Every Secret Thing Novels & Stories

“The lights—“ “Will stay,” he cut her off in between before she could demand anything. They had always done everything in the dark, and she never allowed him to see her there or anywhere. It was shocking how she would become a freak in lust but still be shy. The rear and deadly combination always set him off the edge. She licked her lips as she stared at him; he knew she wanted this as much as he did, they had waited long enough for him to have a glance at her.

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♡

Everyone else was where they were supposed to be, but I wasn’t about to waste another second playing fair. I walked quickly, purposefully, until I reached Seb’s locker. I glanced left, then right. Empty hall. Perfect. I’d already managed to get his passcode earlier this week, people underestimate how easy it is to watch someone when they’re not paying attention. He thought he was clever, but I was smarter. I typed the numbers in. The lock clicked open. Inside, a pile of books and random junk. But one thing caught my eye immediately: a small black box shoved into the corner. There was a sloppy label on the top in Seb’s handwriting: Secret.

Now, as I delve into the obscured pages of our past, I yearn for the secrets they are poised to unveil. Crystal wasn't merely a newfound secret—she was a revelation, an enigma unfurling from the shadows, a compelling entity whose truths had only begun to pierce the surface of our understanding. Her unveiling held the intensity of a cosmic event, leaving a permanent mark upon the fabric of our reality.

I ask when I saw Black putting his hand at Keiko's back. "Huh? Of course not! Why did you ask?" he awkwardly laughs as he said that. I raised a brow but said nothing. I am becoming more suspicious about all the people who will and are about to approach me. Secrets. Some secrets are for the better, some are for the worst. I don't want to experience such. Neither for the better nor the worst. It's still a secret that can hurt you like hell. It's like living in a hell full of agony and hatred. That was like it.

Seb finally says. "Name it." I swallow. "You play Cold Secrets with me." *** Cold Secrets. The sadistic game that Seb invented when we were kids, in one of our almost daily trips to the 7/11 near our school. The rules are simple. We each drink a Slurpee and try to stop a brain freeze and whoever’s unsuccessful at it tells the other person a secret. The first time I played it, my migraine didn't stop for days and I vowed to never let him talk me into it again. Obviously, since I just agreed at doing it with him again now, I have failed my past self.

My heart was still racing. I opened my notebook, the one hidden beneath my pillow and flipped to a fresh page. At the top, I wrote in capital letters: The Second Secret. Then, beneath it: Vanessa and Kyle are working together. Fraud through MorganTech. Secret accounts. Adrian’s money involved. My handwriting looked almost foreign to me, as if someone else had written it. My pulse refused to slow down. I transferred the photos from my phone to my laptop and encrypted them under a hidden folder labeled “Recipes.” It was almost poetic. No one ever looked there.

Her entire focus was on the tiny USB stick hidden deep in her pocket, the secret container that held her darkest secret. The secret on the USB stick felt like a ticking time bomb that could explode her life at any moment. Alicia could feel its presence, as if it had come alive and was restlessly jumping in her pocket. She knew she was standing at a dangerous crossroads, where every choice she made could lead to unforeseen consequences. She needed a plan, a plan that would protect her while revealing the truth. But how could she find a safe path through the fog of uncertainty?

I’m already smiling as I tap. Then my phone buzzes in my hand. The screen lights up, the glow cutting through the dim office. My smile fades, thumb freezing mid-motion. Unknown Number. My core twists, tightening like a fist clenching around my ribs. I stare at the notification, debating whether to open it. Against every instinct screaming at me to delete it, I swipe it open. 'Still hiding secrets? He’ll find out soon enough.' I have exactly one secret, one piece of my past I’ve buried so deep it’s almost like it belongs to someone else.

“I suppose it’s time to give credit where it’s due,” Michael clicks his tongue. “Every family has secrets as we all know it. A chink in their armour. A skeleton in their closet. Something that is dark and ugly and utterly humiliating. The secrecy that no one wishes anyone to learn. But can you imagine what catastrophe these secrets can cause if they land in the wrong hands? Can you imagine the power it gives you over those fools? It’s unimaginable. You should try,” he laughs maniacally. “It’s like a drug, I promise. It’s hard to get enough of it.”