Three Dirty Secrets Novels & Stories

He was already headed to the prison cells. I met him there and he smiled at me, "Good night?" he asked wiggling his eyebrows, "But seriously.....fuck up again and I will be pissed." he stated stone-faced. "I won't. I am seriously making up for lost time. Now to find out what these asshats want with our girl." I said and we walked down the stairs. I could smell the rogues before I saw them. Rogues had a certain smell to them and they smelled like the earth and mushrooms. I need to ask the Goddess when I die why mushrooms...out of everything why mushrooms?!?!

“Everything okay there, honey? Ava taking good care of you all? Call me in the morning.” I stared at the message, heart pounding, body still leaking cum from three different people. The four of us exchanged glances in the dim light. This weekend had spiraled far beyond our dirty little secret and it was only getting more dangerous.

Blurb. Daddy’s Dirty Secrets is a collection of stories where temptation never knocks—it walks straight in. Every tale explores the thrill of forbidden attraction, dangerous choices, hidden affairs, and desires too powerful to ignore. Here, love isn’t always innocent, heroes aren’t always good, and the lines between right and wrong blur with every stolen moment. Whether it’s a ruthless billionaire guarding more than his fortune, a mafia king with a dangerous obsession, an alpha who refuses to let go, or strangers whose lives collide at exactly the wrong time, every story offers a new escape into a world where passion and consequences go hand in hand. No two stories are alike, but th

I said softly, “from a man who has over three million dollars in secret gambling debts. A man whose wife has no idea he’s been borrowing from dangerous loan sharks to hide his addiction.” Franklin’s face went deathly pale. His mouth opened, then closed. His hands started shaking visibly. “How did you—?” He stopped himself and swallowed hard. “Those could be fake. Anyone can fabricate documents these days.” I slid a thick folder across the table. It landed in front of him with a soft thud. “Open it.” He stared at the folder like it was a bomb. “I said open it, Franklin.” His trembling hands finally reached for it. He opened the folder slowly.

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♡

“But your wife called me directly today. She knows my name, Zayn. She screamed at me over the phone, saying she’d drag your name through every tabloid if you don’t end it.” My pussy throbbed despite the fear, the danger making everything feel hotter. I grounded against his thigh, needing his cock, with my nipples hard. He broke the kiss, breathing heavy, and yanked my blouse open, buttons flying. “Let her scream. She has her secrets.” He shoved my bra down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make me cry out. His other hand pushed under my skirt, fingers sliding into my soaked folds. “So fucking wet already. You love this, don’t you? Love being the dirty secret that co

Chapter 4: Secrets & Lies AURORA We returned to the city that afternoon. Lucien didn’t waste any time. The moment we stepped into his top-floor office, three rough-looking men were waiting. They stood respectfully as we entered. “Boss,” the one with the scar said. Lucien’s hand stayed on my lower back. “This is my wife, Aurora. Aurora, these are Marco, Viktor, and Salvatore.” Marco grinned. “So you’re the one who finally got a ring on him. Ballsy.”

"I can’t keep doing this. Working as your secretary was supposed to be a fresh start after everything. But the late nights, the secrets I’m forced to type up and file away—the bribes, the offshore accounts, the way you silence anyone who asks questions—it’s destroying me. Last month’s payment helped with the rent, but I can’t live like this anymore. Not with the baby coming. If you want me gone, fine. But I won’t stay quiet forever. Not if you keep treating people like they’re disposable. I loved you once, Maybe part of me still does, But this has to end." "Elena Bennett”. Damian’s hand tightened on the letter until the edges crumpled. He read it again silently, the words sinking deeper. His

This time, she sat. The leather was expensive. Everything in this room probably costs more than her monthly salary. Adrian took his seat across from her and slid a thick folder across the desk. “What’s that?” she asked. “Your lifeline.” She opened it cautiously. Legal language greeted her. Dense. Precise. Intimidating. “NDA?” she asked. “Yes.” “Plural?” “Yes.” She flipped pages, eyes widening. “Non-disclosure, non-disparagement, media conduct—are you serious?”

I drag myself out of bed, legs unsteady, and open the laptop on the desk like it’s a lifeline. The screen wakes like it’s been waiting for me. 6:20 a.m. Perfect. I open the folder labelled OFFSHORE. Inside: eight years of Theo’s dirty little secrets (Cayman accounts, shell companies, payments to “consultants” who never consulted, bribes disguised as charity). Every lie he told while I coded until my eyes bled. Every time he kissed my forehead and said “we’re in this together” while siphoning millions into accounts I would never see.