In Too Deep Real Story Novels & Stories

Trent The very second I drifted into consciousness from the deep sleep I had been in, I remembered I was a married man. A smile spread over my face before I even opened my eyes. I was married. Well, I wasn’t just married. I was married to the best woman in the whole wide world. She was mine. All mine.

I said. "So today is the day where you publish your newest book and it's called The Real Deal. Can you tell us briefly what it is about?" The MC asked and I smiled nodding. "Well.. I don't want to spoil anything but it's based on my own love life. I wrote this book for my boyfriend, Ares, just to thank him for everything." I said and I turned to see Ares standing beside my dad. He smiled widely at me and I turned to the audience again nervously.

The door slammed as Catherine stormed into the penthouse, her heels echoing like gunshots against the marble floor. Her chest rose and fell with rage. Her phone was blowing up — not just messages, but trending hashtags: #CarterWedding #CatherineForgiveHim #TheOneTrueCouple All lies. And James? He was playing the perfect role. His face was on every news outlet. He had become the nation’s groom — the poor, heartbroken billionaire fighting for the love of his life.

Turned. Marc collapsed onto the couch—elbows on knees, head in hands, water still dripping from his hair onto the cushions. “They’re cutting me.” Damien knelt in front of him—hands on Marc’s thighs, steadying, grounding. “They won’t. Not if we fight.” “How?” Marc’s voice broke—cracked open, raw. “Everyone knows now. Photos. Audio. The chain. They’ve got everything.” Damien cupped his face—thumbs brushing wet cheeks, wiping rain and tears Marc hadn’t realized were there. “Then we stop hiding. Joint statement. Truth. We’ve been in love since college. Marriage was paper. No conflict—only love.”

ANIKA’S POV “Open your eyes, angel… please, Anika, open your eyes.” That voice… It was achingly familiar. My eyelids fluttered, but every nerve in my body screamed in pain. Every inch of me hurt like I’d been torn apart and thrown from the highest cliff imaginable, which, in a cruel twist of irony, was exactly what had happened. I was quite literally thrown off from a high uncompleted building because my own husband did not see my life as worth jack shit… I mean I was here lying in a pool of my own blood wasn’t I?

You're deliberately stirring this up online, trying to profit off my and Millie's misery. I couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. I ignored him and quickly registered a new social media account instead. The room fell silent just as my lawyer approached and whispered in my ear that the divorce agreements were ready and in the office now. I nodded and said nothing else. John and the others arrived much later, each of them looking equally exhausted and disheveled. I pulled out my phone and casually checked the trending searches. Across every platform, the top search was "Diving Club Coach Nearly Causes Fatal Accident Due to Negligence".

His cock pounded his hole without an atom of mercy, hitting his prostate over and over. "Fuck! Fuck, Ivan!" Shawn cried as he buried himself deeply into Ivan's tight entrance. Ivan's hole greedily swallowed his entire length, his pubic hair pressed into Ivan's butt cheek. Overwhelmed with so much pleasure, Ivan stretched his legs wider, desperately yearning to meld his body with Shawn. He yearned for them to move together as one, their connection deepening with each stroke.

We let out moans while we kissed. He reached down grabbing his dick and placed it inside of me. Slowly thrusting in deep, burrowing his head in the crook of my neck kissing and sucking my neck as he moved inside me. His hands trailed my body, wrapping my legs around himself, he lifted me by the butt and began thrusting deep and hard. I moaned when he gave me another orgasm as he kept hitting my inner-center. This is mad!!! The difference between having sex, and getting real fuck is all clear to me now.

I did not say a word. I drove off, followed the local police's social media account, and forwarded them the video. About a week later, my mother-in-law called. "Buck got picked up at the mahjong parlor in town. Organized gambling. Big amounts. Ten years." I let out a breath. Ten years was enough. I hoped he had learned his lesson and come out a better man. It was not just him I was thinking about. So many young men work hard all year, only to come home and get trapped in losing everything. Playing a few casual rounds for fun is one thing, but ruining someone's livelihood is something else entirely.

I choked out, "Jake, is it really you? Are you Jake?" He woke up completely then, reaching over to switch on the bedside lamp. Concern filled his eyes as he asked me, "Of course, it's me. What's with the waterworks, babe?" I touched his face with trembling fingers, feeling the warmth of his skin to reassure myself this wasn't a dream. "I think… I had a really, really long nightmare. In it, you disappeared, and nobody in the world remembered you. I even married someone else—" Jake laughed softly and pulled me into his arms. "You silly fool. Dreams are always the opposite of reality. I'm right here. I've always been here."