Dirty Story Novels & Stories

The headline was huge, bold, and merciless. “MOORE EMPIRE SCANDAL DEEPENS: FIANCÉE MADISON BAKER HUMILIATED BY PREGNANT MISTRESS – ‘SHE’S A DIRTY LITTLE SECRETARY WHO PLANNED THIS FROM DAY ONE,’ AN INSIDER REVEALS.” “Oh my God,” Lauren whispered. Her hand flew to her mouth, her fingers trembling against her lips. Her vision blurred with hot, stinging tears, but she couldn't stop. She was like a crash victim who couldn't look away from the wreckage.

The bottom fell out. “Shit,” he mumbled as he looked at the mess. “No more rolls of tape from the discount store. It ain’t worth a shit.” One of Danielle’s diaries had opened. It was face down on the floor. Something was sticking out of it. It looked like a picture. Nick thought he got all the pictures together and put them in the small box downstairs.

John had an inkling that it was how she really was and how she had survived all these years. She had the world by the storm as a world class speaker, model, influencer and what not. But did everyone who adored Madeline Black knew who she truly was? He doubted it. Which was why he wanted to dig up as much of her past as he could. It was time to unveil the true Madeline Stone. It was time for revenge. Six hours later, three takeouts and a glass of bourbon later, John stumbled across quite an interesting article. It was an unpublished draft kept by a news line in their email. They published a lot of unsavory things about Madeline, criticizing her fashion and attitude and so he had hacked into t

His arms crush me against his chest and his face presses into my neck and he shakes. I cum with him. Quieter this time. A rolling wave. My body clenching around him in soft pulses that draw out the last of what he has. We sit there. His heartbeat against my chest. His cum between us. The apartment smells like sex and sweat and everything that happened on the living room floor. “For the record,” he says, “I missed one of Harmon’s questions on purpose.” I pull back. “You what.” “Eighteenth-century trade routes. I knew the answer. Left it blank.”

The graphic, violent fantasy scenarios about their relationship written by strangers who felt that they were entitled to every detail of their lives. He glimpsed his own face, the photo that had been taken for his company identification, exploded onto these boards. His life was being picked apart, his past scrutinized, his experience at the non-profit. They were looking for the clues, the secret history that would show them how nobody from the Bronx had captivated a king.

Eleanor stood there, her piercing eyes darting between them, and Nathan yanked the door open. “Well,” she thought, entering without permission. "I hate to break up whatever romantic dispute you two were having, but we are facing a serious crisis." Nathan clenched his jaw. "Now what?" A sleek tablet was thrown upon the bed by Eleanor. A breaking news notice was still visible on the screen. As Anita saw the headline, her breath caught. "GRANT FAMILY SECRETS EXPOSED: ANITA MATTHEWS—A GOLD DIGGER OR SOMETHING WORSE?"

“Yeah? Was he cool?” “The sweetest. And kind of a computer wizard. So I asked if he could help dig up dirt on Stone.” My voice drops a little, like if I say it too loudly, it might jinx it. Liam’s fingers drift down from my hair to my cheek, slow and tender, brushing the edge of my jaw before settling right above my collarbone. His expression hardens — just a flicker. “Trust me, that won’t be hard. That guy’s practically a scandal waiting to happen. Almost got busted for steroids a while back. The league covered it up, but it’s all there, buried deep enough for someone smart to find.”