Hidden Desires Novels & Stories

Curious, I wandered through the penthouse until I entered another room. It was elegant, though not as grand as the master bedroom. A walk in closet caught my attention, and I stepped inside. Then I froze. It wasn’t a closet. It was another room entirely. A red room. And it was filled with kinky stuffs. My eyes widened as I took in everything around me. I had never imagined Kyle had a side like this hidden beneath all his control and composure. “You explored a little too far.” I gasped and spun around. Kyle leaned casually against the doorway, his gaze fixed entirely on me.

A few people shifted, throwing subtle curses my way. "Every one of yoy have secrets, affairs and things hidden in the dark that would destroy you if they ever saw the light." I stepped closer to the edge of the stage. "Some of you have sexual fetishes you wouldn't admit to your own spouses. Some of you have fantasies that would make the tabloids weep with joy. Some of you have done far worse than fall in love with someone half your age." I looked at the faces and the crowd was filled with every category.

"And I’m not going anywhere." Elena let him hold her. But deep inside, she felt the first real crack forming—not in their secret, but in her. Because the longer this went on, the less she wanted to stop it. And the more certain she became that when it finally exploded… …it would destroy them all. The closed door might still be locked. But the flames licking underneath were growing impossible to ignore.

so back the hell off. Derek walked away and slammed his bedroom door shut. I went back to my room and screamed into my pillow. I needed to know what was going on between Hailee and Derek, it was eating up at me, and it felt like this hunger that wouldn't go away. I was going to find out what they were hiding. . . one way or another. "Looks like Nancy Drew's on the case," I said sarcastically. ///

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.

Everything and everyone was the same, each pulsing heartbeat matched the other and each body secreted the heady, animal aromas that come from secret places and linger sweetly in the aftermath of desire. Yet there was a sound in the room that Kate couldn’t place. As her breath came more easily, as the stroking hands around her subsided into stillness, the noise seemed louder. Turning her head towards the fireplace, Kate searched for its source. Her befuddled brain refused to take in what she saw — it was as if she were back in Nero’s gallery of hidden desire and private pleasure. For in a chair by the fire sat one of the women in the portraits. Her eyes were closed in a pose of near-religious

After all I am all yours for tonight baby. Show me your wild desires, your crazy fantasies, you have kept inside you for so long. Show me how you dreamt about us together. Do you have hidden desires too for me just like I have for you ? I want to know about that shade of yours, baby. Show your Daddy, how much you craved for me since all these days when we were not together.",Samson requested, feeling aroused. Christian bites his inner cheeks, hearing his word, his body trembling in nervousness.

I stared around the place, everywhere was littered with garbage, the air stinked of cigarettes and waste. Some hoodlums hanged around some buildings looking like hungry dogs. I walked past them as they looked on. I entered an alley and pushed a garbage can out of the way, revealing a trap door. I opened the lock with a key and opened the door. The door had stairs that led underground. I climbed down the stairs after making sure the door was shut. I turned on my phone flash light and searched for the light switch on the wall. I found it and turned the bulb on making the room lit up. This underground house is my personal hideout. I keep photos of my victims here.

I forced myself to act like I didn't know anything and pushed open the door. The entire house was filled with a sticky, suffocating atmosphere. I made my way inside, hearing Nydia singing from the bathroom. Taking advantage of the moment, I dug out the hidden camera I had seen last time. I had no clue how to use these things. So, I hastily took a photo and searched online. But no matter how much I searched, I couldn't find an exact match. That was when it hit me—it wasn't just Nydia. There might be someone even bigger behind this.

I whisper under my breath. Looking afar, I see "myself" mocking me. I can't lie. I know that peace is one thing I won't get in this lifetime. And seeing how the world is now, I'd rather be greedy for a house that has an unlimited food supply, a bed with fluffy pillows, and an everyday rain. Who am I kidding? I already have those. Well, except for the everyday rain, that is. "Diviana. If you would please permit me to ask, are you done having a moment with yourself?"