1 Minute Short Stories Novels & Stories

he ordered, his voice rough and commanding while his fingers curled inside me, hitting a spot that made my eyes roll back. “Right now. Tell me your best mile time.” I could barely think straight, my pussy still pulsing around his fingers, fresh slick dripping down his hand. “Coach… I can’t… it feels too good.” “Say it,” he growled, thrusting his fingers faster, the wet squelching sounds loud in the empty room. “Or I stop.” My voice came out shaky and broken between moans. “Four… four minutes fifty two seconds… oh fuck…” “Good girl. Now you're two miles better.”

“How long?” Mr Chanda laughed. “Thirty minutes.” “Great!” She said with one hand tied into a fist to warm up her fighting spirit. “I got this.” “Yes you got this,” Mr Chanda echoed her words with a reassuring smile. “Finish up and head upstairs.” “Yes boss.” Natasha answered enthusiastically.

I never thought a stupid prank by my so-called friends would change everything. It was supposed to be harmless. A silly dare during a weekend hangout at my house while Mom was away visiting her sister. They tied my wrists with fuzzy handcuffs to the headboard, spread my legs with soft ropes to the bedposts, and left me in nothing but a tiny tank top and no panties. “Just for ten minutes,” they laughed, snapping pictures before running downstairs to “hide” and wait for my reaction.

Allie Saturday morning, 7:00 AM. The time when it all happened. It happened so fast that I didn't even have time to process what was happening, what was happening to me at that very moment. I get out of bed with difficulty and sit up, I rest my hand on my chest and cough in desperation as I struggle against my lungs to be able to breathe, it's not anxiety, it's my illness acting against me, doing its thing. Mom comes running into my room and talks to me but I don't hear her, all my senses are focused on finding more oxygen so I can breathe but despite my attempts I can't do it, it's all in vain.

This conclusion now roused Zamin from his sleep. "Zamin!" Madiha's voice was urgent as she tried to wake him, even shaking his head slightly. "Ma.. Madiha...?" Zamin mumbled groggily, looking at Madiha who appeared very serious. He then glanced at the wall clock to check the time – it was almost 1 am. "What's wrong?" Zamin's sleepiness faded as he became fully awake. "Was that girl aunt Iman, the one whom uncle Dabir loved?" Madiha's voice was soft, as if she feared being overheard in their locked room.

By the time the five minutes dragged to an end I was breathing fast, my cock leaking into my shorts, so hard it fucking ached. I climbed off him, legs trembling, and sat back in the middle. My head was spinning. Dylan didn’t even give me a second to catch my breath. “Your turn, Danny. Truth or dare?” “Dare,” I whispered, my voice barely there. I don’t know why I kept picking it. Maybe because part of me wanted this to keep going. Dylan’s eyes lit up. “Let me make out with you for thirty minutes. Right now.” Kylan’s head snapped toward him. “Dude, what the fuck? That’s too far. We’re not—”

I sent a message to my subordinate, Justin. "Bring a team to Argon City's Summit View Hospital. System maintenance." "Understood." The system, which had been running smoothly just seconds ago, instantly crashed across the board. No one could log in. No one could alter a single record. I let out a cold laugh. Edward's dirty little secrets? I'd expose them myself. I picked up my bag and walked into the hospital lobby. The security guard at the entrance was the first to spot me. He pulled out his baton, ready to drive me away.

I shouted until my throat tore raw, but the only thing that answered me was dead silence. The clock on the wall ticked on. Eight minutes left until the expected explosion. Heat began to rise through the floor beneath my feet. The energy from below was already pushing through the insulation. I stared at the cuffs around my wrists and pulled with everything I had. Skin split. Blood ran down into my sleeves. I couldn't feel the pain anymore, just a hollow, sinking dread. Were 30 thousand people really about to die because of one selfish woman?

A woman with a smart appearance came out with a stack of resumes and said loudly, "When you hear your names, come in directly. The memorization and performance cannot last more than eight minutes. Guard your time." Then, the first actor was called into the room, and the atmosphere instantly became tense. There were a total of sixteen actors who came to the audition. Each person had eight minutes, so it would take more than two hours. But in reality, everyone's audition time was shorter than eight minutes. Chelsea tensed up, ready to be called at any time, but until there were only two actors left outside, she was not called. After the other actor left, she was the only one left there. Howeve

“Just allowing momentary personality leaks.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She didn’t respond. But her smile, small, real, fleeting, was all the reply he needed. Later that evening, they played a game Joy called “Quickfire Honesty.” The rules were simple: ten random questions, ten seconds to answer each. No overthinking. Just say the first thing that comes to mind. “Favorite meal?” she asked, glancing at her watch to count down. “Anything with noodles,” Juda replied without hesitation.