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The embrace was an ember in a breeze, unable to go up in flames without gasoline. He tilted my head with the other hand to deepen the kiss, and I tasted a familiar hint of cinnamon. They chewed the same type of gum. They had history. The animosity between them was personal. I wondered how well they knew each other; if they’d shared each other’s secrets on the streets of Moscow or in a cell much like this one.

Her patience had reached its limits. “I am so sorry. I had no idea.” He tried to get up and get close to her. “Stop right there. You jerk. You were enjoying your time with your Ex back then. I should have known. You used me then and you are using me now.” “Please stop this blame game. You don’t know what happened to me. Let me tell you one thing.” He heard some noises after that. How someone could get to his secret place? His island was a secret. Only he knew about that.

I defended, knowing it wasn’t entirely true. “I’ve made a background research on you Miss Mia Cruise and I know for a fact that this office is like your secret lair, you still mourn the puppy you lost to a tragic accident three years ago even more than your late father and you are a huge fan of De Brans bar and go there every weekend to get drunk,” he said and caught his breath right on time. I gave him a puzzled look which slowly turned into a wicked smirk. “I’m sure this is an invalid case in the court of law,” I said, resting my head on my jaw.

"But the good news is, hmm... actually, I don't know if I should say it's good news or not. But I think we still have hope; she might be Diana since the information about her is a bit suspicious. She has no past track, as if someone deleted it on purpose, and the information about her existence just appeared ten years ago, which was the same year as Diana's death. And at the time of his appearance, he was already rumored to be in a relationship with Alex San Genis." "Delete by purpose? Their romances occur in the same year as Diana's death. How strange," murmured Michael after hearing the news from Payton. "Okay, is there any more information about her?" He went on, and Payton only responded

But still I couldn't shake the possibility that maybe Camille had something to do with this. I whispered, "I have something to show you." His eyes were tired yet seeking as he gazed at me. Reaching behind the line of hardcovers until my fingers found the latch, I got up and moved over to the bookcase. A tiny compartment opened with a click. When I returned to him, I placed it in his lap. He looked at it. "What is this?" I whispered, "The authentic documents the one Camille has been hiding from you” He gasped in shock springing up…..

He was already headed to the prison cells. I met him there and he smiled at me, "Good night?" he asked wiggling his eyebrows, "But seriously.....fuck up again and I will be pissed." he stated stone-faced. "I won't. I am seriously making up for lost time. Now to find out what these asshats want with our girl." I said and we walked down the stairs. I could smell the rogues before I saw them. Rogues had a certain smell to them and they smelled like the earth and mushrooms. I need to ask the Goddess when I die why mushrooms...out of everything why mushrooms?!?!

She whipped her head around to dart me one last angry glare before disappearing around the corner. ​I shut the door securely behind me when I got back to the suite. I practically ran to the safe, my fingers moving quickly over the dial. I remembered the combination perfectly, and the lock gave a satisfying click before swinging open. ​Reaching inside, I pulled out the three books buried at the back. One was an ancient manuscript, another was a volume on healing potions, and the third was an atlas detailing secret passages to various townships. I flipped through the pages frantically, searching for Waterman Bay, and as if by magic, I found it right in the center of the book.

Chapter One The three girls were chatting away excitedly, glad that their final paper was a walk in the park. Before they knew it the taxi driver they were riding in had pulled over at the entrance of the night club written in bold letters FICA NIGHT CLUB. It was going to be their first outing in weeks. Dressed in their sexy short dresses they made their way to the long queue that waited to enter the club like them. ‘Who remembers the time when we had to fake i.ds to enter in such places?’ giggling Emma asked. She was the mastermind behind this date today.

“No. Not yet. It’s in… in an early form of Firestone, I believe. I've been trying to learn how to read it, but it’s proving to be impossible and I… I’m not sure I want to know what’s in there.” “I want to know,” Aviva whispers over the rain. “You can read it. I don’t care.” “Maybe you should care, Misty. That’s our history, as sordid as it is. We need to know what to expect–” “You think the book can give us a glimpse of the future?” I laugh sardonically, shaking my head. “I think it’ll tell us what we should be weary of so history doesn’t repeat itself.” She rises, coming to my side, and leans against the wall as water begins to rise over our ankles. “What did you see when you went through t

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♡