300-word Short Story 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!"

I smiled to myself as I took it all in. It was at this point that I spotted the trio on the far left. There was a 50-ish portly man who was standing at the bar, gesturing wildly as he told some sort of story to a blonde woman and a dark haired man standing next to her. The two listeners appeared to be in their 30's and were very interested in whatever the older man was saying. I also noticed that the dark haired man was moving ever so slowly closer to the blonde as the story progressed. Every so often the blonde would become aware of his closeness and move away from him and toward the older man. I smiled at myself again. This looked like it could get interesting.

I slumped against him and he held me gently, nothing like the man who had slammed my head against the wall minutes ago. “You good, kitten?” He asked softly and I wanted to speak but I couldn't so I nodded instead. “Why didn't you say the safe word?” “Because I wanted it.” I whispered, my lips curving into a wide smile even though my ass and legs were crying out in pain and soreness. But this was who I was. A masochist who lived and breathed pain. “Come on, let's get you washed up.” He muttered, picking me up and I clung to him.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

She kisses me back with shy eagerness. The End (or is it only the beginning?) That is it for my short story about Lilly and Mr. Storm. I hope that you liked to read it as much as I liked to write it.

Hey everyone, this update is to bring some sad news. I will no longer be updating this story here as I feel as an author it is too expensive for the readers. I like making my chapters at least 3k words because I pack a lot into one chapter and I am unable to do that with a word limit of 1500-2k (to keep my chapters affordable I need to keep them between that word count).

Title: "Beyond the Woods: A Tale of Unexpected Love" Word count: 2,098 Once upon a time, in a world where fairy tales mingled with reality, there lived a young woman named Little Headhood. She was known for her vibrant red cloak, which she wore as she ventured through the enchanted woods, delivering treats to her grandmother.

"The writer expresses his writing in a long-winded way. In fact, why doesn't Farhan just say it right away if he loves Risa, and vice versa. I think with a plot like this, readers will feel bored with the story revolving in the same place. Ten years isn't a short time. If not in words, Farhan can do it in deeds. If it's neither, then we can conclude that Farhan doesn't love Risa." Hearing Cassandra's answer, Ms. Viona's face immediately turned red. "Okay, then all of you please make a short story of three sheets of paper. I want to see how good you are at crafting diction and narrating with a plot of your own." "Huuu!" The entire classroom shouted. Cassandra sat back in her seat. She cast he

Hello beautiful readers, It's actually a very long journey, but see who's not giving up. Yep! That's me! The journey of a thousand miles, will sopn come to an end. And guess who's happy! That's me! I actually cannot wait to finish this book. On to 200k word count. Wish me luck, and drop a thumbs up and a vote if you've been feeling my story. And from the bottom of my heart, thanks for staying. Love love love you all. Muah!