The Storyteller's Secret Novels & Stories

There was no way she was going to tell Carol she had overslept as a result of staying up all night trying to finish up an article. Specifically, because Carol disliked excuses. “Excuses won't do the job,” she'd always say. “I'm sorry,” Emily finally spoke reverently after Carol gave her a sideways glance. Carol ignored Emily and pulled out a file with a picture on it, dumping it in front of her, “Rex Hale. Billionaire tech mogul. I need an interview from him.” Huh? Emily frowned slightly as she flipped through the pages. Clearly, this wasn't what she had expected.

It's all black. There was a big mahagoni table in the middle and then her eyes met with the pair of grey pupils. boom! A cold pair of grey pupils looking at her curious one. For a flicker of a moment her breath got stuck. How is this possible? No no this can't be him. She was thinking unnecessarily. Then she shook her head convincingly that there are a lot of people with the same faces roaming around the world. That could be a coincidence. As Alice said she needed to move on. She can't hold onto her past anymore. Even though the horrible moments still haunt her but this is high time she should let go of her past and move on. She will keep her secret with her till her death. This is what she

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that we don’t want you home. But something seems off. We’ve been trying to figure it out. You know you can tell me anything, right?” So he and my parents had been talking about me. Fucking awesome. “Yeah. I do. And I will. Just not now.” “Okay. Well, tonight is about having fun anyway—getting your mind off things. And I’ve got my guitar room set up for you.” “Cool. Thanks, man. I really appreciate it. Had I known our grandmother was a freak, I would’ve come to stay here a long time ago.” “Worst kept secret in the world.” He laughed. “But I’m glad she threw your ass out.”

Angela shouted, closing the suitcase again and shoving it before Gilberd. "Especially Uncle. Uncle has no right to keep all this when the head of the family is already there, "cried Gilbert. "All of this is yours, Angela. So save it!" Dareen exclaimed. Angela looked at Regan, and Regan nodded his head. "The other wealth is in a secret room, which is the big vault of this family. And the key is with you, which is the symbol of the key to the Gonemanus family," Gilberd exclaimed.

Deagan sighed out loud when he laid his head on Aria’s pillow, it smelt uncanny like her making Deagan smile slightly, he may not have been right next to her, but being in her personal space made him feel a little closer to her. Despite how tired he was, his mind wouldn’t let him sleep; he went over the past day and a half in his mind, taking in how his life went from zero to a hundred with just a few words in a book. He still couldn’t wrap his head around how she managed to get away with such a big secret, but at the same time, it seemed easy, all you needed was people to believe you when you told the first big lie. After all, he had gotten away with the same thing for so many years. Degan

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♡

Soon an idea entered his mind, “How about I tell you a secret…as your reward for getting me Fort Worth.” She grunted in agreement. “Listen very carefully. I’m going to tell you a secret about the Millers and me.” He whispered in a deep voice. She could feel the darkness and chaos that he was about to disclose to her, and he did not disappoint. While listening to his story she could only cover her face to muffle and hide her wide open mouth. “Are you sure about this?” She asks in bewilderment.

"It's because they're secretly the world's philosophers, contemplating the mysteries of the universe between their many naps." His playful tales continued, each more fantastical than the last. He spun stories of talking squirrels who held clandestine debates in the treetops, of clouds that stored the blueprints for the world's oddest inventions, and even of a legendary potato that could grant wishes, but only if you spoke to it in rhymes. With each nonsensical story, my anxiety further receded, replaced by a sense of wonder and amusement. Sebastian's unwavering presence, his tender embrace, and his fanciful storytelling formed a sanctuary in the heart of the forest.

Wine was poured. Food was served. But no one was eating. Not really. We were circling. Waiting. Then I stood. Lifted my glass. “To secrets,” I said. Everyone froze. Holly blinked. Santino frowned. Dante grinned. “To the things we hide,” I continued. “And the people who hide them best.” Holly set her glass down. Slowly. Deliberately. I turned to her. “Tell me, Holly. What’s the worst secret you’ve ever kept?”

“Of course. If it is madam Valerie, then I would gladly accept the favor. What is it? Just name one.” Valerie lifted her head. There was a holo-image on her smile, the picture of serenity on which she can use to advertise a lake vacation in a virtual theatre. But even when she’s smiling, her gaze is cold, so sharp it can cut the air. “I have a story to tell. It is something that can give you a lot of fortune. “A story that can give me a fortune, I am in.” “The story is about a CEO and a conglomerate who will inherit a billion dollar fortune. He is hiding a secret child. He had the kid by an accident, together with his college friend. However, the CEO was engaged to another conglomerate woman