Novel & Cerita Hidden Desires

My visions had always been unpredictable, but this time, it felt deliberate, as if a higher force sought to reveal something hidden. In that moment, I saw through the veil of Dorian's stoicism. There was a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, a glimpse of the burden he carried, and the profound secrets he guarded. It was a revelation that sent a shiver down my spine. His hidden motives for approaching me now became clearer, though the details remained elusive. Dorian had a hidden agenda—one that he couldn't or wouldn't disclose, even as he sought my assistance. I couldn't ignore the sense that he was not entirely forthcoming, that there were truths he kept locked away.

~HOLLY~ I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole. No… not swallow me. I wish it would erase me completely. Because the way Gabriel is looking at me right now… I don’t think I can survive it. Our secret affair is exposed!!! My fingers tremble violently as I clutch the bedsheet tighter around my naked body, dragging it up to my chest like it can somehow hide the shame, the sin, the destruction sitting right in front of me.

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?

Awaiting the arrival of my husband, Phil, I sat in the living room in my robe and his favorite red and black lace baby doll. Flipping through the channels, I heard a car door shut. Excitement rushed through my body as the desire for him grew with every second it took him to reach the house. After 3 long months of not seeing Phil, I was ready for one wild night. One that he would not forget for a long time. Hearing the lock turn, I began to move more anxiously in my seat. When the door opened, I could not take the wait any longer. Jumping from my seat, I ran to the front door and jumped in Phil's arms just as he dropped his bags. Wrapping his arms around my face, he kissed me with intense pas

“You’ve done that before, and I’m hoping this whiskey will keep an old anger in check.” Leaning back, she crossed her legs. “You want to know a secret?” I blinked at her aloofly, not interested in whatever it is she wants to make known. “You do not seem interested, but I’ll make it known, so you wouldn’t repeat the same mistake. That slap didn’t make me angry or push me away, if anything, it turned me on.” This bitch is crazy. “I love being submissive to a sadist, so I’m used to the pain.” She opened the file and signed on it, sealing the deal with S.H. “You want to know another secret?” She pushed the file towards me.

Well, I'm the fucking Devil, and I will make people roar in fear of me. I'll be the dark fog engulfing the room, with nothing to lose and so much to gain. Like smoke, destroying everything it comes into contact with, until, all that remains is the aberrant odour of my contamination. My name is Sandro Peker, and you can read about my mission in the upcoming instalment of... Hidden Secrets: Forbidden Heirs.

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

The door to Marcus Wayne’s private room creaked open, and I stepped inside hesitantly. My heels clicked against the hardwood floor, a sound that felt deafening in the suffocating silence. The dim light cast long shadows across the elegant yet eerie room, with its heavy drapes and dark leather furniture. Every instinct screamed at me to turn around, to walk out of this mess, but I couldn’t. My boss’s warning echoed in my mind. "A favor for a favor is how things are run," he’d said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The questions swirled in my mind, but the more I thought about it, the more confused I became. Then, like a bolt of lightning, the most terrifying thought struck me—the camera. My eyes flew open in panic as I quickly scanned the room, searching every corner, every shadow, for any sign of surveillance. My heart raced even faster as I imagined him watching me, recording every humiliating moment. But after a frantic search, I exhaled in relief, finding no cameras hidden. This room must be so private and important to him that it had no cameras. Of course it should be—it’s the place where he pleasures himself by torturing women. I grumbled, but then a shiver ran down my spine as the thought of be

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.