Novel & Cerita When Secrets Kill

SYNOPSIS: WARNING!!! Mature Audiences only. Open these pages and prepare to feel it between your legs immediately. Watch a pornstar pin a governor’s daughter against a wall during a private session, ripping into her slick greedy pussy as he rails her without mercy. Feel the burn as fingers plunge into a tight-dripping asshole, stretching it wide before a second cock joins in until she’s screaming. Solo scenes of desperate edging, vibrators buzzing against swollen clits until hips buck and juices flood the bed. Taboo quickies, forbidden office fucks over desks, and brutal degrading sessions where ‘good girl’ turns into ‘filthy cumslut’ as she’s used and covered in ropes of cum. Just graphic, hardcore pounding that leaves your clit pulsing, panties soaked and your pussy aching to be filled the same way. Fingers slipping inside yourself before you even reach the end of the first one, these stories are crafted to make you wetter with every line. DO NOT READ IN PUBLIC!

In the glittering world of wealth and power, where every smile was calculated and every gesture choreographed, Ann Sinclair is left wondering ‘what had she truly signed up for? Now that she was married to Lucas Montgomery, the internet giant. The game of marriage had begun, and neither of them knew just how dangerous it would become.

In this season of Seductive Vibrations, we go back to the beginning, looking into Marcus' secrets and finding out just how his marriage ended and the truth behind Maria's evil intent. If you thought Marcus' story stopped when he died, you're in for a shock, as there is far more to come after he passed away in Alena's arms. Are you ready?

In the shadows of Italy's underworld, one rule reigns: 'Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.' Alessandro Morano, a Mafia Godfather, walks a thin line between loyalty and deception. When Amelia Cooper enters his life, Alessandro must choose: Protect his empire or risk everything for love.

The only thing that she wanted, was to be dearly loved by her family. But all she got was a package full of betrayal. All he wanted was to find the girl who saved him and provide her with anything that she would demand and lacked. When he came to know it was love, he not only provided her with his immense never-ending love but also a free baby that adored only her. In her teenage life, all she wanted was for one man to like her. However, when she grew up, she had an army of men, lining to make her theirs. Now, who she shall choose? How will he make her his?

Claire Whitmore discovered that her newlywed husband Caleb Whitmore’s so-called business trip had actually been a trip to the postnatal retreat, where he was keeping vigil beside Serena Hale as she gave birth. And Serena was not just Caleb’s precious first love, but his brother’s wife. She was also the hit-and-run driver who had killed Claire’s grandma. In that moment, everything finally became clear. Caleb had married her for one reason only. To help Serena get away with murder. Claire held back her tears and did two things. First, she brought in a world-renowned neurosurgeon. She was going to wake the true head of the Whitmore family, Gideon Whitmore, and let him see for himself how his wife and his younger brother had been carrying on behind his back. Second, she began gathering every piece of evidence in secret. Everyone who had hurt her would answer for it. From that moment on, Claire stopped living as anyone’s dutiful wife. She was done stepping aside. All she wanted was justice for herself and for her grandma. She had thought dealing with a man as unreadable and ruthless as Gideon would mean a battle of wills. But in front of everyone, he stepped to her side of his own accord and did not ask a single question. “I’ll get you the answer you’re owed.” And Caleb, the husband who claimed to love her more than anyone yet kept asking her to suffer in silence, finally fell apart. Claire only gave a cold laugh. “You wanted your brother’s wife. Now I’m marrying your brother, and you’re losing your mind?”

The mafia coalition’s family banquet had reached its liveliest point. Someone started stirring things up and steered the conversation toward the youngest Don of the Fumagalli family, Dante Fumagalli. “Dante, before you came to power, all those old Dons from the major families were falling over themselves to push their daughters at you. Was there ever one you actually wanted?” I stood half a step behind him, and my knuckles turned white around my wine glass. Dante did not answer right away. His gaze swept over me, cool and indifferent, before he turned toward Viviana Lombardi, who still held the crowd’s attention. “I wanted her.” Viviana spun around so fast that wine splashed from her glass onto her wrist. “Then why did you not come when I gave you that hotel key card all those years ago?” The calm on Dante’s face finally cracked. He frowned. “Your key card? Was that not for Enzo Ricci?” “How could it have been for Enzo?” Viviana’s eyes reddened. “He is my first cousin.” One question led to another and the truth emerged. That hotel key card had been handed to the wrong person by a Soldato. Because of that mistake, they had missed each other. Viviana burst into tears on the spot. Regret shadowed Dante’s expression. Just then, someone laughed softly. “What a coincidence. Was the key card really delivered to the wrong person, or did someone make sure it ended up in the wrong hands?” In an instant, every eye in the room turned to me. Everyone remembered me. I was the woman who used to trail after Dante Fumagalli like a lovesick fool. I turned to look at Dante and hoped he would say something for me. I hoped he would tell them we had been secretly married for five years and that he had been the one who pursued me back then. He said nothing. He did not defend me. He did not deny anything. He stared ahead in silence as if none of this had anything to do with him. In that moment, I pulled off the wedding ring I had worn for five years.

" No one wants to kiss chubby cheeks or sleep with a girl covered in rugs," Vince smiled as the corners of his mouth went up in a smirk. " Now get off your high horse and stop fantasizing about my perfect chest," he growled. My name is Perez, but the bullies call me Fatrez because I'm fat, not that I like being fat, their is nothing I can change about it, unless the angels decided to work out a miracle. But everything that has a beginning has an end, I could do the bullying, not that I can't. But the head of bullies is sinfully handsome, he leads as they follow. Always throwing the first comment before the rest come along. Even if he is sinfully handsome, I could never dream of me with him, the fact that am fat, call it obesity and dumb in class with extra front teeth. No one wants such a girl. Even if I was a boy I wouldn't date me. Why would he look at me twice without laughing so hard and crumbling down. The best I can do is disappear and never come back or kill myself to stop the bullies from finding other victims, they would probably die of guilt, that's my plan. But Vince is such an arrogant jerk, he could never crack, let alone feel guilty. I've got to stay alive to pay back, make his life miserable, perhaps I'll sleep at night satisfied that he is suffering because of me. But maybe the bully isn't strong like I thought, is his heart made of stone or it's all a mask to fool the world and make him feel better. His heart bleeds after all and I can injure it.

Isn’t it funny how love works? I have always loved Dreston, and he has always been the one for me—my first love. As a child, I loved him, as a teenager, nothing changed. And now, even as his wife, I still couldn’t love him any less. But he only ever loved Tina—my teenage best friend. She came into our lives and didn’t just take him away from me. She took my happiness, my laughter, and even the girl I used to be. I still remember her words to me: “You knew he was mine, yet you married him.” She made me feel like I was the villain. Maybe I was foolish to believe that love alone would bring him back to me. But nothing changed. He would always love her. I finally gave up the day I signed the divorce papers. I learned to let go, to move on, and to start fresh. And just when I had finally decided to start my life again—just when the universe rewarded me with a man who loved me unconditionally… Dreston came running back. Now he wants a second chance.

Amara Georgia Musk, the 20-year-old granddaughter of the powerful tycoon Elton Musk, has returned to T City after years of being hidden away overseas. Labeled as "the retard" by her own family and sent away to protect the Musk legacy, no one expected her return much less her claim to the empire her late parents left behind. Amara, the daughter of a renowned traditional doctor and a wealthy businessman, carries a secret strength beneath her quiet and misunderstood exterior. But not everyone is pleased with her return. Her cunning adopted uncle, and his ambitious family will do anything to stop her from taking back her rightful place even if it means ending her life. To them, Amara is nothing more than a brainless obstacle standing in the way of power and wealth. Across the city, Zogo Walton, the ruthless 30-year-old CEO and infamous underworld mafia boss, is racing against time. His beloved mother is slowly dying from a rare, mysterious poison, and not even the best doctors can help her. Known for being cold, enigmatic, and allergic to female attention he once punched a woman for trying to cling to him......Zogo makes a desperate public plea. "Whoever can save his mother will be rewarded with unimaginable wealth." When fate throws Amara and Zogo into each other's world, secrets begin to unravel. For Amara it is not who the world thinks she is. Behind her soft gaze and clumsy steps lies a hidden identity......one that may be the key to saving Zogo's mother... and changing the destiny of the Musk family forever. But in a world ruled by greed, betrayal, and power... can a misunderstood girl and a heartless mafia boss survive each other?