Adventure Stories Short Novels & Stories

Besides getting out of the city, as small as it was, was still a treat. We had a great time swimming, playing and hiking, our hard, youthful bodies tanning in the warmth of the sun. Sitting around the campfire that evening we told jokes and cuddled each other against the cool night air, telling jokes and roasting marshmallows. When it came time to go to bed the four of us had to share one small tent, crowded but cozy. Somehow, I ended up in the middle between Marie and Danny's girlfriend, Deanna. After a bit of talk and laughter we turned out the lantern and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

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.

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. 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! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

"Not even close. But I was determined to leave you be. Until I started getting the letters...." "Letters?" "Aye. The letters from my adoring fans. I never intended to tell the story to the world, but I didn't want it kept entirely to myself either. The handful of people reading gradually became... more than a handful. It turns out we had the kind of story people wanted to read about. And the really invested ones started sending me letters...." Sophie sat mesmerised as she listened to Callum. She had forgotten what a melody his rich Scottish accent was to her ears. He'd always had a knack for storytelling. It didn't surprise her in the slightest to find he'd become an author.

“How about a new story little one? A story with no pitchforks and nobody dying seems better for a walk in the woods, don’t you think? We wouldn’t want you to have nightmares tonight.” “Oh Gran, I’m five and a half now. I can read and everything! I don’t have nightmares anymore. Especially not from stories. They’re just make-believe!” “Some stories are real little one. Today I’ll tell you a true story, about a shy young princess who gathered up all her courage and jumped in the river to float away and hide from a whole pack of werewolves!” “A whole pack of them?” “That’s right.” “Did she know how to swim?”

“Does your story have dragons in it?” “No.” “Huge worms that burst out of the ground and eat people whole?” “No. There was an army of lizardmen, I set their whole camp—” “Boooring. I’ve fought lizardmen flying on giant wasps. Have you?” There was a pause. “No. No giant wasps.” “Do you really think people are going to write ballads about your dull adventures? Nobody wants to sing a song about a princess who went for a ride on her pony. Come back when you have better stories to tell.”

Khanu added. “Bring it on! I am on my safe week. Maybe we can try it bare. What do you say, boys?” She challengingly stated, smiling mischievously. She wanted to tell them earlier, but she was not sure then. Now she wants to try and compare which of the two, covered or bare, is more fun and enjoy the night to all their hearts’ content!

Everyday she woke up hopping to see the world like she once did but every time she was disappointed. With each day that passes, Nora and Philip became close. One stormy night, Nora was trying to make out some words with her Braille book when she felt it. She shrugged her shoulder and continued her reading, she felt it once again as if someone or something was calling out to her. She had mastered the whole house and sometimes wander around the house on her own, sometimes with Philip.

“Oh. Right, Scott. Nice to meet you, too.” Evangeline grew up in a family of avid rock climbers, and had spent many of her childhood years scrambling up crags, constantly pushing her body to its limit. When school ended, it only made sense to share her skills and knowledge at the Adventure Camp. After all, her friends were off with their boyfriends, holidaying out of State.

“One drink. And you stay close to me. No wandering off.” Relief flooded through me as well as something much more dangerous than that. “Thank you.” I’d told my best friend I was exploring for the night. I was supposed to give her the details after I was back, but how could I tell her I met her father at a BDSM club and told him to show me around?