Short Mysterious Stories Novels & Stories

I giggled as I thought about Nathan’s dick usually poking me in the ass and one thing leading to another. “What’s so funny?” Remy asked with a smile. “Nothing. Just thinking about how... I guess thunderstorms make Nathan a little horny. Sorry. That’s TMI.” He smirked, licking the corner of his lips. “I see. They do that for me sometimes too.” That involuntary action of Remy’s tongue made my mind as electrically charged as an actual rain cloud. “If I was there, I’d hold you,” he continued. “If I didn’t live across town, I’d be there. No question. I think I’m tall enough to wrap my legs around you.”

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 worked the counter, delivered bread to local cafés, studied online for a literature degree he wasn’t sure he’d ever finish. He didn’t drink, didn’t party, didn’t date, not because he was holy, he just hadn’t met anyone who made the world feel bigger than the four walls he knew. Until the night he saw her. It was late. Aunt Mara had gone to bed early with a migraine. Noah was alone in the living room, laptop open, headphones on, scrolling through a late-night YouTube rabbit hole that had somehow landed on a channel called “VividVixen.” He wasn’t looking for p**n. He’d clicked a “reaction” video about “the most beautiful people in adult films,” mostly out of curiosity and boredom.

** My hands were firm on the steering wheel as Mikael and I journeyed through the darkened road. It had been one hour of us in the car, the city turning into country and the road transitioning into dirt and moist earth beneath my car's wheels. We kept conversation minimal the first hour because we were both nervous. Mikael, however, was more anxious than I was. He had never been to the Bayou of the Shunned, but like everyone else, had heard tales about the cursed swamp and the witch that ruled over it as its Supreme Sorceress. Sajida was the bedtime story mambos and houngans told their kids about to keep them in line; in the black community, Sajida was "that" woman that the children of voodo

mysterious man : what right time isn't it enough we waited all these years person 1 : we waited all these years we made our plan perfect but now it became more easier to us just wait for some more time that avishka is more brilliant than us person 2 : indeed she is more brilliant if we even make a single mistake she might make our plan to fail before we implement it person 1 : for this reason iam waiting for a right moment but it's your turn now to implement the plan Mr Mysterious man : what person 1 : yeah because you are also invited to the party only you can implement one of our plan just do as I said rest of the matter I will take care of it Mysterious man : okay person 2 : what about th

"What's this? A mysterious invitation to join the secret society of curious investigators?" I chuckled, breaking the seal and pulling out an intricately folded piece of paper. The words were elegant, each letter a testament to meticulous care: "Intrigue awaits the brave. Midnight of the 11th. The Velvet Shadow. - A.P." A shiver ran down my spine, the implications of the message sinking in. The Velvet Shadow, the place where chaos had erupted just a night ago, was calling me back. Alexei Pushkin had extended an invitation, and the choice to accept or decline lingered in the air like an unspoken challenge.

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.

And as for me, I was seen as suspicious due to my clothing and scent. By the time we arrived, I was then led into a mansion like house that was very big and fancy, with gates outdoors guarding the entrance and a fountain in the middle of the place. The balcony like stairs and the beautiful grassland surrounding the mansion made it beautiful. Along with the house being in white and lamps shone on the way in, a scent caught my senses, it was sweet and intoxicating but I was pulled out of my daze when I was pushed into a silver cage in a dark room which I haven't realised till now.

"Great. We kind of missed out on introductions" "I'm sorry" "No it's alright" I snap my eyes to the other male and he's staring at me quite intently. I can feel his burning gaze all the way through. His grey eyes hold a mystery to them that I can't seem to figure out. His brunet hair is so gelled and perfectly styled. My fingers itch to pass my hands through them but I ignore and fist them. I'm not sure he's human. His looks are out of this world. It doesn't help that he looks so familiar either. I just can't put my finger on it.

I closed my eyes, forcing myself to ignore the sudden urge to jimp and run away. My eyes opened suddenly when I heard Zac start to chant and I looked up to see him circling around me, throwing white powder around me. The silver in his eyes were glowing and there was a blank expression on his face as he continued to say words from an unknown language. It was the weirdest feeling as I listened carefully to his words. The more he spoke, the more familiar the language started to become. It was almost as if I had heard it before and the words stirred within me.