1 Minute Short Stories Novels & Stories

I was left standing alone in the darkness of the night like a clown that no one cared about. I made an appointment for an abortion on my phone. Then, I turned to leave. I'd spent the past 15 years trying and failing to win Benjamin's heart. If that was the case, I didn't want it anymore. It was late at night when I returned to the nearest town. I got a room at a hotel and drifted off into a restless sleep. In the wee hours of the morning, I was jolted awake by the ringing of my phone. My superior at the TV station sounded anxious yet excited. "I heard a 5.3-degree earthquake happened at the old settlement near your location. You need to head there immediately to get the latest scoop!"

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I knew I didn’t look much better. I kept my head down, cheeks burning, but every time our eyes met across the classroom, I saw the fire there, the promise that this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. By the time the final bell rang, my body was still buzzing, my mind distracted. Everyone else was rushing out, but Clara lingered, her bag slung casually over her shoulder. She leaned close, whispering in my ear. “Library. Ten minutes.” And then she was gone, leaving me breathless.

I fear I might actually go insane if she doesn't leave very soon or continue talking. "I also wanted to add some advice about the..." "I'm sorry ma'am but you are going to have to send me a message." I pretended to look at the time on my wrist watch before glancing up at her. "I have another meeting with a client in five minutes and I would like to take the time to digest your suggestions and also prepare." "Ohh, right. Sorry, I didn't realize the time was far gone. Sorry if I took too much of your time, I will send you a message of my other ideas." She smiled, already standing up and clutching her purse.

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I play games on my phone for a couple of hours to ward off the crazy that is starting to fill my mind until my phone finally dies. Claire's died about twenty minutes before mine. I've watched her from the corner of my eye as she's picked at her skirt and blouse. She reminds me of a monkey pulling mites off another monkey, and I have to suppress a laugh.

The captain greets us with a nod and disappears below, leaving us alone. Aragorn leads me to a thick white cushions on wide loungers. A low table with chilled white wine, strawberries, a bowl of ice. He pours two glasses, hands me one. “To seeing each other,” he says. I clink. “To that.” We sit side by side, legs dangling, watching the city shrink. He tells me stories about him sneaking out at sixteen to a concert in the old quarter, getting recognized anyway because some girl screamed his name during the encore. I tell him about the time I accidentally dyed an entire batch of white roses blue because I mixed up dye packets. We laugh.

What the fuck was she thinking? “Can you give me ten minutes?” I interrupted the person speaking and he stared at me in confusion. “I have a little headache, I'll take some medication and get back to you in ten minutes tops,” I explained and without waiting for him to agree, I turned the projector off. It was insane to see how much she affected me. I did let her affect me so badly; I wasn't surprised, but it still stung. I rubbed the sides of my temples in annoyance when the door opened and my oh my, my slutty secretary finally showed up.

BEFORE YOU READ You have ten seconds to run. Tropes: Forced proximity, size difference, breeding kink, and primal chase play. This story features a fugitive criminal fueled by adrenaline and testosterone invading your safe space. Expect dirty talk, roughness, and intense possessiveness. (***) Belle I never should have opened the door to fear. Or maybe, deep down, I was always waiting for it.

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