Secrets Of A Small Town Novels & Stories

I opened the book and began to read the first page: Everyone knows the small town of Telluride, where the people are mysterious, where you can get lost and no one is surprised, where the strangest things happen and no one says anything, why? What is hidden in Telluride that its inhabitants are used to or afraid of? On my journey through that place in 1890 I discovered everything there could be, strange creatures, magical places and devilish people. "That's it, let's go" Lucas appeared behind me making me jump.

In no time, I’m already on the highway, driving smoothly while music plays in the background. You know when my mother came back into my life, after pretending to be dead for years, I had thought that it was a miracle. But then it all went to hell, everything started falling out of place, and so many secrets threatened to pull me under a cloud of darkness. Now, I’m starting to see a bit of light, a bit of joy and peace. But I just have one problem now, and that is Kate. She is in town and she has found me. I know her to be someone that doesn’t give up easily, if at all. And I strongly believe that she is not done yet.

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♡

Ever since I moved back to my home town it’s been flattering to watch men,gawk at me,I left this town of cercio when I was 15 I was always a scrawny looking kid,not the best looking really,braces,glasses,riddled with pimples,bullied, always alone ,isolated.

She raised her hand and with her index finger she brushed the books, reading their titles. There were some that said "satanic pacts" others like "the call of the devil" "the forest and its hidden side" "small town legends" "werewolves and the full moon" and the last one said "Wisconsin Cases". Camila took out that last one, the book was big, it had a red cover with the image of the town itself. But that image was in black and white, as if it was taken years ago.

It was mostly about our lives, but we were both very careful not to mention his big secret. You never knew whether people were eavesdropping around here and everybody always seemed to know everyone’s business in our small town. We stopped in at the ice cream shop and had a milkshake and I felt good when Hunter took my hand as we left the shop. We were walking past the antique store when I noticed something sparkling in the window.

My feelings for this woman right here, will never change. "You look so beautiful and radiant" I compliment, causing her to blush. "Thank you" "Are you back for good?" I question, hoping she's not going to leave again. "Yes, I am" I kiss her again, deeper this time, relishing in the oh-so-familiar taste of my wife's mouth. It feel like fucking ages since I kissed her, and I can't wait to make love to her, and when I start, I won't stop. "No hidden secrets?" She asks, referring to our lives five years ago "No hidden secrets" THE END.

A library, a lumber mill, and a little creek running past the town, with a bridge over it called Black Creek Bridge. There was a modest lake—Clifton Lake—to the east, and folks referred to the hills as “the Heights.” The clean streets were patrolled often by Sheriff Baker and his deputies. He seemed a decent guy. Certainly not the stereotypical small-town crook, who ran his little kingdom with an iron fist. Trust me; I ran into plenty of that sort back in the day. The students of Clifton Heights High were a bunch of hard-working go-getters, the kind which usually brought in droves of subscriptions. Right from the start I knew they would deliver.

“We have to find answers, for her sake and for ours.” With a renewed sense of purpose, we set off towards Juan's, the small, rundown town that holds the key to unlocking the secrets of her past. The journey is long and treacherous, but we push through, driven by a common goal. As we approach Juan's, we notice an eerie stillness in the air. The streets are empty, save for a few flickering streetlights casting long shadows on the worn pavement. Something isn't right. We cautiously make our way to an old bookstore at the heart of town, where Juan's secret records are said to be kept. The door creaks open ominously as we step inside. Dust particles dance in the dim light that filters through the

“I’ve got you.” But as his breathing evened out and mine stayed restless, I stared at the ceiling, listening to the rain. The town was small. Secrets had a way of surfacing here. And with every tender touch, every clingy text, every protective glance, I felt us sliding closer to the edge of something we couldn’t take back.