Their Dirty Little Secret Novels & Stories

I took my time, methodically cleaning myself before tucking myself away and zipping my pants. "No," I said, as I met her eyes, amused. "Are you insane?" She hissed, stepping toward me, her face pale. She shoved her skirt into place, her knuckles white. "You don't get it. This isn't a game. This is our lives. If there is a digital trail of this... of us... it’s going to burn everything down. You're leaving evidence of a big fat secret." I smirked, "I’m the one who built this network, Gianna. I know every single packet of data that moves through these servers. I can handle any trail I want. Don't threaten me with a good time."

The guilt never fully went away. But the pleasure was stronger. And I was too far gone to care. Because some taboos feel too good to stop. And some cocks are worth every secret they cost. I was my sister’s ex’s dirty little secret. And I never wanted to be anything else. The night everything almost broke was the night Claire showed up unannounced.

After my brother and fake heir, Damon Stewart, runs someone over, he frames me for it. My fiancee immediately breaks off our engagement and marries him. I'm facing prison time, but Crystal Morgan—my childhood sweetheart who's also a lawyer—resolutely chooses to marry me. She works tirelessly to clear my name, and eventually she gets Damon sent to prison. However, her family runs into financial trouble, and her ailing mother is facing prison time herself. To repay a debt of gratitude, I, an accountant, take the blame for the crime and spend seven years in prison. But on the day I'm released, I overhear Crystal and her mother, Lilian Murphy, talking from behind the gates. "Crystal, Elija

Liam's ability to destroy everything I loved with a single phone call. But underneath the fear, something else was growing. Something hot and stubborn and tired of running. "I want to stop hiding, Marcus." I opened my eyes and looked directly at him. "I am so tired of pretending. I am tired of sneaking through back doors and checking over my shoulder every five minutes. I am tired of being a secret." "You are not a secret." "Then what am I?" I stood up. "Because right now I feel like something you keep locked in a drawer and only take out when nobody is looking. I feel like something you are ashamed of."

She looked to Cam who was standing beside her and her lips stubbornly shut. “Cam,” Mia whispered to her friend. “Yes sir,” Cam said. She did not want to sabotage her friend's opportunity because of her stubbornness. “What secret exactly are we keeping a secret? The one about being a professor who is part of the mafia? Or the one where we have been fucking ourselves?” Cam thought. “I can tell that you still want more of that,” a voice said to her. Her eyes widened as she looked at everyone in the room.

"It was just once. And he was... not entirely himself that night." "Not himself, how?" Hazel narrowed her eyes. "Was he drunk? High? Possessed by the ghost of relationships past?" "Something like that," I muttered, not wanting to get into the whole drugging incident. "Anyway, thank you for finding her. I tried looking online myself, but I couldn't find anything." "That's because you were probably using G****e like a normal person," Hazel said with a hint of pride. "The real dirt is always in these private forums. People with money pay good money to keep their secrets off the main search engines."

MY DIRTY LITTLE SECRET Dear Diary, today I fucked my new Father and Brother. It was the best lay I have ever had! I’m not sure where to start. How do I tell you this? I didn’t mean for it to happen...What am I saying, of course I did. I knew damn well when Steve saw me naked there was no going back. Yeah, that was the beginning...

It was as though it should never come to an end. “I did this all by myself,” Georgia said and smiled to herself. Nobody ever achieved anything by being the good guy or good girl, and Georgia knew, especially from experience, that even those highly wealthy and influential families had also done some dirty things in the past that would destroy all they have ever worked for if they ever got to the public, and they guarded those dirty, ugly secrets with everything they had. The only person Georgia hadn’t seen or heard any incriminating news from was Syrus Vale.

He struck the opening chord again, and this time, the slow-burn magic took over the room. As we sang together, the lyrics acted as a double-edged sword, cutting straight through the lies and secrets we were both desperate to keep. Kingsley took the first line of the medley, his deep, velvety baritone echoing off the acoustic panels of the studio. When Kingsley sang about wanting to "rewrite the stars" and change their fate, he was looking directly at me. > "You think I'm easy to find, mister?" > "No, I think you're... a dirty little secret."

I had tried to be honest and open, but it seemed like it wasn't enough. "I know your dirty little secret with Amihan," she continued, her voice low and dangerous. "I know about the sex, the money, and everything else. Do you really think you can hide it from me? Or from Dalisay, for that matter? Wait till I tell her the truth so she can pack your poverty ass off this mansion, you gold-digger." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I had thought I'd kept my secret safe, but apparently she knew everything. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.