A Short Story Novels & Stories

I inquired. Rolling her eyes she quickly ran back up the stairs and returned after a few seconds. “Now can you read me a story?” “Oh, I don’t know Angela” I say, glancing at my watch. “It’s pretty late.” She gave me a sad stare. “Fine, fine.” I say laughing. “But it had better be quick.” “Okay, i’ll go choose a book” she says, running off.

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Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Aunt Stella sat across from me, her low-cut top revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage that drew my eyes like a magnet, no matter how hard I tried to look away. I finished my meal quickly, leaving Mom and Aunt Stella to their lively conversation. Excusing myself, I headed to the bathroom, the clink of dishes and their laughter fading behind me. After relieving myself, I was zipping up my trousers when a hand suddenly wrapped around my cock, sending a jolt of electricity surging through my body. My breath caught, and I looked up to meet Aunt Stella’s gaze. Her eyes burned with a hunger that made my pulse race and my body respond instantly, hardening under her touch.

That was all he said as he took his briefcase and made his way out of the house while I watched him leave helplessly. “I could be good for you.” I whispered in frustration and stomped my feet before clearing the table and dumping them in the sink. I spent the rest of the day as usual, stealing Nick's shirt and hiding it in my room so that I could fuck myself to it at night. When 6 PM struck, I got a text from Mom with a message that had me sighing in despair. Mom: “There's unfortunately too much work. I think I'll be home by midnight. Or in the morning. Take care baby, xoxo.”

It's only seconds, but it felt like I'd been here for days as my whole body began to shake from the intense cold. I'm too weak to speak or beg for help. I simply slumped down against the door and waited for my death. Just when I was about to give up hope, I heard a commotion outside. Desperate for someone to save me, I began banging on the door with all my might. Soon, the door opened, and I saw a man in a well-tailored suit standing in front of the door. I was barely keeping my eyes open; hence, I didn't take in his appearance.

"Did you crawl out of a sewer on the way in? This is a Fortune 500 company, not a bus terminal bathroom." "I had car trouble, Mr. Graham. And then a shoe incident. And then a puddle..." "I don't pay you for your tragic life story, Wanda," he cut in, slamming his tablet onto the desk. "I pay you to function. Bare minimum expectations. Coffee that's hot. Bagels that aren't stale. You failed at both. Congratulations." "I'm sorry, I—"

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.

Chapter 1: The text came on a Tuesday. Hey. I know this is out of nowhere. I’m in a situation with housing, long story, and I’m looking for somewhere short term. A Friend said you had a spare room. Completely understand if not. …Dara Priya read it twice.