Secret Wings Song Novels & Stories

“Yes. And I feel so guilty, but I keep imagining it.” Victor thrust two fingers deep inside her, curling them just right. “Guilt makes it hotter for you. Say it. Tell me you’re my secret slut now.” “I’m… I’m your secret slut,” she gasped, riding his hand faster. The wet sounds filled the quiet suite, but the bedroom door stayed closed. He added a third finger, stretching her. “Louder. Whisper it like you mean it.” “I’m your secret slut, Victor. Only yours right now.”

Little did she realize the depth of his feelings for her and how every minute detail of her youth was cherished and safeguarded in his heart and memory. “Can you keep it a secret?" asked Renee, interrupting his thoughts. With a playful grin, Kristopher joked, "Will hush money be involved?" Renee paused, placing a finger on her chin as if pondering, but her phone rang with a video call before she could respond. “Hold that thought. I have to take this call." Turning away, Renee slipped on her earphones and answered the video chat. Kristopher caught a glimpse of a man's face on Renee’s phone screen.

I give her a teasing smile before leaning in and kissing her. Some of the tension melts from her body as we kiss. I lean into her, the scent of her perfume and the feel of her body putting me more at ease. Her fingers slip into my hair as my hands slide underneath her shirt. Cora’s soft moan fills the room as I brush my thumbs over her nipples through the thin material of her bra. I’m lost in a moment that was supposed to be ours alone. “What the fuck is going on in here?” Jake. His shocked gasp echoes in my ears, and I know our secret is out.

“You’re not wrong.” As we made our way downstairs, Liam handed Emma an envelope. She blinked at it. “What’s this?” “Just something to thank you for taking care of Alex.” Emma opened it and let out a low whistle. “Damn. You trying to buy my silence or something?” Liam smirked. “Just a thank you.” She arched an eyebrow but didn’t argue. Instead, she pulled Liam aside, voice dropping. “No more secrets, Liam.” Liam’s smirk faded.

Eight weeks later, He raised his head up and stared at the direction of where the phone was ringing, it been ringing for quite a while. “Ajoke... your phone is ringing.” He said to her and she came into the room and moved closer, to the phone while he returned his attention to the newspaper in his hands. “Hello...” She said and walked back into the room, he sighed deeply, she seem so secretive these days and it baffled him. She returned to the living room some minutes later and sat down beside him. “My love ...” She said and touched his head slowly, he put the newspaper beside him and looked at her.

Picking it up, he began strumming some chords, letting out an enchanting tune, that instantly got Sarah entranced. He played until he finished, ending his song. Setting the guitar aside, he took a seat on the bed, patting the space next to him invitingly. Sarah hesitated, but eventually obliged, lying down next to him. She scooted herself closer to him, and rested her head against his chest. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. After a few moments of silence, he spoke softly, "Do you want to hear a secret?" he asked playfully. She giggled lightly. "Sure."

The man who held my wrists on that roof and said my name like it mattered. I wrote about that. Over and over. Like if I put it in music, it would become safer. Permanent. Mine. I clear my throat. “What’s next?” Ty asks. I hesitate. Then I force myself to speak. “This one’s… slower.” I swallow. “It’s called Anchor.” Serena’s voice is gentle. “Okay. Take us there.” My fingers find the chords. They’re simple. Bare. The kind of progression you can’t hide behind. I sing.

I whispered, the word tasting sweet on my tongue. "Exactly," Victoria commanded. "Go there. Make a scene. Scream it so loud that the janitors in the basement hear you. Force the truth out into the light. Once the word contract is spoken in front of witnesses, and their marriage which is a secret is exposed, there is no putting it back in the box. The secret is dead." A dark, vicious smile curled my lips. I looked at my reflection in the window—my eyes were bright with malice, my cheeks flushed.

The silence was comforting like he just found his haven even though he could not understand why. “She was his drug, his first aid” They heard a knock on the door of Sweet’s dressing room and a voice saying “Sweets you’re up next!!” Sweet looked into her eyes and smiled, Selined smiled back as he took her hands and walked out of the dressing room. They walked hand in hand till he was handed the mic and asked to climb on stage. Sweet was about to get on stage but took a step back, Seline was about to ask why when he walked up to her and whisper only to her hearing “my drug”. His words send a shiver down her spine leaving tingles on the skin of her neck.

Both liquors sat on the ground at either side and I took up the vodka and struggled to get it open to take a sip. ◆ OSWALD'S P. O. V ◆ "Hope you remember to call me." Amethyst whispers. "I will," I respond putting the piece of paper she had scribbled her number on in my top pocket so I don't lose it. She turned slowly and head down the hallways with the strut of a supermodel, swinging her hips and flaunting her voluptuous figure. She had curves in all the right places like a fine piece of art, a bit like Secret except Amethyst had a bit more of a woman's figure. I watched her until she disappeared and I could still taste her lips. My fingers fumbled with the buttons on the shirt and double-c