Three Dirty Secrets Novels & Stories

The motel room was bleak – stained carpet, a flickering fluorescent light, and a view of a dumpster overflowing with trash. Brianna stared at it, a wave of despair washing over her. This was her life now, hiding in a rundown motel, running from a scandal she didn't create. She checked her dwindling cash supply. It wouldn't last long. She needed a job, and fast. But Zendy's reference hadn't yielded anything yet. Every place she called either hung up or gave her a curt, "We're not hiring."

He muttered to himself. The next day, the story was printed with a large picture of Theodore. Theodore was in Portugal when he received the news. Natalie was having breakfast when the news was broken to her that Theodore was on Page Six. She opened the newspaper and read the headline “The Forbidden Billionaire’s Dirty Little Secret” Maybe the world can learn new synonyms now. For Mr. Theodore Gilbert is the forbidden billionaire and Miss Natalie Greene is his dirty secret.

9 3 Days Later It had been the longest three days I had ever lived. These days were my nightmares, I cried, gave up, stood again, fell down and again held my broken pieces together from falling deeply under my eyes. I had been keenly conscious about my surroundings, more than I should’ve had. Everything that moved with me or every person as far as I could see seemed like a threat. I studied them if they meant to harm or stalking me; even if that was a disable man minding his own business. Wherever I went I felt like being chased along with getting precisely observed by some unseen force which denied to appear in front of me,

Just now, it striked me as kinda unfair given that the cameras would be around much more than David would be, but hey. As I climbed out of his truck without so much as a good-bye and slammed the door, I reminded myself again. I agreed to this. THIS IS THE END OF DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS BOOK SERIES 1. THE NEXT SERIES WILL BE UPDATED SOON KEEP CHECKING AND SUPPORT ME.

Sophia and Elena answered at the same time, voices husky with renewed lust: “Yes, Daddy.” And with that, the twisted, filthy affair that began with pure nepotism and a nymphomaniac secretary ended not in destruction, but in the birth of a secret, insatiable threesome that would bind the three of them together forever in the most depraved way possible. They had a filthily-happy ever after.

My phone vibrated in my palm, revealing George's urgent notification in our old group chat. George: Everyone meet in the Computer Room on the third floor of the tech building right now. No excuses. I have proof of who leaked the video. Bring Summer if she’s with you. I stared at the glowing letters with a heavy, numb heart. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to face Kingsley after what happened in the hallway, and I certainly didn't want to see whatever "proof" George thought he had found. But the text mentioned the leaked video—the very thing threatening my entire academic existence. But regardless, I went, dragging my heavy feet toward the tech building,.reluctantly.

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

“Good girl. That’s so fucking hot. Your pussy is getting wet again just talking about it. I love how greedy you are. You take our fingers, our tongues, our cocks so well. You were made for us, baby.” I moaned softly, trying to stay quiet. “Miles… you’re making me want it again…” He kissed me deeply, his fingers moving in slow circles. “That’s the plan. I want you dripping and desperate for us every day. I want you to remember how your body belongs to the three of us. How we make you cum harder than you ever did alone.” We kept talking like that for a long time, whispering dirty secrets and touching each other gently. Miles told me more about their pasts, how empty it felt before me, and how

Every word landed like a stone in still water, rippling outward into territories I didn't want to examine. "Dallas might be head over heels," Hazel continued, "might look at you and see someone worth crying over. But I don't. I see a man with secrets and blood on his clothes and a family that reeks of something rotten." She paused, letting it sink in. "She's my best friend. She's all I have. And you're going to destroy her without even meaning to." The bathroom faucet shut off. We both heard it, the sudden silence pressing down like a hand.

I whisper, looking straight down at my lap. How can my tongue ever tell his noble ears about this dirty shame? How can my voice confess to the highest alpha in the territory that my young body sold its virgin heat for gold resources? I don't know how many secret surveillance photos this blackmailer holds in their claws. My soul is so scared that my dirty history from the Duskwild Expanse will get leaked to the entire pack. Especially if his eyes find out...