A Short Story Novels & Stories

I walked close to the shelf, reaching my hand up to grab the packet but my hand didn't reach it. "Fuck being short!" I grunted getting on my tippy toes but my hand didn't even graze the packet. I guess I will have to jump, I jumped up and this time my hand grazed the packet but it only pushed it more away from me. Just as I was about to give you and just settle for the ice cream alone, a rigid warm body pressed me into the counter. I closed my eyes as I could literally feel every hard abs of his on my back.

I was only wearing a thin tank top and sleep shorts, everything else was still burning in my apartment. “You’re lucky I got to you when I did,” he said, his voice getting rougher. His fingers brushed the edge of my shorts, teasing. “Let me make sure you’re really okay.” “ Brock… what are you…” My words cut off in a gasp as his thick fingers pushed under my shorts and found my panties. I was already wet. Whether from fear or the way this massive firefighter was touching me, I didn’t know. “Shh,” he growled softly, leaning closer. “Just relax. I need to check everything.”

he panted, trying to get his breathing back to normal. ‎ ‎"Really? I've thought about taking your gym shorts off every morning when you walk past my house, but I could not bring myself to do or say anything" I whispered to his lips as he kissed me again. ‎ ‎"Well that makes two of us. I guess we could thank the heat wave, yeah" he added inbetween kisses. ‎

At the sight of them, I felt myself suck in a sharp breath and sway forward. "Ahem—! I know you guys have been married for less than 2 weeks but please remember that you both are still in company and this is still Pakistan—!" I heard some lady help me break out of my trance but it wasn't enough to help me get a grip on my senses. Without waiting to hear the end of their castigation, Hoor slipped out of my loosened hold with an excuse me, leaving me to stare after her momentarily, until I managed to get away too.

Alfi asked. "Hey, it”s a part of the story. It”s called filler, a short story that doesn’t relate to the main story. Then why did I put it? It”s because I had no idea what to write, so to avoid the reader”s bad review for me slacking off, I decided to put Kiki”s story to attract them." I explained "But why his story? I would agree if it were Herman”s or Kartika”s. Anyway, it”s a comedy fantasy story, right? We just don”t need such an inferior story!" Alfi exclaimed.

I understand. "The one you wrote is called Love Story. Why did I say that it's a love story? It's because it didn't have any happy ending. Love Story is a Subgenre of Romance. It's a kind of genre with a different story point and goal to achieve something love is at stake, then it has a cruel ending at the end. Love Story shows the couple's growth and challenges in their life, which complicating with affairs." He explains, and then he sits down while staring at me. I nod at him, and it's my loss.

Shaking my head from the thoughts, I focused back onto the task. My wolf was glad to be out, shaking out her coat in relaxation. I hadn't shuafted in just under a week. Being in wolf form gave off my scent more, but my travel had been slow recently, the storm had slowed me down even further. I needed to make a quick kill so that I could keep moving. Refocusing on the task of hunting I lowered my snout to the ground. Constantly scenting the area for possible prey. I latched onto a small scent that faintly crossed my nose. A few more deep sniffs of the trail and I knew what lay ahead. A rabbit.

He laugh. “I love you,” he says as he held my chin to make me look at him. He kissed my lips that made me smile. *** After 1 week of editing, I’m finally done with my novel. I contacted the publishing house immediately to send my whole novel to them. My novel is not that long, so my editing process didn’t take too long, plus I focused on that in order not to waste the day. The novel has 52 chapters including the prologue and epilogue.

Kitty sneaks in. Once under the stream of searing water, I let them fall freely. The tears feel cool on my skin under the heat of the shower. I realize I'm acting like a fool. This isn't love-hell, it's not even friendship-it is just unadulterated lust. I hadn't planned to let my heart get involved, but I've never been a girl who can have casual sex.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”