Good Secrets Novels & Stories

“Perla enough. I’m sorry for my sisters’ and mother’s attitudes. We’ll have five of the Sunday specials, water all around. We also want ten minutes of your time. We have questions only you can answer.” “Let me guess, you found the contents of his safe, his secret office in the garage with all his hidden shit in the weird compartments or you found a finger or appendage somewhere on the property.” She smugly watched as their mouths all dropped open incredulously. “No? Oops. My bad. What do you want?” “He has a safe in a secret office?”

Only when I spotted the closed door did I heave a sigh of relief. After that, I quickly dug out the note from the hidden pocket of my coat. A few words were scrawled on the piece of paper. "Quick, escape! Danger!" My heart skipped a beat out of horror. I quickly tore the note into pieces before stuffing it back into the hidden pocket. Then, I pulled out my phone and tapped on a WhatsApp chat box before typing out a message. I made sure to send the coordinates of my location too. When everything was done, I deleted the chat history immediately before placing my phone and my coat in their original positions. Finally, I sighed in relief.

**The Price of Secrets** Sophia walked briskly through the garden that sprawled behind the reception hall, the cool night air stinging her cheeks. The garden lights cast a soft glow on the manicured hedges and blooming roses, but the beauty of the place only deepened her sense of isolation. Her thoughts whirled chaotically, the weight of Ethan’s words pressing down on her. Who could be watching her, and why? She felt a cold shiver run down her spine as she tried to piece together the fragments of Jason’s betrayal, Ava’s involvement, and Ethan’s cryptic warnings.

he asked, glancing over the array of dishes on the table. "Greta made pancakes," I informed him, pouring some maple syrup into a small dish. "Excellent choice," he said, helping himself to the pancakes. As we started eating. Sebastian's presence brought a sense of normalcy to the surreal situation we found ourselves in. The clinking of cutlery and occasional exchanges with the staff created a backdrop of routine, grounding us in the midst of the unexpected journey we had embarked upon. Sebastian finished his breakfast, and as he looked at me, he mentioned that he would be heading to the office. A subtle unease crept over me, sensing a distance growing between us. I approached him, and he rea

Just more mess. Then she noticed something. A door she hadn't seen before. It was at the back of the closet. Hidden behind hanging jackets. Grace pushed the jackets aside. The door had a lock on it. A keypad lock. She tried Mason's birthday. Wrong. She tried their wedding date. Wrong. Then she tried Sophia's birthday. Click. The door unlocked. Of course. He used Sophia's birthday for his secret room. Grace opened the door slowly. The room was dark. She found a light switch and flipped it.

Ruby sat in the tub reeling from the brief conversation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **Dez** "Viktor! I found her; I'm leaving now." He was ecstatic and ready to leave. "Do not say where you are going. No one needs to know what you are doing. This must remain a secret until we know more about this situation." This was an odd request but he didn't mind. Dez was a private person anyway. "This may be more dangerous than I originally thought. Be extremely cautious." "I understand, I will text you after I get settled." He turned and was out of the building and in his car in less than thirty seconds.

That distance felt really good. The first suitcase contained my clothes, shoes, and toiletries, so I unpacked them quickly. The second one I opened carefully and slowly. I lifted the base, peeled off the lining, and took out the portable hard drive and second phone wrapped in a soft sleeve. I hid them under the desk drawer and arranged other things in front. I had done this in other places before. But none of those rooms had security like this. I sat on the bed. The room smelled of fresh flowers, clean linen, and serious money.

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♡

Tom mused internally as he watched one of Grossman’s meaty henchmen shift his weight from foot to foot. The masks of fake politeness were properly off between them. But Mikhail Grossman was still Tom’s generous employer, and Tom - his overpaid, cocky but irreplaceable IT genius. It was still a mystery to Tom why Grossman suddenly became so suspicious. He had a vague idea it was something to do with Vlad, or maybe Leila being his fiancée. Nobody seemed to inform Grossman what had happened a few hours ago in Vlad’s office, and Tom didn’t feel their meeting was the occasion to break the bad news. He was calmly watching Grossman pace like a caged animal, oblivious to the secret symphony Tom cond

My phone remained switched off on the kitchen counter, and I had nothing nearby that could be used as a weapon. “Who is it?” I called. No one answered. I looked through the peephole. The corridor was empty. My hand trembled as I unlocked the door but kept the security chain in place. When I opened it a few inches, cold air entered the apartment. There was no person outside. Only a small black box resting on the floor. Every instinct told me not to touch it. But I already recognised the gold emblem printed across its lid. Contini.