My Little Secret Book Novels & Stories

“A walk. The market. That bookstore you like by the harbor. We don’t have to talk about… any of it. Just be.” My instinct is to say no. Hide. Stay curled in this house until my guilt devours me. But something in his voice, hope, maybe, or an aching need to keep me tethered, makes me nod. “Okay,” I whisper. “Okay.” ~~~ The bookstore smells like paper and memory. It’s quiet inside, save for the soft shuffle of pages and the hum of a fan overhead. Emon disappears into the history section, but I drift toward the poetry aisle, my sanctuary.

he tugged the collar gently, just enough to make the buckle shift against my pulse “—and you remember who chose you. Who fought for you. Who still gets hard every single morning knowing his good girl is still full of him from the night before.” Heat bloomed low in my belly at the words, slow and liquid, the same delicious ache that had lingered all day under my skirt while I ran meetings and drafted rebuttals. I clenched instinctively, feeling the warm, sticky evidence of our morning still shifting inside me, a secret that had kept me wet and aware through every boardroom glance and investor call. “I kept it in,” I whispered, voice catching on another soft sob. “All day. Through the Ezekiel

She closed the door behind her exhaled in relief that she hadn't gotten caught and she collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving. Her shorts were damp between her thighs. She could smell herself, the hot, musky arousal. She was so turned on and needed to come. Maya yanked her tank top over her head, unhooked her bra, shoved her denim shorts and soaked panties down in one motion. Her skin was flushed and her nipples were already tight little peaks. She spread her legs wide on Lila’s comforter. Two fingers slid straight through her slick folds, she was drenched, slippery, swollen. Her clit so sensitive that the first graze made her hips jerk.

And my stomach tied into a blissful knot. He drew away once the handle of the bedroom door opened and my father came out. And I looked to him, a little sore in my throat to meet his little devious wink. But those weren't the words that stuck with me. It was what he said right after which was clear as day that this wasn't just me—it was Vincent, and what he wanted. My eyes darted to my wrist, burning from where he touched while his voice echoed back to me. "It would be our little secret." And he unleashed with those words, the emotions I had tried so hard to suppress all day. "Are you okay?" Almost startled by my father's words, I shook.

"Excuse me?" Michael looked up, smiling but it fell a little short of his eyes "I know he left quite suddenly. I just meant you two seemed close." "I haven't seen him" I lied. He looked at me for a beat too long before reclining in his chair, interlacing his fingers "Melissa, do you know what i find fascinating about secrets?". "They rot from the inside out." I stepped out of the room with a forced laugh and made my way upstairs. Every step was like tightrope walking. As soon as i was alone, i shut my bedroom door, locked it and pulled the flash drive out of my pocket like it was a grenade.

I replied and when I removed the cloths, I realized they were paintings and pictures of his wife and daughter and that caused a confusion in my mind cos I knew I’ll never have a place in his heart, no matter how hard I try. //////// Hey lovelies, thank you for staying this far. Kindly check out this book “The CEO’s secret” It’s my second book and the favorite I’ve wrtten so far. You’ll love it, I promise. Thank you so much and stay safe out there.

“That would be a disaster.” The table went silent for a beat. Everyone knew that name. Marcus Winter—cold, ruthless, infamous. Secretaries still whispered about him years later. “Maybe Mackenzie knows,” Amy said suddenly, her eyes locking on her. “She’s his new secretary, after all.” Mackenzie’s breath hitched. The question lodged in her mind. The chicken in her mouth turned dry as ash. She forced herself to swallow, but it felt stuck halfway down. Grabbing her glass, she gulped water, coughing into her hand.

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

He said to her and her heart missed a beat at the thought. “I can only do the little I can, so whatever secret you know you have, …” He said. “I don’t have any secrets.” She snapped at him and he could say no more.

and the next, I was just a line item on his schedule. Is this what the contract is all about? I walked up the stairs with shaky legs and headed for the master bedroom, but as I passed the library, the books looked like they needed extra help. Like they had been forgotten, so I went in. I could use a little book to keep myself busy till he came. Half way into the books on the ground, I saw something that was hidden in one of the books. It was a small envelope that was hidden in between one of the pages of the book.