Good Secrets Novels & Stories

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.

A girl can dream. I flash my I.D. badge at the desk security guard, who no doubt believes he actually works for a porn warehouse, and make my way to the back of the building, past aisles and aisles of storage boxes of smut. At the very back of the warehouse is a standard bookshelf lined with DVD’s. I look for the current secret video—Jurassic Puss, tagline: ‘Life finds a way . . . to cum’—and pull it from the shelf, triggering the mechanism which opens up the secret door leading down to the subterranean building which is the true heart of T.H.E.M.’s operations.

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.

He confessed. "Go to the office in my house. The third bookshelf is on the right. Pull the grey book, and a secret door will open. The safe in that room contains all the documents of his properties, especially bunkers where he hides in the West and South. I will advise you to ensure Gordon Miles, Sean Garret, Joan Clayman, and Wilson Carson are out of the way before you go for him. I have one thing to request," He said, and I looked at him. It was obvious he was waiting for this day.

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♡

It Runs In The Family Thalia What the actual fuck???? Thalia was making her way through the dream scape, throwing her secret message around like fucking confetti when she sensed something so alluring she knew it had to be some kind of gift from the gods. It was warmth, it was like chocolate fucked peanut butter then rolled in Carmel, sex on fire. It was a hum that made her toes curl a bit. So..she ran to it. not walked but...ran. She could hear things more clearly now, she was stepping into somewhere new, and somewhere new had a deep husky voice mumbling something, grunting quiet moans.

She asks, referring to our lives five years ago "No hidden secrets" THE END.