The Secret History Novels & Stories

Her hair fell around her face like a shield, and she was scribbling notes with the kind of intensity that meant she'd discovered something big. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she kept glancing around like she expected someone to sneak up on her. Whatever she was researching, it wasn't for a school project. I grabbed a random economics textbook and settled at a table where I could keep an eye on her without being obvious about it. From here, I could see the cover of her book. "The Dark Royals." “Shit.” “That's not good,” my wolf agreed. “Ancient pack histories are full of dangerous information. Things people killed to keep secret.”

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."

But still I couldn't shake the possibility that maybe Camille had something to do with this. I whispered, "I have something to show you." His eyes were tired yet seeking as he gazed at me. Reaching behind the line of hardcovers until my fingers found the latch, I got up and moved over to the bookcase. A tiny compartment opened with a click. When I returned to him, I placed it in his lap. He looked at it. "What is this?" I whispered, "The authentic documents the one Camille has been hiding from you” He gasped in shock springing up…..

“Well, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. And guess what? If I’m given the chance again, I still wouldn’t. Because I know how she is. She would have wanted to protect me, but that would have been too much of a burden on her. To know such a secret about me and have to keep quiet about it just so she could protect me. I knew it would have been too much. Hence, why I didn’t tell any of you.” I exhaled slowly. Her words made perfect sense. “Anyway, that’s not what we’re here for.” She said, pulling out a huge scroll book and landing it hard on the table. She peeled open a couple of pages until she paused on one. “Theodore, come here, please. Come see this.” I walked towards her begrudgingly, not r

"We can't do this. Not anymore. You're my stepbrother now." He chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated through me. "Stepbrother," he repeated, tasting the word. "Doesn't change what happened last night. Or how much you moaned my name." His hand brushed my lower back subtly, fingers tracing the curve of my spine through my shirt. I stepped away, heat pooling in my groin despite myself. "This is serious," I hissed. "My dad... your mom... if they find out—" "They won't," he interrupted, popping a strawberry into his mouth with casual grace. "Unless you can't handle a little secret." His dark eyes challenged me, daring me to push back.

I need you to read this. We looked at each other. He kept reading. Out loud, after the first two lines, so I could hear it in real time. Cara Hale was forty-one. She had spent the last fifteen years watching her brother make bad decisions and take no responsibility for them. She had not been in contact with Patrick for three years. She had seen the Priya Nair profile and she had seen Alex's name and she had looked up the Hargreave case. She had done research. Then she had found something.

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♡

Clara’s POV The weight of the brown envelope in my bag felt like a lead brick. Inside were the investment documents Kiran had handed me—the "bait" for the trap he was setting. My heart hammered against my ribs as I walked toward the bus stop, every shadow on the street looking like one of Mrs. Victoria’s spies. I looked at my hand. The red mark from the tea had faded into a dull ache, but the memory of Kiran’s cold, dark smile stayed fresh in my mind.

The lights around it were dimmer than the others, like even the building didn’t want attention. “This place looks like it has secrets,” Elizabeth whispered. “All buildings have secrets,” I said. “That’s not comforting, Elena.” We stopped at the entrance. The message in my head kept repeating itself. Scholarship review. Mandatory. 8:30 PM. “I’ll be fine,” I said. Elizabeth crossed her arms. “If you’re not back in ten minutes, I’m calling someone.” “Who?” “I don’t know. Security. Batman. Someone.” I smiled a little. “I’ll be quick.”

That was how they worked, in silent communication and sync, so much so that they never accepted other people to switch or join them. Selena squatted at the end of the hallway by the wall where there was a fluffy door mat and ran her hand through it. Smooth, no lump or irregularities meaning it was either still new or never used. She moved it and smiled at her finding. A tiny key hole. Typical rich people. She thought. They either had a secret something behind a painting or behind a book shelf or under their floor boards. The owner of the house fell under the last category, thus explaining the thick ceiling. She pulled at one of the boards but it didn't budge. Pushing it didn't work out eithe