10 Stories Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 The bookstore smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, the way it always did on event nights. Elena Reyes stood at the front of the packed reading room, microphone in hand, watching twenty kids and their parents lean forward as she finished the last chapter of the bedtime story. Laughter rippled through the crowd. A little girl in the front row clapped so hard her pigtails bounced. Then her phone buzzed on the podium. Once. Twice. Three times. She ignored it until the applause died down. Only then did she glance at the screen.

I was definitely putting the cart before the horse. As soon as I dropped Charlie off at Middle School Wednesday morning I headed home. My heart was already beating a little faster thinking about lunchtime. Sandy was coming over! I'll admit I didn't get a lot done on what I was working on, although it was definitely better than that horrid manual had been. This was an anthology of short stories from an independent publishing house that I'd worked for before, with all the authors under twenty-four years old. The clock seemingly was moving at a glacial pace, but eventually my phone chimed.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

Cassandra gasps as Willy, one of the oldest here, tells stories of his glory days. “Ask him how many ribs he’s missing,” I whisper to her, and her eyes widen in shock. “Four,” Willy says and holds up as many fingers. “Had them punched clean out of me.” “You’re lying,” she says with a laugh, and the sound of it heats my body from the inside out. “I’d never lie to a pretty woman,” Willy says, and his best friend George scoffs. “That’s the first person you’re lying to,” George says. “Don’t believe a word he says. But if you want to talk about real injuries, let me tell you about the time I dislocated both my hips and still won my fight.”

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I raised her skirt up to her waist, ripping her thong off. "That's the tenth one this week." She muttered but I heard her. "I'll get you new ones." I growled, parting her thighs and pulling out my erected cock from my pants. I held it in my hand as I positioned myself at her entrance. "Lucain." She called out in a warning tone but I didn't acknowledge her. I dragged my cock from her inner thighs back to her entrance before pushing in little by little. "Fuck!" I gritted. How is she tight all the time?

It made my clit throb thinking about how those bars would rub inside my pussy. Nine was the biggest so far, a true monster, over ten inches and thick as my wrist. I could barely get my hands around it. I licked it like a popsicle, long, slow strokes from base to tip, then tried to suck the head. My mouth stretched so wide I thought my jaw would pop, and I only got a few inches in before I had to pull back, gasping and drooling everywhere.

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

"Oh, your cheek doesn't look as bad as I thought." "Really? Thank the heavens. Do you think Aunt Autumn will notice?" "Probably not. Is she gonna be home today?" "I don't think so. She usually comes home after two days or more." "Then do you wanna stay over?" "That's pretty sudden. Why the invite?" He scratched the back of his head and avoided eye contact. "I thought I should probably tell you about the guy from earlier." He said. "It's gonna be a long story, so..." "...What?"

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.