Secret Sister Form Novels & Stories

The gentle jest lightened her mood—though a lump of unease still settled in her belly, reminding her that the world was not nearly as simple as she wished it to be. She raised her hand, examining the marking more closely, noting how it seemed to pulse with a life of its own. This faint black lining resembled a tattoo of secrecy. “This resembles more of a tattoo of secrecy, and it makes so much sense.” A tattoo of secrecy, also known as a promise of secrets is a mana oath taken by mages, promising secrecy, binding their fates. Such oaths weren’t valid without a third party present to enforce its weight; demons, spirits, archmages, or even vampires might serve that role.

Instead, it was beginning to resemble a family secret. The realization bothered him more than he expected. Because family secrets tended to leave deeper wounds than corporate scandals. By one in the morning, they finally found the document that changed everything. It wasn't hidden. It wasn't classified. In fact, it looked so ordinary that someone sorting through the files casually would have ignored it entirely. A school enrollment form. Old. Yellowed with age. Filed among property paperwork where it didn't belong. Damian almost skipped it. Then he noticed the date.

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♡

“The compromise that we reached was that Beth would move in with me, but into her own bedroom, and as friends. The elders think that the mate bond, even if it isn’t healed, still carries with it healing properties.” “What about us?” I refused to become my mother. I would never agree to be the other woman. “We carry on like normal. Just … in secret for a while.” I almost choked on my own saliva. “You have to be kidding. Please, tell me that you are kidding.” “Jenna, please understand. It’s the best way. And it’s only temporary.” “Why do we need to be mates in secret? If you aren’t getting back together with Beth, then why does it matter if everyone knows about us?”

That ended today. Someone knocked on my door. "Come in" The security chief entered with two large guards behind him. They looked serious and ready for trouble. "What can we do for you sir" the chief asked. "I need you to find Karen Tyler" I said. "She used to be my secretary. Find her and escort her out of the building immediately" "She is being terminated" the chief asked. "She was terminated days ago but she keeps coming back" I said. "I want her removed and banned from this building permanently. She is not allowed to return for any reason"

he paused, "I was worried you'd get hurt." "Don't think I'm naïve. I'd already planned my next move," I sighed. Sure enough, by 10 o'clock that night, the information I had been waiting for arrived: Calvin and Susie had checked into a hotel together. I dialed the police hotline. "My name is Angela. I'd like to file a report: my husband, Calvin, is engaging in improper conduct. He's at Chancellor Hotel, room 1108. You'll see for yourself." I knew this scandal would hit the city headlines before long. The Leeroy family would surely come for me.

In an almost timid voice she asked, "I know this form is meant to cover both of you but can we amend this to cover any information I divulge as well?" Without saying a word Kim stood up and walked over to our computer and with the click of some keys and the sound of the printer, she returned to Terri with two copies of the new confidentiality form. The new form provided wording to cover both parties with spaces for both of us to sign and date the form. Once the formality of the document being signed and dated by both of us, Kim handed Terri a copy and put the other copy with our file.

My eyes darted instinctively to the screen, where the bold text of Estelle’s message dropped down, For a brief moment, I was transported away from the conversation at the table, caught up in the anticipation that Estelle’s message stirred within me. The temptation to respond, to find out what secrets she held, was almost overwhelming. It read: I HAVE A SECRET TO REVEAL TO YOU ABOUT YOUR FAVORITE PERSON. PICK ME UP AT MY HOUSE TOMORROW AND LET'S SIT OUT AT THE PARK.

Dave asked calmly. "That status is still a secret, so please don't let there be unnecessary gossip." "Because you're the girlfriend of the deputy CEO?" Agneta glared at Dave, hearing what Dave had just said. "Ah well, I haven't told you anything yet," said Dave, still in a flat and calm tone. Agneta was still looking at him with a questioning look. "Starting today, you will be my secretary." "WHAT?" he screamed. "Why? Isn't that an opportunity that women are very interested in, let alone a wife, so you can keep an eye on your husband at all times." Dave said it with a very annoying smile.

It came in the form of an unexpected letter, delivered to our doorstep one sunny afternoon. Curiosity mingled with caution as I carefully opened the envelope, my heart quickening with anticipation. Inside, I found a single sheet of paper, its contents written in elegant script. The words that greeted me sent a chill down my spine. "Anna, I know your secret. The truth you've hidden from Victor. If you want to protect everything you hold dear, meet me at the old abandoned warehouse at midnight. Come alone." The words hung in the air, their weight heavy on my heart. A secret? What could this mysterious sender possibly know? My mind raced with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the las