Secret Sins Novels & Stories

It was quiet and peaceful, opposite from what was going inside me. Kimberly was naked ,laid on her back ,the only thing that was covering her was a thin sheet from the lower back till her feet. Her skin was as white as snow and the only colour left on her body were the marks of strikes, deep red and brown colour lines left a cruel decoration on her back. Each line didn't just left a scar on her back but also her soul.

The disgust filled her seeing her stomach covered with his semen. Her body was screaming to lay down and rest but she grabbed a heavy robe and walked inside the bathroom. Peeling off her clothes she turned the shower on and let it clean her. She slowly sat down in the running shower hugging her knees. She burst out in heavy tears. The regret of enjoying such a sinful thing was breaking her. She was becoming a sinner like him, doesn’t she? She enjoys his touch. She enjoys what he does to her. Is she becoming like him? A sinner.

Expressive touch, Passionate embraces, Strong hands upon me. Oh, those hands. They ignited sensations, Intense and forbidden, Like words unsaid beneath a larger form, a form warmer, wilder, and longer. Moans beneath his sculpted body, a blend of heaven and transgression. Pure desire, a carnal dance of sin. Though prayers for forgiveness may be whispered, The allure lingers, Drawing me back again and again. ISABELLA’S POV If there was something more frustrating, it was having to stay married to a man who was not only old but sexually dull.

We all have secrets. The first real secret I ever had began when I was nine years old. I’m not talking about when someone tells you something and you keep it to yourself—it’s more like when you know something or have seen something that no one else has, and telling someone about it takes away from your pleasure, from your secret. Now, I’m not going to talk about my secret eleven years ago. I’m going to talk about my biggest secret of all time. Back when I was sixteen years old.

"Burdens? Sinful, is being Lust a burden?" "No. My mate doesn't think so, especially,” Sinful responds, the smirk on his face making me exhale shortly from my nose. We’re I not so grateful that he has riveted Ira’s attention from me, due to him knowing my secret, I may have kicked him in the ankle. "Your mouth ruins everything," Ira mutters. Equally irked. "And Hale, is being Sloth a burden?"

You need to understand. Sometimes our life turn into something, when we are not able to know someone, they might have a dark side , yet they manipulated us with their sweet words , it's just like a sweet knife. But at last they will surely stab you from back, Jayden character is similar to this. That's the main point. This book name is "sinful". Hope you understand. I don't have any words now. Maybe I sound too harsh but still it's already on disclaimer. If you don't like this, don't read this. It's someone's hard work. Still I blame myself, maybe there was something I couldn't show, I couldn't explain.

“It’s done.” Sabatine nodded, still staring at the settling dust. He had ended lives before. He had destroyed things. But this… this was a metaphysical erasure. They had not just killed men; they had buried a universe of secrets, a library of sins. The silence that followed the roar felt heavier than the noise.

Inside, the guests were all heading for the main room, but Sergio dragged her to a different turn. “Where are we going?” She asked him. “We’re going to the inventory room first, I want to personally check the items that will be sold tonight.” He told her. They were heading to the elevator and Sergio used his ring on the scanner and a hidden button appeared on the elevator. He pressed the button and they headed down to a secret floor that was right below the basement. The elevator opened and she saw a large room that felt like a museum. There were plenty of artifacts, jewelry and other odd items being displayed. Each of them were carefully placed inside a glass box. Others, like paintings, we

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest. Tonight’s confession is soaked in taboo — a stepsister hiding a very lucrative secret, and the stepbrother who discovers it… then decides to claim full control. This one is dark, twisted, and deliciously wrong. Here is the confession of “Stepsister’s Secret.” --- **Story 12: Stepsister’s Secret** **Chapter 1**

Slightly startled by that, I felt my heart almost drop. "Is there something you want to tell me Angel?" "Yes." "And what's that?" His voice was gentle with menace. "I used your cologne and slept in your shirt once with no bra." I replied in one quick breathe and tightened my eyes. Squinting my eyes back open, Sinister honestly seemed to have a suprised look on his face but it soon faded into a tired frustrated expression. "I'm not talking about that Grey. Just be a good little girl and give the paper to me."