Secrets Are Safe With Me Novels & Stories

“It's not like I thought you wanted to fuck me or something.." Nikolay's jaw clenches harder as he schools his features to remain calm. If he thought he could just play me like that, I know a few tricks too. "Vivian...don't tempt me," His voice drops low, its sound sending a shiver down my pussy like a current. "It's okay, Mr. Niko. We all have our secrets," I draw out more huskily than I intended to. "Your secrets are safe with me." I give him a wink before spinning on my heels and heading for the door. Before I unlock it, I hear a groan from him and my smirk turns wider.

I go into the panic room and shut the door. I hear the office door open, and the three men begin to go through the office. "Where is she?" Mr. David calls out in anger. I am not sure I can trust him, either. I open the floor of the panic room, revealing the safe. I put the key into the safe and open it. I reach in and pull out a bag of money, a new ID for me, and a credit card. I have a feeling I might be on the run for a while.

"I'm afraid it's real and Mr Reyvonda is in danger!" Kaluna and Yohan looked at each other, then suddenly a new message came to Kaluna's mobile phone. [Dare to report to the police, we'll kill Mr Reyvonda without a trace!] "I dare not!" Kaluna exclaimed with a tense face. "What should we do, Yohan?" Kaluna's mobile rang again. [In ten minutes if you don't come, we will throw Mr Reyvonda into the sea after taking his treasure!] Kaluna then showed the message. "How?"

There won’t be anything serious, nothing serious at all. I trust you, Ansh. I trust you. Making sure not to make any noise, I walked inside the gates of the warehouse. It took a few seconds for my vision to adjust to the low lights around the area. There were no workers, nothing, just silence and lots of clothes, bags, shoes, and appliances. I licked my lips as I read the name on the board near the door. “Adaa enterprises,” it read. I knew my Ansh couldn’t do anything wrong. He left that life for me, he left everything for me. I made no mistake in choosing him.

Emmett spits, stopping Simone’s comment as she starts to giggle. “There is a list of Angela’s current clients on the USB stick; we didn’t include any of Patricia Sterling’s clients. I would suggest you use it carefully” Mike includes, shaking his head at Emmett’s comment. “There are a few high-profile clients and if they found out you have their information, the shit can hit the fan very fast.” “I don’t plan on releasing their information or letting anyone know I have it” Emmett remarks, turning to face Simone. “Simone will make sure Bart doesn’t let anyone know about it either.”

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♡

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."

I love you ~D~ Justin felt like he was suffocating as the words he had just read kept replaying in his mind. " Was Desmond right? Is Drake actually gay? Is this a dream?" Justin's said to him self as he kept staring at the paper in his hands. His pulse began raising as he found it hard to swallow. Guilt filled him up as he felt that he had trespassed into Drake's secret he wouldn't want anyone to know. As he stood there thinking he heard footsteps approaching the office which he recognized as Drake's.

I miss him terribly and I'm dying to know how he's doing after he got punched by Charles yesterday. I know I should have told them, said something at least. But something about keeping it a secret thrilled me, to keep going on. The sneaking, the quickies, the short kisses in the hallway, I felt so badass. They thrilled me and brought out my wild side, a side I didn't know I had until I met James. At least for now, my consolation is that Elizabeth understands me, she doesn't support my actions, but I know she understands where I'm coming from. And probably she can speak to Charles, so that he forgives me.

“Have you?” “Yes,” I gasped. He chuckled darkly. “Then you have nothing to fear. If your secrets are mine, no one can use them against you.” His words should have comforted me. But instead, they dug deep, reminding me of the one secret I still carried alone—the pages of my hidden notes, the skeleton of an article that could destroy everything. I closed my eyes, clinging to the warmth of his hands, the safety of his promise, and the dread that whispered louder than both: