Novel & Cerita Anr Stories

"Naragasa is dead. I killed him. I am the Chief of the Blood Bird. Anarungu the Great Ara. And we are fighting back of our own free will." She laughed madly. "Your beak will be cut out very soon, birdy. I feel so sorry for you, child. You are so exuberant, I'm sure you are beautiful when mated." Khaleana lowered her eyes to his groin. "But who needs you like this when your pouch is empty and can't give birth to new fighters." He remained silent. Anarungu didn't want to reveal the whole truth to his enemy. Not even the one who was his prisoner.

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.

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Since parking was tough, the company had provided several vans to haul everyone there, rather than people taking separate cars. I pretended to wake up as Annie walked over to me. She was still tipsy, if not drunk, and I decided to see if she would confess anything. "Anything happen while I was asleep?" "Not really, sweetie," she said. "Any more top-snatching?" I pressed. "Why?" she asked teasingly. "Would you want to hear about it?" "Maybe," I replied, although the way she was taking the conversation, I came off sounding more enthusiastic than I did.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

With Myra’s deeply-controlled life, she had only Sierra and their other two friends, mostly Sierra. “I won’t tell Uncle Fred,” she whispered, puckering her lips as she teased her stepsister about her newfound relationship. Hart put an arm around Myra’s waist, although he didn’t say a word. So, what was there to do now? Would Angelo find them as they were here? Myra reflected silently, engrossing herself in a game of Bejeweled. Right now, she couldn’t be bothered much about Jake’s whereabouts or what he did with the unknown girl. It wasn’t her problem. She understood that first loves typically didn’t work out, although sometimes, thinking about Jake upset her.

ARIA'S POV It was the end of the world. They had fired their nukes first at us, then claimed it was some malfunction. But their ‘carelessness’ cost the country five million people and half of Los Angeles. So we responded how we knew best–we fired ours. That night still remains engraved on the back of my mind. I had slept tired from the stress of the day only to wake to the sound of sirens and screams. The sky flashed with an array of light one would stand awing at.

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He was spacing out with a somber expression. Anderson quietly turned to Suit, waiting for the demon to state his question. “Never mind. I already have my answer. Besides, like you said. It doesn’t matter. She’s already burning in hell anyways. So, shall we begin the next story? I believe you’ve rested enough?” Anderson nodded his head, ignoring the bit about Miss. Agnes burning in hell. He did not exactly care. That story was over. The kids were fine and made something of themselves. No matter what, he would most likely choose the same path. He could not guarantee a different approach would work. Most important, the story was over, and he was moving on.

They ate the food in silence. After eating, they moved to the living room debating on which movie to watch. "Let's watch Lion King" nafisa suggested . "And why? "Khadija questioned. "Do I look like a baby to you "she added. Nafisa dropped the topic of watching cartoons before her cousin would take it far, they decided on watching The Meg which nafisa found weird . She doesn't like action or romantic movies, she would rather watch cartoon for the rest of her life. The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes.