Adjective Stories Novels & Stories

Enjoy! 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!

Cliques had been established already and I couldn't break in . At first, the other kids weren't always mean . They didn't call me names . They didn't bully me . It all started to get worse in the month of November when Ms. Adams , my teacher asked us to write about our favorite thing in the world . I wrote my favorite thing to be the ability to see the midnight black sky with the shinny stars . It was a whole three page essay mixed with lots of emotions but the other kids considered it nonsense . While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me .

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.

That’s like a novella’s worth of rejected ideas! I'm submitting my application right now for a Literary Achievement Award (self-given, naturally). It might just be a cheap plastic trophy I buy myself, but I think I deserve it! What do you guys think? Am I right? Say yes! Anyway, thank you, thank you, thank you again for the love, the patience, and for taking this journey with me. It’s been wild, it’s been long, and it’s been incredibly rewarding because of you. I’m going to take a small, well-deserved nap, but I’ll be back with new stories and new characters to obsess over soon enough.

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?”

EMMA My body was still trembling, thighs slick with our mixed juices, when Sarah lifted herself off me. Her face glistened with my cum, lips swollen and shiny. I lay there on the couch, naked and panting, my perky tits heaving, my shaved pussy still pulsing and leaking from the intense orgasm she’d just given me. Jake stood beside us, his thick cock still half-hard, glistening with the last drops of his own release. The sight of his cum streaking across Mom’s ass and my thighs made my clit throb all over again.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

That was her weak point and he knew it but he decided to be using it against her. To use a word to define him, she will definitely go for romantic. Since the day he told her about his love for her, he has been nothing but caring and romantic toward her. With a smile plastered on her face, she turned facing his hard chest. " About a guy who stole my heart and doesn't want to return it" She confessed. He lets out a hearty laugh."I think I know this guy but he did it for a reason." He told her and as a result of that, she cuddled more into his arms. They felt just like home.

Really, Alain didn’t understand what his best friend’s question meant. Realizing that the innocent man didn’t understand what she meant, Brielle turned her body to face Alain, then started to speak seriously, “That’s the classic way, Al. In line with: ‘You are similar to someone who always appears in my dreams,' or ‘Have we met before? Your face is familiar to me.’ I didn’t expect a famous painter like him to use that ancient method to flirt with you.” Alain blinked slowly as he tried to comprehend the series of explanations from his best friend.

I'm so glad you all enjoyed this story! 💖 As an adventurous writer, I'm excited to try something new—and I’d love your input! ✨ I have two stories in the works, but I can only write one at a time: Vampire Book A WEREWOLF BOOK These stories don’t follow the usual popular tropes, but I truly believe you’ll enjoy them just as much (if not more!). Please let me know which one you'd love to read first. Your feedback means everything to me! 🖋️📚💬