Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

He took a good look at her, watching her heavy black hair move with the wind “What do you want?” “Your help.” He giggled “To hell with you.” “I know about Vivian” Brows raised, he smirked “Took you so long, I wonder why. So what is this, blackmail?” “No, just a trade. I think I've proved to you long enough that I can keep your secret, I just want something in return.” “You're a white wolf, you don't have a say at Blue Villa. You will only be setting yourself up.” She nodded “If that's what you think, I think you better kill me whenever you have another chance to.” She began walking away.

Lewd thoughts and unquenched desire prevented Cassie from getting back to sleep. She tossed and turned because her mind raced with what went down. With the blink of an eye, her relationship with Randy had morphed into something intense and unexpected. His touch left burn marks on her flesh and the memory of his lips. Shaking her head vehemently, she tried to focus on the most important piece of information that her late-night visit revealed. Randy had an affair with Melody, and the cops knew. The shit could hit the fan, at any given moment, if they came up with a shred of evidence that pointed to Dillon meeting with the Grim Reaper.

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.

Just like tonight, she sneaked in through my window to drag me out to a club, but now she is currently passed out on the floor drunk, and I'm suffering the consequences of getting our asses home. I came from a well-respected family that holds a huge title in the small town we live in. My father's wealth has been unmatched for a long time. It runs in our generation. A mining company. The donations he gives out have added more to his fame, and now I can't step out without people recognizing me. Mira knows fully well what's going to be on the headlines if I'm caught. The daughter of a wealthy man was sighted in a club. They won't listen even if you tell them it's just dancing and drinking. Rumo

I’m Leo, and yeah, you’re probably wondering how a guy who got dumped three weeks before Thanksgiving is now standing on a major adult film set about to fuck the one and only Chloe Vance. It all started with one dumb comment. I was venting to Marcus about the breakup when he leaned over my shoulder. “Dude, the studio just dropped a contest. Bad holiday? Spill your sad story in the comments and win a shoot with a top star. Might cheer you up.” “Type something,” he pushed. “Fine.” I typed fast: “Gf left me three weeks before Thanksgiving because my dick game is apparently mid. Now I’ll be alone jerking off to p**n instead of being in it. Thanks, Turkey Day.”

My heart started racing before my brain caught up. I opened the school’s main page. And there it was. Videos. Moans. Clips of me and Maya tangled up on a bed, skin against skin, her voice breathy and mine low and filthy. Someone had posted them — multiple angles, multiple moments. The caption read: “The hockey captain and his stepsister… caught on camera. #Scandal #KingstonExposed.” “No. No, no, no. This can’t be happening.”

“you’re much more in the dark than you think. But that’s about to change. I’ll see you soon.” With that, he grabbed his clothes and headed towards the door, still fully naked. After he left, I collapsed back onto the couch, then I buried my face in my palms and let the tears take over. I cried my eyes out, both because I’d been stupid enough to have sex with Gary and because of the memory of our parents' death that was beginning to resurface in my mind. After the accident, several years ago, I’d forced myself to get over them as fast as possible and move on with my life. But Gary’s revelation had put an end to that.

My face scrunched up in confusion as I opened the news app. The world dropped out from under me at what I was seeing. There we were, Serena and I, frozen in our perfect kiss. But surrounding it was a hellscape of words. Whore. Trash. Cuckold. Beast in the sack. They were tearing Serena apart. They were reducing what we had to something cheap and dirty. My past, the meaningless encounters I’d had to numb the pain of my empty marriage, were being used as weapons against her. Women I barely remembered were giving quotes to tabloids, confirming that, yes, Damien Blackwood was a legendary lay. As if that was all I was. As if that was all we were.

That night I got home (well, the new home, this stupid mansion that smelled like money damn,) and Riley was already in my room, sitting cross-legged on my bed drinking straight from a bottle of alcohol she definitely stole from the kitchen. “You okay?” she asked, eyes red. She’d been crying again. Probably over Harper, her on-again-off-again girlfriend who cheated on her every other Tuesday. “No,” I said, flopping face-down next to her. “My life is a dumpster fire with extra gasoline.” She poked my side. “Tell me.” So I told her. Everything. The professor. She took another swig, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and said, “Huh. That’s kinda hot.”

Inside was a stack of yellowed folders, sealed envelopes, and an old cassette tape. I stared. “What is that?” Kourtney pulled one of the folders out and opened it. "The real history of FRGR. Before the name. Before the company even went public.” She handed it to Travis. He flipped through it, face tightening. “This is financial laundering. Blackmail records. Offshore accounts.” “My father,” Kourtney said bitterly. “And his father before him. FRGR was never clean. It was just… polished.” I leaned forward. “Then why stay with them? Why let Dad sign on?” To be continued...