300-word Short Story Novels & Stories

I'm twenty-three, 5'5" with shoulder-length golden brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm not bad to look at in my opinion, but when all the eligible bachelors are men you've grown up with, it kind of decreases the options in the dating pool. Only thirty minutes left until I can go home. Wait, why am I in a rush to go home? There's nothing there but me and an empty apartment. People say you don't need a man to be happy, but it would be nice not to feel so lonely. My brother is married with a daughter and a son on the way. I want to be as happy as he and his wife are. Is that too much to ask? During the day, I work as a nurse in the surgery center, one town over. When I landed that job a few months a

None of us spoke a word; silence hovered around for a moment until he broke it. "My love, I'm going on a business trip in three days," he said. I almost rolled my eyes at his obvious lie. "Alpha Micah is having some issues. He said there have been some rogue sightings at his pack's border lately, and he wants me to come over and see if... " I tuned out whatever he was saying because I knew he wasn't going on any business trip; he was only going to keep his sick mistress company. "...not so long. Can you cope without me for three days?" he asked. I didn't listen to everything he said, but I nodded anyway.

I added, breathing every word. Her eyes misted, her lips trembling. She glanced down, then ran her tongue against her lips. Her lips instantly went wet, and I leaned closer. Lowered my lips to hers. Just an inch away. Those amber eyes captured mine. She didn't move. “Just say the word,” I breathed again. We remained in that position. She didn't say a word. She didn't move forward. Instead her pupils danced in her eyes. Tears slid down her cheeks, her lips trembling.

"Those who're heartless once cared too much. Did you read that quote? I shook my head, knowing I wasn't going to win. "All the best to you and your story name 'LOVING A MAFIA.'" "Thank you. The author is going to write my fate and my story by the end of this month. Until then, bye from your story." "I'm going to miss you." "Me too." . Third Person’s POV .

I said. "Yes what?" He asked. "Yes, I would love to marry you." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So guys! I hope you enjoyed this story! I know a lot happened and I know I left a lot of details, but keep in mind that I have written this story when I was 15 or so and my ideas where...kind of bad. Anyways, thanks to all who have read and kept up with this story! it really means a lot <3 Love, D. Word count: 1201

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

AUTHOR'S NOTE Yay! We are finally at the middle of the story and we have 30 more chapters to go. I'm excited!. For all of you who have kept reading, I sincerely appreciate your huge effort, thanks for staying by this writer. I love you very much. All chapters are 1k words to 1 200words. I made this chapters like this so it would be easier for you to unlock them with less coins, in case short chapters don't really interest you. You can just bear with me.

“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 look you over, my eyes lingering on your body, assessing. A slow smirk plays on my lips as I lean against the desk, crossing my legs. “Hello yourself. You’re here for the writing job, aren’t you? Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes. Or maybe you’re just here to waste my time.” My gaze is intense, unblinking, as if I’m already deciding your fate. ( you hand over a file containing a CV and a short story ..it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper)

Hi there reader, thank you so much for reading this short story. I hope you enjoyed it! Please leave me a review, and if you liked My Husband’s Regret, Not My Problem, then check out my other works. Bye for now.