I fucked her. And now this? Clara holding our dirty secret like a loaded gun. I wiped her lipstick off my cheek with the back of my hand, but the taste of danger lingered. What the fuck was I supposed to do now?

I ordered a burger with an iced Americano, picking a nice table by the window. Nothing beats a nice view as you eat your stress away. "Why didn't I see anything about the club on the portal, or is there something you aren't telling me?" She takes a sip of her orange juice, giving me a look. "I knew you were going to ask. That's why I kept it a secret from you. There is this group—actually, it's not on the portal. This club is secret. Not everyone knows about it. Just the higher-ups who go there to satisfy their dark cravings.

A roommate hears things that should stay buried, things spoken in unguarded moments, softened by affection or fatigue. April may already have spoken to Aria. The possibility tightens something in my chest. If the vial is mentioned, even in passing, the damage will be irreversible. Secrets survive only in silence. A clean slate vanishes the moment truth escapes into the wrong hands. No matter how close things become, that information stays locked away. Some knowledge poisons everything it touches. Certain sights never fade once they are seen. I already carry too many of them. Acts committed. Lives ended. None of that belongs to her.

I am secretary to my boss Michael, he has high self-esteem, he was also a cold and ruthless billionaire boss, and is loyal to his girlfriend. I once spied on them having a good time, it was intentional at first but I just couldn’t leave. He didn’t mix work with pleasure, they just had a short go that day.

A thin line of dark hair ran from his navel straight down into the waistband. Maya pressed her thighs together. Heat bloomed low in her belly, instantly. She’d seen him naked once, four years ago, the summer before senior year. She’d come over unannounced to return Lila’s charger and heard the unmistakable slap of skin on skin and loud moans from Ethan’s room. The door cracked, she’d looked. He’d had some girl bent over the edge of his bed, skirt shoved up, panties around one ankle. Ethan behind her, jeans barely past his hips, fucking her with long, punishing strokes.

Didn’t grab my arm. Didn’t say wait. I got to the door. Hand on the knob. Panic clawed up my throat. I spun around. “What about your secret fetish ?” I blurted. Voice cracking. “The one where you want a threesome? With me and her? You still want that?” The room went dead quiet. Noah’s face went white. “How…how the fuck do you know that?” Yvana laughed. Slowly and Smug. “Oh honey. You really thought he kept secrets from me?”

He slides it over to me. I want to look I want to know, but I’m I ready for the dark secrets that stain his soul. With trembling hands I flip it open. Numbers and names, a list, I pick it up and that’s when the darkness swallows me. I clasp my mouth shut as photos scatter onto the desk. Photos of people, dead people. Photos of women being held hostage. I gasp for air as some of the names are crossed out with a red pen. “What is this?” I ask, fearing the answer. “Keep looking, all the answers is in there.” His voice a whisper of horror. I lift my gaze, the fear in his eyes replicates mine.

“I’m sorry for hurting you, I was blinded by my sick fantasies and I forgot about your feelings.” “Did you rape of all the women whose pictures you kept in your drawer?” I asked, apprehensively. “No, I didn’t rape them, I only did that… with you because I knew you wouldn’t agree on giving me what I wanted from you. You weren’t like other girls, your eyes hold innocence and they were no near to what you’re. That’s why I’m sitting here, explaining to you my deepest secret because Jenna I… I—have fallen in love with you, and there was never a day when I didn’t miss you,” he blurted out in one go. I never found him that nervous and racing. He seemed a different person as he opened up to me.

I searched, entering one of the IP addresses registered in my computer's system. I will find you! You can hide from me Edward, and I know you're old and quickly killed. **

The leak started as a whisper, a tremor on the surface of the stagnant pond that was the accepted narrative. Sarah Chen, her lawyer, called it “controlled demolition.” Brianna called it terrifying. Each carefully placed piece of information, each anonymous quote, chipped away at the National Informer's fortress of lies. The first sign of cracks came when a rival tabloid ran a sidebar article titled, “Senator’s Sweetheart – Victim or Villain?” Levi called Brianna, his voice tight with anxiety.