Secret Sins Novels & Stories

One I would love to take apart bit by bit with my fingers, watching her get worked up and beg for me to fuck her senseless. “Sir, we are here.” The driver announced and I felt shame creep up my guts. "Ah, thank you, Sam.” I replied trying to cut of the tension or maybe shame I felt. I got down from the car, inhaling sharply as I looked at the entrance of the place. I choose this place because not only is it secluded but also somewhere cameras won’t get to. I walked into the place, searching around the place which by the way is embarrassingly small. How do people even breathe in here?

Her breasts were so huge that I ended up slurping her alluring peaks even more. Curling my fingers on her hair, I pressed my lips on hers again. I tried to be gentler as much as possible, despite whatever longing I was feeling. I didn’t understand anymore why I was craving for more. God, please forgive me because I no longer knew what was happening to me at this time! Forgive me because I could no longer restrain myself from the mortal sin I was about to commit tonight. She seemed to be crying, but I did not care. I could not stop it anymore, so I stood up, hurriedly took off all my clothes, and threw them somewhere in my room. Lust was enveloping my entire body, and my sex drive was rising

Guilt was eating me alive when I heard it, as the twins were my treasure, and I didn't want to part with either of them. But even as I was caught in a dilemma, the boy in my belly spoke to me in my mind. He told me that Tina and Zach had been having an affair for the longest time and had used black magic to get me pregnant with their child since Tina despised the thought of labor pains. I didn't believe it, until I had a private investigator tail them and was shown records of them going into a love motel together. Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk.

Her fingers trembled slightly around the folder she was holding, while the air in the room seemed to thicken, pressing against her lungs until breathing became hot and heavy. Dominic Sinclair—the young professor everyone knew for his cold demeanor and unapproachable aura—sat casually behind his desk, as if he’d just made an ordinary offer. His face was calm, almost expressionless, but those gray eyes of his held the unmistakable gleam of control. “Excuse me?” Renata’s voice came out hoarse. “What do you mean… by secret girl?” “I know your scholarship was revoked,” Dominic said, leaning back in his chair, his lips curving into a faint, unnerving smile. “That’s why you came to see me today, is

There were no words left to fight back with. Noah’s hand came up, his fingers tracing a slow, deliberate line from Nathan’s jaw down the side of his neck. Nathan flinched but didn’t pull away. “Bet you’d do it again for double,” Noah whispered, his breath warm against Nathan’s ear. He pulled another, thicker wad of cash from his pocket and waved it slowly, tantalizingly, in the space between them. “This is sexual abuse,” Nathan forced out, swallowing hard.

“You're so different from before. I love this version of Damien Sinclair.” But in a smoky corner of a forgotten bar in East Hollywood, Veronica Hale passed a slim envelope to a man in a rumpled suit. Once, he had been Sinclair’s top fixer, a ghost who buried scandals. Now, he had a price. She whispered, “Find me everything Celeste ever tried to hide. Then bring it into the light.” The man took the envelope with a sardonic smile, his nicotine-stained fingers brushing the edge like it was gold. “She’s clean, you know. Your golden girl doesn’t have the dirt you want.”

She let the betrayal coat her like ash. And then she got up. Washed her face. Put on his favorite sundress. And went to church. Because it was Thursday. Because the quarterly audit was in six days. Because if she was going to burn the whole damn thing down, she needed to know what kind of kindling it was made of first. The sanctuary still smelled like guilt. Even after the candles were snuffed out and the choir robes were pressed and packed away, it lingered—in the carpet, in the wood, in her throat. The smell of devotion gone sour. Of secrets soaked into the upholstery. Of her own obedience rotting in real time.

The next day, Jade visited where June was buried. " I'm sorry, the sins I committed to you...I know I can't be forgiven, but I still came shamelessly like this. I'm sorry I dared. I know I shouldn't, but one day,even if it was only one day, I wanted to accept the boss's heart. I know its something I should be punished for. Even as I know that,I wanted to hold that hand. I wanted to love him. I'm sorry." After Jade left the cemetery, she waited at the bus stop to leave for home. When the bus came, she was about entering the bus when she was pulled back from behind. The body hugged her from behind. She gasped at the feeling,knowing who it was.

Chapter 3: Sacrilegious Surrender The weight of our escalating sins pressed upon me like the stone walls of the convent, unyielding and cold. Each dawn brought the tolling bells, calling us to prayer, but my devotions had twisted into something profane. From the pulpit, I spoke of redemption, yet my gaze lingered on Elena during mass, her form shrouded in black but her posture betraying the subtle shifts—thighs pressing together, cheeks heating under the veil. She was unraveling, her faith fracturing under the onslaught of desire, and I reveled in it. The priest in me recoiled, whispering of damnation, but the man—the dominant force she'd awakened—yearned to push further, to bind her not jus

I hated how much I needed him already. The heavy door opened with a metallic groan. Silas stepped inside, shirtless, his powerful body illuminated by the single overhead bulb. Tattoos covered his chest and arms like dark scripture. He moved with that terrifying quiet grace, closing the door behind him. The lock clicked like a final judgment. He didn’t speak at first. He simply stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at my exposed, dripping body. His black eyes drank in every detail — my hard nipples, the way my chest rose and fell rapidly, the slick mess between my spread thighs.