Exposed Novels & Stories

My hand was shaking as I was accepting their request. I also had more than a thousand notifications, thanks to Noah's tag on my name on his post. I was browsing my I*******m account when I saw Anne's latest I*******m post. Her post kill all the excitement that I felt earlier. It was a picture of her and Andrew. It was a candid shot. They look happy and in love. Anne's caption says it all. "Partner"

The fucking condom broke. Fuck. His breathing increased. Bonnie, on the other hand, asked confused as she felt the nervousness radiate from Lorenzo. "What's wrong?" "Fuck." Lorenzo only mumbled. "Lorenzo you're scaring me. What's going on? Is Grace okay?" Bonnie wobbled over to him, touching his shoulder. "The fucking—Shit!" He exclaimed, dropping the bin.

As dawn broke the next morning, the gentle beeping of the machines that kept a watchful eye on Tyler's vitals filled the room with a soft, persistent sound. I was planted firmly beside his bed, the rhythm of the beeps offering a thread of comfort amid the turmoil swirling around us. My gaze was locked onto my phone screen, scrolling through the flood of breaking news. One headline grabbed me, refusing to let go: "Caleb Jones: Wanted Fugitive Following Explosive Fraud and Embezzlement Revelations."

Blood spilled down her earlobes at once, stark and raw against her skin. Hilda's scream, high and piercing, burst through the microphone and reverberated across the hall. Beside them, Alex caught the rising swell of murmurs, each one louder than the last. His face went pale. Fighting to hold himself together, he dropped to his knees. "Mom, Dad, I really am your son!"

" My eyes narrowed. This was the friend I'd known for four years. Just to step on me in front of a woman, he was willing to drag my name through the dirt. I wasn't letting this slide. I tagged Kevin directly in the group chat. "Since you're so certain, how about we get together tomorrow night? Bring your evidence and expose me in person." Kevin replied instantly, "Sure. Ms. Spencer should come too. Since you're supposedly some wealthy heir, let's go to Grand View. You can afford to treat us there, right?" Grand View? That was the high-end club my family owned. I set down my phone and rubbed my temples. Sitting across from me was Celia Spencer, dressed in a sleek business suit that made her l

“That’s so embarrassing.” Rising from the bed, Jon hurried to slide down his boxers, allowing the length of his shaft to spring out. In the glow of the moonlight, Zoe could see the dampness around the tip, the veins lining the sides that throbbed in anticipation. “Not embarrassing, sexy,” he corrected with a grin, clambering back onto the bed and positioning himself behind her.

Sat at her desk. And for exactly sixty seconds she allowed herself to feel all of it the exposure and the relief and the fear and the quiet pride and the specific bone deep exhaustion of a woman who had been carrying something very heavy for a very long time and had just, in a Monday morning boardroom, finally set part of it down. Sixty seconds. Then she picked up her phone. Imara answered before it rang. "Tell me everything," she said. Nia told her. Precisely and completely Darian's disclosure, her own statement, Adler's response, Stellan's expression when he understood the room had moved past him entirely.