Dirty Story Novels & Stories

Please come. Basil’ The next one promised to be interesting. I knew the paper he used. ‘Lylia Jordin, or should I say Sky? You used a pretty good cover, but not enough to trick me. Two of my best boys died because of you. What a waste. Hope we’ll meet soon. Now I may have a couple of purposes for you.’ Vernon Allaway’ Bastard! He found my name, but does he know about Tamor? Probably. Maybe not all details though. I should tell my father to take care.

The fog on the windows cleared slow as we pulled back onto the road. “You know what is funny” I said after a minute trying to sound light but my voice cracked. “I thought for a second you could fix everything. Like some hero cop. But nope. I am still the girl with the crazy mom and the shitty boyfriend and now I almost hooked up with the one decent guy around. Life is a joke sometimes.” Daniels gave a short laugh but it was tired. “Not a hero. Just a guy who has seen too much bad stuff and did not want to add to yours. But yeah it is messed up. I should have kept it professional from the start.”

She looked at the TV, which was muted but still flashing images of the Stone family implosion. SCANDAL: The Secret Daughter of Franklin Stone. DIVORCE: Eleanor Stone Files, Cites "Decades of Betrayal." EXCLUSIVE: The 20-Year Cover-Up That Bankrupted a Dynasty. "My face is everywhere," Claire said. "They found my yearbook photo. They found my LinkedIn. They're interviewing my third-grade teacher." "They're hungry," Aria said. "They've been feasting on the Wests for months. The Stones are fresh meat."

“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

Then Dakota’s phone buzzed once again. Blackmailer: ‘Where’s my money? Didn’t I tell you to leave the bag on the third bench? Time’s up.’ Dakota’s voice trembled as she turned to Cassian, her eyes brimming with tears. “Boss… it looks like the blackmailer didn’t get the money either.” Cassian’s fists clenched. He was seconds away from losing it. Later that evening, just as everything spiraled out of control, the internet exploded with news of Cassian and Dakota’s scandalous affair.

“What the hell are you talking about now?” Killian's voice was steady. "Don't act like you don't know, if you didn't have that file, nothing like this would occur." Mark’s eyes darkened. “You think I leaked this?” His voice rose as he slammed a printed article down onto the coffee, the headline glaring up from the glossy paper like a wound: ARIA BLAKE EXPOSED. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR STONE GLOBAL HEIR KILLION STONE? “I told you I didn’t want this going public,” Mark continues, "especially if you were stupid enough to still be involved with that girl.”

"What matters is how the story is sold. A poor girl runs away, becomes a tycoon’s mistress, and then suddenly finds a billionaire grandfather? It’s like a cheap soap opera. And the public will eat it up." Hazel glared at Cassandra with pure hatred. "You’re a piece of work." "I’ve heard that before." Cassandra gave a thin smile. "But wait, there’s more." She swiped the screen. The second part of the draft displayed another headline: "DIEGO BLAKE: BETWEEN LOVE AND SCANDAL – HOW A FORBIDDEN AFFAIR IS CRUMBLING A BUSINESS EMPIRE"

I opened the video file I had recorded an hour ago. My face stared back at me pale, determined, and trembling. “My name is Sheila Drake,” I began in the recording, my voice steady despite the tightness in my throat. “I was declared dead a year ago in a fire set by my husband, Adrian Drake. What I’m about to share will expose the truth behind his empire, his company, and the blood he’s built it on.”

he said to him self. After glancing at the door for over 5 minutes hus curiosity just couldn't let him rest. He slowly reached for the drawer pulling it open . It was so nearly arranged but something caught his attention. It was a very beautiful and expensive looking envelope. His heart began racing very fast he opened the envelope. There was a letter in it signed with the letter D and was handwritten. He recognized the handwriting to be Drake's. His heart pounded as he carefully pulled it out and opened it. I miss you. It's sad we couldn't live the life we wanted for ourselves. You'll forever be my sweet cute boy. I love you

How trashy, but fitting for a girl like her. 'Why can't you see the type of person she is.' Her pictures say it all. A wh*re, that only knows how to party. I bet she secretly has sugar daddies, or what if you were her sugar parent without knowing it? 'I can't let this happen to you.' She's not even friends with you on F******k. 'Don't you find that strange?' 'She has an I*******m?' With her real name, Olivia Wright. More like Olivia 'Slight', she's living a double life.