Novel & Cerita What Is Man A Miserable Pile Of Secrets

" yes." "Why do you have to yield to his want? He's just a third-generation spoilt brat" Even rolled her eyes in annoyance" "he knows our secret! He can..." " How? You said everyone who knows works for White Tigers. Ho..how? This is fvcked up!" "For real! I'm frustrated!" "Seb! Tell him! He will help us, right? He took the marrow after all" "We can't. You and I know How he's, he's ruthless, he might silence us for good "

I was empty. Someone started the ceremony. I didn’t listen. Words floated around me, but none landed. I just stared at the boxes. Waiting. Hoping. I had Googled everything the night before. Mistaken identity. Buried alive. Comas. It was pathetic, I know. But I wanted a glitch in the story. Something that said, “Wait, no, we got it wrong.” I whispered to them. Over and over. Please. Wake up. Please come back. Please don’t leave me.

"You've got no right to talk about love. A hidden girlfriend? Nah, just my replacement." Anger surged within me. Before I could shoot back, her smile turned cruel. She shoved past me, knocking my shoulder hard. "Know your place." Her footsteps faded, leaving me clutching my chest. The pain was unbearable. Luke failed me, but Karma always came back around. Once I calmed down, I went home. Mike called. "Your fiancé got you an animal biology book with real specimens inside. Pretty cool, right? How are you going to thank me?"

Lena stood frozen, her mind swirling with Alex's words as she stared at the clothes which were previously neatly arranged, but Alex had succeeded in scattering here and there. Finally, Alex sighed impatiently. "Look, Lena, think about it. The AC was on when we got here. If you hadn't noticed or paid attention, the bed was ruffled. Mr. Moneau is as good as crippled right now and his fiancée is dead. Why would the room look like that?"

Jamie disappeared without a sound, leaving us alone with the ghosts in those pages. I flipped the first file open. The words blurred then sharpened with terrible clarity. Each line punched the air from my lungs. Bank transfers. Secret meetings. Compromising photos. Every dirty secret Alex thought was buried. My knuckles turned white around the edges. "How—" "Please." Rolin's chuckle was dark velvet. "I breathe this air." Typical. The man collected secrets like others collected art. I kept reading, the room shrinking with every page. My ex-husband's life unfolded in damning detail:

“I’m in shock, Mum, but I still think he’s a wanker. This doesn’t change anything. He still treated you like shit. His kids were still vile to me. He still made me feel like a nobody on his posh, fancy property.” “Don’t hate him, sweetheart. He’s not a bad man, not really. He’s never been a bad man, life is just… complicated sometimes. Things don’t go to plan, things don’t turn out as you expect, or as you want… Things aren’t simple. People aren’t simple.” I cleared my throat. “Secrets,” I said. “So many secrets.”

“Before I became insanely and dangerously obsessed with one woman.” He defeated my insecurity once again, and I felt foolish for letting it bother me in the first place. “Was this one of the secrets you mentioned earlier?” He cocked his head slightly when he absorbed the question. “No. The purpose of a secret is to conceal shame. I have no shame in paying for sex.”

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♡

"Sir! We have an urgent situation outside!" a loud voice rattled the cramped space of the quarters. "You candy assed moron! Haven't I told you before to leave all matters to the able hands of my assistant! Leave! Now!" a fat man lodged at a comfortable chair while holding a book with sensual depictions on it. Its contents were of women doing different positions in the most popular technique in the history of evolution. The cover title was Secret to Long Life by Jeff Depthfinder.

He jerked his icy, dissecting eyes at me. "Elena, do you know what destroys empires?" He spoke slowly and deliberately. "Not adversaries. Not cash. Not even death. Secrets. The foundation is rotted by secrets until it all falls apart.” My throat constricted. "I have none—" "Don't tell me lies." He moved forward, engulfing me in his shadow as it stretched across the room. The air thinned as his hand braced against the wall close to my head once more. The smell of his power, smoke, and wood was overpowering.