The Secret Place Book Novels & Stories

“You’re really here.” She moved through ruined shelves, roof missing, mold and burning paper scent heavy. In the children’s section, a worn blanket with faded stars. Knees gave out. Beside it, a battered Secret Garden lay facedown, underlined in blue ink. A pressed flower tucked inside — from her. From that spring afternoon years ago. She had teased Aria about it, tucked it in her hoodie. Aria kept it. Clutching the book, heart thundering, she whispered, “Please be okay. Please still be you.”

Confirmations of their suspicions. My secret, the one I’d buried so deep, was about to rise with the moon. I wanted to vanish. Run. Run. Suddenly, a memory struck me, so vivid it was like I’d stepped into it. Hyde's words to me that night. “This place,” he’d said, “no one comes here but me. It’s quiet and safe, you're officially the second person that knows about it.” The stream. The little hidden place just beyond the ridge, tucked behind the brambles and the stones shaped like crescent moons. No one else knew about it.

Ryker was darting his eyes left and right, Leo saw this and knew that he was the one, he looked at him and said “why did you bring that book out of the secret shelf that it was kept in?” Ryker said “bro, believe me I just forgot to put it back where it was after we could not decipher what is was talking about” Leo decided not to hold it against him, everyone makes mistakes, he then walked up to the book shelf and picked the red colored book and pulled a mechanism in the wall near the book shelf, a secret chamber opened and Leo walked it, he stored the book in the secret shelf and then he walked out, the door immediately closed back to how it was without leaving any traces behind. That was ho

And then, at the very bottom of the box, we got to my diary. The one that I had hidden in a secret compartment in the dresser that I thought my mother knew nothing about. The one that I had written in about the bullying and abuse that I suffered. The one that I had confided some of my darkest and deepest insecurities. Ashley saw my face and frowned. “Jenna?” “It’s my … my … my d-d-d-d-iary,” I whispered. “It’s here. Which means she found it. Which means… she read it.”

Next day Chenyin went to the bathroom to take a shower. Zhong Yu entered the room silently. She started to find the book. She found a book under Chenyin's pillow. She understood that it's the secret book. That's why Chenyin put it here. She took the book and put a poison book in it's place. Then she left with the book. Suddenly, Chenguang entered the room with a tray of foods. She knew that Chenyin was in the bathroom. She placed the tray in the table and quickly started to find the book. She found the poison book under the pillow. She never seen the secret book before. So she thought it was the book. Then she run away from the Palace with the poison book.

Once inside, I place the mac and cheese onto my desk and removes one of the oven mitts before I begin searching the book shelf to the right of my desk. “What are you doing?” Getting a puzzled look from Sky, I ignore his questioning gaze. “You’ll see.” Finding what I am looking for, I pull out a book titled “Hidden Secrets” and smirk as the shelf slowly moves to the right side. Sky lets out a low whistle as I place on the mitt once again before picking up the pan and climbing the stairs in the hidden passage way. "Wow." Is Sky's only response.

“Where is ‘here’ exactly?” Ellen grinned mischievously. “A surprise.” We stepped out of the car, and I followed them down the street, the familiar scent of aged wood and fresh pastries filling my nostrils. It wasn’t until we stopped in front of a worn but charming bookstore that I realized where we were. My breath caught. “This is…” I trailed off, staring at the place in disbelief. Ellen beamed. “I knew you’d remember.” I did. This was the bookstore where I had spent countless hours as a child. Where I had hidden away from the world, from my family’s cruelty, from the whispers of the pack. The place where stories had become my escape.

Charles says, wrapping his arms around me from behind. My poor heart "Oh no son, I just didn't know that you and Elizabeth were that close" "Let's just say she's that hidden secret I wasn't ready to reveal yet" Now he's insinuating things "Oh I get it now. Congratulations you both!" She says with a beaming smile and walks excitedly, as if she has a dirty secret she cannot wait to share with everyone. "Charles!" "Elizabeth!" "Now you're just creating stories" "I've always wanted to be a writer since I was a kid"

I pretended like I didn't hear him because I'm very well aware that it is not the right place to let out my pride. That's how we both started to search the book named "The Hidden secrets." until 2 O'clock but the damn book nowhere to find. Hunger knocked my stomach frequently begging me to eat something although I reminded her that we are here to search the book, not for eating, but couldn't able to control myself I asked him shyly, "Why don't we eat and resume our searching?" but no response. "Blake, I'm hungry." I turned around and whined like a baby but the place where he stood before was empty.

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♡