Their Secret Obsession Pippa Moon Novels & Stories

Tara asked gobsmacked. "I-erm, I kind of have a secret, I've been keeping my whole life and I wanted to share it with you." You explained, Tara looks at you waiting for you to continue. "You have to promise not to tell anyone." You continue. "I promise." Tara smiled. "I'm a werewolf." You blurted. "What? Is this a prank?" Tara is shocked. "Why do you think I passed out back there? I had an episode and back at the arcade, the 30 baskets." You explain.

But when the scouts revealed the scent profile—faint, sickly, but undeniably familiar—the fury had instantly chilled into a heavy, complicated silence. Sienna had returned. The name had not been spoken in their home for nearly twenty years. Sienna was the ghost in the photograph Aria had found hidden in Xander’s study when she was just a terrified, invisible girl trying to survive a cold arrangement. Sienna was the golden girl, the heir apparent to the Luna crown, the woman who had possessed everything Aria lacked, only to abandon the pack—and Xander—in pursuit of greater power with a rival faction before the dark times had truly set in.

Luna’s Secret The moonlight painted the pack house in silver, soft and beautiful—yet Mona knew beauty was always a mask. She moved through the corridors in silence, her golden hair gleaming like a crown, her lips curved in the smile that fooled everyone. Everyone but her mother. Catherine had taught her that power was not only taken with claws and fangs but with secrets. And tonight, Mona held a secret sharp enough to slice through Derrick himself. Kimberly’s father had betrayed them.

“That’s enough,” said a firm low voice through the microphone. Nathan had passed it to Nicholas. “Please discover all the facts before making accusations. Piper proposed her deal last night. The announcement about the blood moon did not come in until this morning.” The second girl relented, lowering her head. “He’s right. She couldn’t have known…” “But…?” said the first. “Surely the timing was too perfect to be a coincidence.” “Sorry,” I said. “I don’t tell the future. I don’t have the internet. I just made a guess for the sake of the deal.”

I gave him Blow jobs so many times but his skills were beyond my imagination. "Don't you get tired??" "Oh, I can't get tired Ever." "Don't you have any shame, Mr CEO, trying on your Secretary??" "My craving for my secretary is never-ending. And My late-night cravings are always you."

I waited for the heavy silence of an insulted host. Pippa did not look angry. She did not even look surprised. She let out a long, heavy sigh. She looked up, and for the first time, I saw her eyes clearly. They were clouded with a deep, hollow exhaustion. It was the look of someone who had carried a heavy weight for a very long time. “Do you have any idea what it costs to stay hidden for ten years?”

Her iPad was still open to a gossip article about a French actress divorcing her third husband, but her eyes were no longer reading. I rubbed the side of my water glass with my thumb. “A secret that big. I kept it for years like I was carrying a glass box in my chest. One wrong step, it breaks. One wrong word, it breaks. The wrong person finds out, it breaks.” Out on the deck, Poppy laughed. Her small laugh jumped across the wind. Sebastian was lifting her a little higher now so she could see something below, maybe the wake trailing behind the yacht. Poppy shrieked with delight, not fear. Both her hands were holding Sebastian’s shoulders. Bunny was trapped between them like diplomatic cargo.

But to sit around and chat with friends is out of character for me. As I sit here with this group of people, I realize that I could easily find myself calling them actual friends and not just people who can be assets to me. Although, my wife is friends with women with very powerful partners. Camden Hunter dominates the art world, and Beckham Sinclair is the future of cybersecurity. I get so lost in my thoughts I miss the first part of the conversation between Camden and his girlfriend, Pippa, but I tune in to hear enough. “So basically we fell in love because of a bet. One that Camden lost big-time,” Pippa teases, looking back at him.

“I understand. I have one final secret. One last truth that could change everything you think you know about this family. About the entire war we have been fighting.” John’s grip on my hand tightened. “What is it Sarah? Tell us. No more games.” Sarah looked at all of us, her eyes heavy with the weight of years. “The obsession was never just about me or Kane or Elena. There is one more person. Someone who has been pulling the strings from the very beginning. Someone who faked their death years ago and has been waiting for the perfect moment to destroy everything. Someone who wants the Voss bloodline for themselves. And that person is…”