Ar-stories Novels & Stories

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

"I hope I see you come to our cafe again, sir." "Please don't call me that." "Then what do I call you?" "Black. My name is Black." "I'm Alabaster, but you can just call me Al. I'll see you around then, Black." "Right. Goodbye." After Al left, I paid for the chips and met up with Crimson outside of the convenience store. He saw me and we headed back to his apartment. When we got back, Scarlet was already done showering and the food was already there with her.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

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 was powerless, a legend stripped of her myth. I slowly closed the book and placed it on a nearby table, my movements deliberate. I looked up at the three students watching me, they had expressions of curiosity and anticipation. “So?” Janet asked, breaking the silence. Her purple hair seemed to glow in the library’s dim light. “What do you think? It’s a crazy story, right?” I forced a small, thoughtful smile. “It’s… incredible,” I said, choosing my words with care. “It feels so real, like you could almost believe it happened. This human who supposedly wrote it… Elias. What do people know about him?”

Private room in the back. A second message came in. Tara: Al is fine. Ate half a garlic knot. Wants pizza. Then a third. Arsen: We have seventeen questions and one nervous breakdown scheduled. I typed back. Me: Cancel both. Not in public. Arsen: Fascism. Me: Correct. Tara: He said their faces looked familiar, didn’t he? I stared at the screen. Damn them. I didn’t answer. Another message appeared. Tara: Ara.

I opened a flower shop, determined to make it on my own, but it was overwhelming. The customers were demanding, the competition was fierce, my parents were disappointed, and then, there was Mr. Cobb... He was my dad's business partner. He said he would settle my debts if I… If I became his mistress. I fought it, I really did. However, seeing my dad grovel to the debt collectors, watching my mom losing hair from stress, I caved. I thought I could just close my eyes and get through it. It wasn't until that day, standing at the art gallery's entrance, that I saw you again.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

Holla Arhhhhgh what happened last night?? My head hurts and I'm feeling like throwing up. My mouth feels dry and why is my hair like a bird's nest? Ohh yeah I was rejected by my mate. A pain so great engulfed me and I fell to the floor, how could archer? we're mates and I still don't understand why he'll not give us a chance, did the moon goddess make a mistake pairing us? My father can be very strict and even takes my freedom but I do not believe he killed anyone,

"No, you can't go down the stairs. You're still weak. It's a long way down and you might--Ari!" It's funny. One minute I'm on top of a step until I am not anymore. It's a good thing that I'm already near the landing. Because then, it isn't a far fall. Well that, and the fact that Seb might be Superman. In very little time, he has managed to spring close enough to get in front of me, breaking my fall with his body.