My Taboo Secret Place Novels & Stories

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that we don’t want you home. But something seems off. We’ve been trying to figure it out. You know you can tell me anything, right?” So he and my parents had been talking about me. Fucking awesome. “Yeah. I do. And I will. Just not now.” “Okay. Well, tonight is about having fun anyway—getting your mind off things. And I’ve got my guitar room set up for you.” “Cool. Thanks, man. I really appreciate it. Had I known our grandmother was a freak, I would’ve come to stay here a long time ago.” “Worst kept secret in the world.” He laughed. “But I’m glad she threw your ass out.”

The walls lit up with red strobe lights, bathing the room in an urgent glow. “Security breach,” a calm, synthetic voice declared. “Initiating lockdown protocol.” “Looks like it’s time to bid adieu, gentlemen. But don’t worry,” Tom said, backing towards the hidden panel that housed his escape route, “I’ll be sure to send you a postcard from my next exotic locale.” With a wink and a click of his heels, Tom slipped through the opening just as the shutters clanged down, sealing Grossman and his crew inside.

" Hold on, I'll send a nurse! He left the door open and ran off. Amateurs. Ignoring the unending discomfort in my ribs, I threw my legs over the bed. We had to get rid of the hospital gown. My clothes, a dark coat, a button-down shirt, and black slacks, were in the closet. As commotion broke out down the hall, I hurriedly got them on and slipped out the door. I was already on the street when someone noticed that I had disappeared. I followed the location to a dilapidated pub on the east side—the kind of place where secrets were kept hidden. Especially the kinds of secrets I can't have out in the world. The smell of cheap whisky and desperation filled the air as I pushed inside. Finding him d

Aria cried out, her fingers digging into his hair, pulling him closer. The sound of the kitchen was filled with the wet, rhythmic slurping of his tongue. I watched the way her body bucked, her heels drumming against the cabinets. It was sick. It was twisted. It was the most inappropriate thing I had ever seen in my life. And yet... I couldn't look away. A dark, heavy heat began to coil in my gut. My pulse was racing in my ears, a thick, steady thrum. Despite the horror of it, there was something incredibly wicked and satisfying about the scene. It was pure, unfiltered taboo.

I must not mention any of these to Grandfather, else I’ll be doomed. “You must leave now,” Lucian said urgently. “The library claims those who stay past the final chime. Come back tomorrow night… if you dare.” I stumbled away, while cheeks burning with embarrassment and my body still aches for these moment. I barely made it past the threshold as the last chime rang. The hidden section disappeared behind me, replaced by ordinary shelves. I stood alone in the dark main hall, heart still racing. My nipples were still tight and sensitive. Every small movement made me aware of how wet and throbbing I was.

Chad cleared his throat. “They can ask all the questions that they want, it doesn’t mean I have to answer them.” Mya looked at Chad. Everyone had a lie or secret. It was naïve to think otherwise. In the case of Amy, she had one skeleton in her closet. To say that Mya was after revenge wouldn’t be wrong. Everyone needed to be taught a lesson. Secrets broke families and friendships. It made no sense to have them. If everyone could be honest the world would be a better place.

He had a business to finish. ------- Tabby

Papa’s club was horrible. A place for the filthy of the filthiest. Maksim hated this place and did his best to avoid it, but tonight, he couldn’t. Whatever fetish or kink you wanted to explore was found here. Powerful men and women frequented it to experience their darkest, kinkiest desires, their masks keeping their identities a secret. They knew him, but most of them didn’t know Camilla, hence why he needed her to wear a mask. He could feel her gaze on him as she awaited a reply.

He then twists his ankle after tripping on a broken floorboard. “You can never go back…” Van freezes on his spot, eyes scanning the vicinity to locate the source of the demonic voice. “Don’t play tricks on me,” he shouted. Bullies in school always do this to him, and he learned to play dirty after someone attempted to throw him in the locker… School… Bullies… Yes! How he could forget it? He and his friends attend this school where you can find a restricted hallway… “The door,” Van said as one by one memories starts to come back, “there is a door somewhere here that will take you to a secret world.”

It's obvious he walked to the bed. "What if someone walked in? Are you ready to share your secret with the world?" Whitney asks as she fold her arms below her breast. "No one will come in" he replied. "What if they did?" She asked, "you can't be too sure" she added. " Here" he said as he grabbed the tablet beside him and press few few things. The wheelchair moved towards him without anyone touching it. "I see you've got plan B" she said walking towards the window with her hand still folded on her chest.