Hidden Desire Novels & Stories

What was she thinking this time? “Your knees are failing because you’re hungry.” She rolled her eyes. “What? How—” He almost forgot that Winzi could read his thoughts. Damn this witch! He clenched his fist. “Shut up! I hear you. Try that again, and I will twist your tongue.” She gave him a warning look. He let out a deep sigh. How could he easily forget about the weird attributes of this faerie behind him? He should just accept that his privacy was gone in this world. Given Winzi, who could read his mind. What else could he hide?

It took them awhile, but they managed to go through everything and pack up the useless stuff. Angel was in the office going through the desk while two of staff members were packing up the books inside when one of them went to grab another book and the whole shelf moved. Her father who had just been standing there looked at her oddly and she shrugged, she hadn’t known the room was there either. When they opened it, they found what appeared to be a secret office in what was intended to be a panic room. There was a lot of paperwork, financial information, a lot of things that didn’t make sense right off. Until Angel looked at it closer and saw the pattern. It turned out Kingsley hadn’t just bee

I pretended like I didn't hear him because I'm very well aware that it is not the right place to let out my pride. That's how we both started to search the book named "The Hidden secrets." until 2 O'clock but the damn book nowhere to find. Hunger knocked my stomach frequently begging me to eat something although I reminded her that we are here to search the book, not for eating, but couldn't able to control myself I asked him shyly, "Why don't we eat and resume our searching?" but no response. "Blake, I'm hungry." I turned around and whined like a baby but the place where he stood before was empty.

“Just wait and see, I’ll scold you and for good, JK.” Devoid of everything as the path is nothing but pitch black, yet she knew where she is going and when will she stop. The hidden desires want, needs and his secret is looming around her. Things that should all be left where they are, but somehow are drawn towards her. Not because she is someone that brings more than, yet neither the light and darkness. But someone to whom he trusted, thinking that he is betrayed by her and now is rescuing him from the deep well of sin that he let himself grab a hold of. “When will you ever know that there are things of much importance than listening to your stubborn and want

Talon's POV As Tania finished pouring her heart out to me, revealing a deeply personal secret she had been carrying, a profound realization struck me. In that moment, I understood that I too had been harboring a secret, one that I could no longer keep hidden. Overwhelmed by the weight of this revelation, I instinctively reached out and embraced her, sensing that she deserved to know the truth just as much as she had shared her own truth with me.

He harbored a deep desire to keep this knowledge concealed, at least until the opportune moment arrived, when he could lay claim to her heart and soul. An unsettling feeling tugged at his gut, a gnawing sense that something was amiss. Isabella's behavior had taken on an air of secrecy, as if she were hiding a weighty secret, and this intuition filled Adam with a growing concern for her well-being. He couldn't help but suspect that she was suffering in some way, burdened by a hidden turmoil that she chose to bear alone.

ANGEL Everyone has a dark secret. The filthiest, dirtiest, corrupted fantasies that we imagine just before sleep take us to oblivion. That innate desire our judgmental world silences, it lingers in the pit of your stomach, spreading like a virus, an incurable, rotten disease to your throat, an abomination never to be whispered. Do you have a secret like that? Think hard. . . You can tell me. Don't you have one like that? Think again. . . Harder. Go deeper. Take me in—all of me. I want to be inside. . . of your mind.

I fear not the vastness of the open, but the suffocating darkness that conceals what I should know. -Unknown. |K I R I L L| There's no denying it—she's concealing something, and I'm certain of it. It could be a seemingly innocent secret she's embarrassed about, or it might be as trivial as harboring ill intentions. Either way, it poses a potential danger. Secrets wield a certain level of risk, especially when they involve others.

But how long could we hide? One slip, and our worlds...families, teams, the block...would implode. Part of me wanted to confess everything, lay it bare. The other? Craved the next stolen moment, his cock inside me, that forbidden rush. God, what the hell are we doing? And why can't I stop?