10 Novels & Stories

The bench creaked slightly under us as he sat beside me, close enough that our thighs touched. His arm reached around me to adjust my posture just a little, and his voice lowered as he spoke. “Relax your hands,” he said. “Don’t hold tension in your fingers.” I let out a nervous laugh. “They’re shaking.” He chuckled, guiding my right hand gently. “Here. These are the home keys. Middle C, and the rest follow.” His fingers ghosted over mine, pressing them lightly onto the cool keys. “Like this?” He nodded. “Good. Now - press.”

a mocking voice echoes down the hall, loud and confident, dripping with irony. “You bastard… you killed my father!” Mark yells, sprinting like a beast, his eyes bloodshot with darkness. “Eh, eh… I don’t think so,” Logan lifts an AK-47 from the ground. It’s dirty, rusty, but on the gas pistons, you can just make out a black “5” with smoke curling from it. For some reason, Mark sees it too. He freezes mid-step, and Sam doesn’t move either. I can’t comprehend anything.

Six-three, maybe two-twenty. ‘Six-two, two-ten, and he belongs to me,’ says Teri, locking arms with me, reinforcing her claim. Gloria chides Teri, ‘Girl, why are you sucking on bananas when the top banana is at your fingertips. C’mon girl. Show us how you do it.’

She saw his gaze and smiled enigmatically. She probably thinks I'm a pervert. The ground beneath them shook. Matilda nearly fell, but Adam caught her, his hand brushing against her right breast, seemingly by accident. He held her close as debris from small buildings rained down around them. "This is the fifth earthquake in the past ten days," Matilda said, glancing up at the sky where flocks of birds scattered in all directions. Adam, however, was focused only on her breasts, trying to make out the outline of her nipple through the thin fabric. His index finger moved slightly, perhaps intending to reach and find it, but Matilda swatted his hand away.

Lush’s POV A small white label on the top bore my name in simple, block letters: *LUSH*. There was no return address, no shipping barcode, and no postage stamp. It had been hand-delivered, bypassed the outer security checkpoints, and deposited straight into the heart of Alexander’s sanctuary.

Follower 4: "Bitch you're DEAD if Bishop finds out. For real." Follower 5: "Are you safe? Should we call the police??" Follower 6: "Send pictures! PROVE everything right now!" Follower 7: "Do you know where the bodies are??" Follower 8: "This is crazy... you're so brave. But like, you're gonna get caught. Be careful!" Follower 9: "LOL, you're lying. You just want attention. Go live or STFU." Follower 10:

Which he never will and I will be that girl that is obsessed with a guy that doesn't want her. Because I can tell, any woman who has had Max... can't easily walk away. *** Max A week later Rolling up the blueprints to the new hotel in New Jersey, my phone vibrates. "If you'll excuse me?" I hold my phone up to the client and take a step outside. "'Sup little brother?" "Hey, I'm having a party this weekend. Can you come?" he asks hopeful. "You don't want me there, I'll cramp your style," I laugh. Beau is the star of the family. Quarterback of the Tennessee College football team and is very popular in our parts.

Password: Enter37 There was a name tag with a safety pin that read, “Romeo.” Luke took the name tag and pinned it to his suit pocket. They arrived at an elevator door and Madam turned around to address Luke, “This is your last chance to turn back. If you enter this elevator, you will officially become a member of the Collective. You will then be addressed by the name we have assigned to you. Upstairs, you may come across people you may already know. Understand that you can not disclose them to the outside world for they will be protecting your identity just like you will be protecting theirs. Rules of the Collective, you must uphold at all times. Do you wish to proceed out of your own free w

“Don’t worry, I will fuck that rigidity and shyness out of your tiny pussy. I look forward to see what you will turn into in bed.” With he finally undressing himself, I suddenly spot a tattoo right below his navel. It’s an Eastern script, meaning “fortune” and “fate”. It looks exactly like the one that my cohort told me about, the one that she warned me of. I freeze. “Are you OK? Are you ready to do this right now?” Kent checks with me. I inhales deeply, and then look up to him to tell him that I just changed my mind: “No, Kent. I can’t sleep with you now.”

"Mr. Cohen, one unit is $1 million, so 100 units is $100 million. Are you sure?" Alex raised his hand to signal for Josie to calm down and wrote another figure behind the number. He then said to Zachary, "Your turn. No matter how you add it, even if you just add a zero between your two 1’s and change it to 101 units, I’ll add another zero to buy 1,000 units. Do you still dare to continue?"