Novel & Cerita Any Story

I had chosen a small town in southern Italor, a place where Mom had lived as a young girl. Mom often told me stories about this place when I was little. She'd tell me about the white houses surrounded by lemon trees, an azure coastline, and the peace of church bells echoing through the mountains at dusk. After Mom passed away, Dad had wanted to bring me here to settle down, but he was always too tied up with the family business to make it happen. Now, I had come on their behalf. I rented a small apartment facing the sea, with its white walls slightly warmed by the sun. On the windowsill sat a pot of blooming bougainvilleas.

I replied quietly, gently supporting his head as I buried my nose in his hair. "Because that would mean I have to be sorry that your smell intoxicated me." I chuckled lightly. "You shouldn't-" "How about you finish the story first? Leave what I should do to me." I smiled. "Well, the story ends with someone dying."

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

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.

I just started a new story you will all be interested in. Title is, "You Are Mine, Little Sister." You can check for it. Happy reading!

At first, I found it funny—how could a grown adult get stuck under a bed? But after gently trying to move, I found that the more I struggled, the tighter I was stuck. My arm was pressed under my body, and I could not use any strength at all. I immediately took out my phone and called Shen Zeyan, but he was in an important high-level project meeting. The call was hung up, and he only sent a short message: In a meeting. Contact you later.

I wasn't in the mood to keep going in their riddles. I was still glad and wanted to give them the news of the anonymous person who donated blood for Hope, without asking for anything in return. “Whatever,” I whispered, trying to walk out when Alana's voice boomed. “Don’t you care to know who was the subject of our conversation?” she questioned with a voice full of energy. “I don't think it's important,” I replied, rolling my eyes in frustration. “It’s about the paternity of your son,” I felt my heart skip a bit, as I halted my movement.

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! 🖋️📚💬

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