The Dirt Book 2: Oh No Not Again Novels & Stories

Back in the cabin, the silence felt louder than anything Molly had said. I lay on the bed in the same robe from earlier, knees bent, feet bare, one hand curled around the cluster of condom wrappers I hadn’t thrown away. I didn’t know why I still had them. Maybe I needed to hold something that made the whole thing feel real. Dennis was pacing again, short steps, hands behind his back like he couldn’t sit still. His face was tight, unreadable. Noah slumped into the armchair near the door, muttering something under his breath about slashing Molly’s tires. I didn’t respond. I wasn’t sure I had anything left to give.

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

To those who genuinely love this book, I say thank you. You all have been good and kind and I love you all. Looking forward to writing my next project. Love, Author, Dirty Triangle.

I felt it again and I started to dig with my bare fingers. I didn’t dig too far before I pulled out a book with a cover as hard as wood. Dirt from the soil was all over it so I brushed it away. A couple of scents caught my nose but the smell of blood was thick in the air. Was it from the book? I studied the book closely, confused. Flipped through its pages and it was filled with written words on each page. Written, not printed. Like a journal. And on the final page was what seemed like a detailed map to some place but I didn’t even understand anything. I didn’t even know what I was looking at.

It moved across the emptiness, leaving a trail of dark, rich brown. Suddenly, there was a sound—a deep, low rumble that shook my teeth. Beneath my feet, the "Nothing" began to take shape. It wasn't the flat metal of a stage or the red glass of the wasteland. It was **Dirt**. It was cold. It was wet. It smelled of rot and life all at once. "Kaima, look!" Rowan shouted. He fell to his knees as the ground solidified beneath him. He dug his fingers into the soil, his eyes wide with wonder. "It’s... it’s heavy. It stays under my nails. Kaima, it’s real!"

I asked no one in particular but the dusty jewelleries stared back at me giving me my answer. I turned to move but my leg hit the vanity drawer and I heard a small plop, “Ouch!” I winced in pain as I rubbed my toes, bending down to pick what had fallen, it was a book and it was dusty. Dusting it off made me cough repeatedly and I stared at the book turning the page open but every page as well was covered in dust although preserved. I dusted a few pages off and the crisp but clean handwriting stared back at me. I read the first page and Immediately closed it. It was Jonathan’s mom’s diary.I flipped through the book and realized that she had written a lot and even almost used up the book. I wa

“Do you find these books a little strange?” Alice turned and looked at Xander “I feel the same way!” Alice answered, because it was a little strange. The house they enter has a lot of dust, even for the bed, they have to clean the downstairs which is full of dust. And finding that the books on the second floor were clean made them a little suspicious. That means, before them there must be someone else who entered this house. But because she felt it was not too dangerous, Alice turned back to the pages of the books that were open. Alice stared at the title,--'IMMALITY'—Alice frowned. He reads the book

Just now, it striked me as kinda unfair given that the cameras would be around much more than David would be, but hey. As I climbed out of his truck without so much as a good-bye and slammed the door, I reminded myself again. I agreed to this. THIS IS THE END OF DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS BOOK SERIES 1. THE NEXT SERIES WILL BE UPDATED SOON KEEP CHECKING AND SUPPORT ME.

My hands pressed into the wood, my knuckles white, as I whispered a frantic prayer. “Lord, cleanse me. Wash this filth out of my mind. I am Yours. I am not this woman. I am not.” But my body… my body wouldn’t stop trembling. Because the truth? For one wild, reckless second… I liked what I saw. I grabbed the phone again and my thumbs flew across the screen. Gloria: Don’t you ever send me something like that again. This is disgusting, sinful. You need repentance, not this filth.

Just then, I spotted it—a patch of murky, slightly muddy dirt. It hadn’t rained in weeks now. I crouched down, brushing my fingers across the damp soil. When I pulled them back, they were slightly red and faintly tinged with the scent of copper. Blood. I frowned and looked around, then spotted something else. This time, it was a boot print in the dirt a few paces away. The same boot print we’d followed from the crime scene last night. I stood to wave the others over, but found Bianca standing right behind me. Her eyes widened, and before I could speak, she whirled around and cupped her hands around her mouth. “Hey! I found something!”