Dirty Stories Novels & Stories

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

The photos stopped being cute. The last few: Ethan alone, shirt unbuttoned, eyes heavy-lidded while straight at the camera like he knew someone would see. Like he *wanted* someone to see. Then, a tucked-away folder labeled **Archive 3** It looks vague, and was hidden between “Taxes 2024” and “Contracts Signed.” Probably business. Probably none of my business. Yet, I clicked, and the moment it opened, dozens of thumbnails loaded instantly. Men. Entwined.

“No more apologies. Just truth. Start from the beginning. Every detail.” I nodded, still breathless from the kiss, my lips tingling. We sank to the floor right there in the hallway, backs against the wall, knees touching as I began to unravel the web of secrets I’d been trapped in. The words poured out—about Mom’s early affairs, the way she’d manipulated Dad into bad investments to cover her tracks, the anonymous tips she’d sent to rivals to sabotage competitors. Dante listened intently, asking questions that probed deeper, his hand never leaving mine, fingers intertwined in a silent promise. Hours slipped by unnoticed, the party a distant roar. By the time I finished, my voice was hoarse, m

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

Instead, he intertwined our fingers and whispered, “Don’t let me lose you again.” “You won’t,” I said. “Not this time.” The next morning, I woke up to chaos. My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Notifications. Messages. Missed calls. Damien came out of the shower, towel around his waist. “What’s going on?” I turned the screen toward him. Headlines screamed from every corner of the internet: Cross LEGACY EXPOSED ILLEGAL EXPERIMENTS LEAKED ONLINE BILLIONAIRE HEIRS ACCUSED OF COVER UP

Did he really push a woman into me just to spill a drink on me? Turning, I walk down the hall and into the room, opening the door I step into the bathroom. The dress is socked, and stained. Lifting it from my body, I use a cloth to try and clean the stain. It's useless, the dress was perfect, and now it's ruined.

But just as she was settling into a particularly vindictive scheme, her phone buzzed on the desk, interrupting her thoughts. Curious, she glanced at the screen. A news alert flashed before her eyes: **"Shocking Revelations: The Scott Family's Dark Secrets Exposed!"** Her heart raced as she clicked on the link, her stomach sinking as she read the headline. The article detailed an explosive exposé revealing her parents’ involvement in the murder of Aria’s biological mother, the takeover of properties, and the deceptive adoption of Aria.

Which was most of this summer, you can guess why. Like I said I trusted her and things were going good but that was before last week happened, the raid. You see to everyone else, it was just a club but to Stella and I and everyone who knew, it was more than that. It was a side to myself I kept hidden for so long. A dangerous intricate past that I only started to question when I met Summer. I wasn’t a mafia or anything, you see owning a club was a dream of mine and it was all well until two years ago. After covid and quarantine, business was no longer how it was. People were moving out of this part of Oregon and no one really stopped by.

The professor is still half-dazed as she starts tossing cleaning and laundry detergents in a small plastic grocer cart, along with various small cleaning equipment and even a very compact multi-purpose vacuum cleaner. The only time I was ever exposed to people who are that rich was that one time I was with Eddie in that damn fucking villa. And that incident is the biggest reason why I can’t even date, much less consider making out with a man or have a one-night stand! As she searched for her wallet inside her bag to get to Bien’s credit card, she notices the Manila envelope right beside it, its flap now fully open. She can see the red splatters, the slashed flesh of someone’s back, and blood

In a strike, he had succeeded in annihilating every competing he had in the family. At the end of the day,I reached out to Mr. A, he helped us influence the story as it was told by the media. It was reported as a fire incident at a wedding. As we did all these, I wondered what would happen if we, my family someday find ourselves in a mess such as this. The heart of man is dark and bitter, it is even more so in the life we chose.