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The thought of leaving her mother and brother in this hell was a tortuous decision she’d dreaded making for some time, but she knew she must go and she must go immediately. Months earlier, Tatyana noticed a secret doorway that led to the shop on Fremont Street. Knowing that this day would come, she watched the activities around the door carefully until she learned the daily schedule. Sensing her time was near, she’d slipped through it on several occasions and ventured just far enough into the shop to steal a tee shirt and some shorts. Now, she ran back to her room and pulled them from their hiding place. Tucking them beneath her eighteenth century attire, she made her way as inconspicuously

What would I do if he were to come near me again? ***** We finally got to our destination, which was a rocky hill, but the view was beautiful, with a pleasant air. “Do you like the scenery, Tihana?” He asked while staring far beyond. “Yes, it's beautiful, I muttered,” staring at the landscape.” “I'm glad you like this place. You know where this is?” I shook my head in a no. “This is my secret hideout. I always come around here when I need a place to clear my head. I usually race my wolf here without my car.”

It seemed too big, and she couldn't fit it in her bag. The secretary knocked on the door and entered just in time to see this scene. Though Miss Moran spoke little and never complained, she must miss Mr. Sterling a lot. Otherwise, she wouldn't be staring at his photo so intently. The secretary sighed, picked up the photo of Eli next to the globe, and pretended to wipe it. Tanya thought her intentions had been discovered, so she laughed and hid her embarrassment. 'She's pretending to be strong!' the secretary thought. With too much stuff in her bag, Tanya decided to leave first. As she left, the secretary glanced around the office.

“And he left you to suffer. I mean you could have been living a comfortable life back in New York.” Mrs Eleanor chuckled lightly. “The life living here is worth anything. I want to be out of the ruckus of the modern world. I needed a beautiful place to regain myself. A place where no one will find out about me. And I found out about this place.” “It is not even on the map.” “It is a secret place, Damien. No one here wants an outsider poking their nose into their business. It was hard for me at first, but I ended up getting accepted by the people.” she explained.

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.”

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♡

"Relax, we're just pretending, remember?" He didn't reply, just watched me with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me, into the part of me that was starting to get lost in our performance. The cameras flashed, a strobe light of our perfect fairytale life. We were the "perfect couple," living a lie so grand it felt almost real. But behind the smiles and the designer clothes, we were two broken people with a secret that could destroy everything. Suddenly, a woman with a sleek blonde bob and a killer red dress approached. Her features were sharp and elegant, and I guessed she had some Western blood in her. She hugged Eavon tightly, her eyes sizing me up with an unnerving inten

Anna ends up wearing the floral dress she chose not to wear the night before. “You need to have a good first impression on Madam Foundry,” Sophia tells Anna. She styles Anna’s hair back into a bun. Anna wonders if she’ll get her hair done any time soon. She’ll have to find an African hair salon. Sophia grabs a few granola bars to eat on the way and a bottle of milk and they’re on their way to Madam Foundry. Madame Foundry is in Hertfordshire to Anna’s surprise. Her ‘finishing school’ is her rustic two-story cottage with creeping vines going up the wall. Sophia leads Anna to the gate where they ring the bell. Anna looks at the perimeter wall which they could quite easily jump over. A buzzer s

I ask her. “Follow me.” We run off following after Vanessa. I felt like a spy as we hid behind walls and bushes as people passed us. It took us ten minutes of playing spy through town before we reached the school. Vanessa led us around to the back and there was an old shed there. We knew it was the gardeners shed so none of us really ever cared for it. Running over to the shed Vanessa looks around suspiciously before going behind the shed. Lani and I look at each other before Vanessa pops her head back around the corner scaring us.