Romans & histoires Every Last Secret

Why was it the last secret? Alexander slammed the journal shut and the sound was loud. His eyes were burning with anger. He looked at Eleanor. "The key, " he said in a low voice. "What is James talking about Eleanor? What secret did he hide?" Eleanor was scared of Alexander's intensity but she was also very scared of what she had just learned. James had not just been watching; he had been making things happen.. Now with the mention of a last secret and a safe deposit box she felt a cold dread. What other surprise was waiting for them ready to ruin the peace they had just started to find?

A switch? I remembered what Marcus said. “Every desk George ever bought has secret compartments.” I checked the bottom of the drawer again, ran my fingers under it, then pushed the panel at the back. Click. My heart jumped. The false back popped open. Inside was a thin leather bookworn, brown, and sealed with a gold clasp. I pulled it out with shaking hands. No name. No label. I opened it slowly. The first page had a sentence, written in that same neat, scratchy handwriting I recognized from George’s notes. “She is the last test. She must not know until the end.” My blood turned cold.

Chad cleared his throat. “They can ask all the questions that they want, it doesn’t mean I have to answer them.” Mya looked at Chad. Everyone had a lie or secret. It was naïve to think otherwise. In the case of Amy, she had one skeleton in her closet. To say that Mya was after revenge wouldn’t be wrong. Everyone needed to be taught a lesson. Secrets broke families and friendships. It made no sense to have them. If everyone could be honest the world would be a better place.

The bear gave a little curtsy at that and clicked play on the tablet once again. “One last thing?” “You’re certainly demanding, let’s hear it.” She teased, but her glee was evident. “I LOVE YOU, ARIA GRAY!” Aria gasped and the bear backtracked from the room, the screen displaying one last message. “I’ll see you soon.” “What just happened?” Hazel asked slowly and Aycin smirked inwardly, all the women in the room were in a daze. Trust his brother to dazzle the crowd wherever he goes. “I have no idea.” She whispered airily.

“Not because you’re the Heir, and not because you’re related to the Heir.” “Then explain.” Kael said. The stranger looked toward the portrait Lyra carried, then toward her, then toward the storm gathering beyond the window. When he finally spoke, every word landed with terrifying weight. “Your mother spent her entire life protecting one secret.” The room held its breath. “The last secret the Guardians were willing to die for.”. “What secret?” Lyra asked. For a moment, he looked almost reluctant, as though he hated what he was about to say. Then he delivered the truth or at least part of it.

And then, at the very bottom of the box, we got to my diary. The one that I had hidden in a secret compartment in the dresser that I thought my mother knew nothing about. The one that I had written in about the bullying and abuse that I suffered. The one that I had confided some of my darkest and deepest insecurities. Ashley saw my face and frowned. “Jenna?” “It’s my … my … my d-d-d-d-iary,” I whispered. “It’s here. Which means she found it. Which means… she read it.”

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

“But first, we must ensure Marcus does not destroy your mother’s legacy.” In Switzerland, a far greater secret awaited them. Not just about the death of Sofia White, but about what she was truly carrying in that car that night a secret capable of shaking the very foundations of the world. END OF CHAPTER 86..

Wine was poured. Food was served. But no one was eating. Not really. We were circling. Waiting. Then I stood. Lifted my glass. “To secrets,” I said. Everyone froze. Holly blinked. Santino frowned. Dante grinned. “To the things we hide,” I continued. “And the people who hide them best.” Holly set her glass down. Slowly. Deliberately. I turned to her. “Tell me, Holly. What’s the worst secret you’ve ever kept?”