Best Short Novels Novels & Stories

A gift for all my slow romance erotica lovers, a short story from: dividing and conquering the professor I,II,III Lily's POV With my tongue tucked in my cheeks, I press the new toy against my pussy wall and the strong vibration causes my body to shake. “Ahh…” the small whimper that slips out, bounces off the bathroom wall. Biting my lips and pressing my thighs together only makes my moans come out louder. It's been too long since I got fucked, too long that a vibrator feels like paradise to me at the moment.

he ordered softly. Her lashes fluttered, and when her eyes met his, she fell into the storm of his gaze. It wasn’t just color. It was movement, like a tide pulling her under. He pressed his mouth to hers, finally, and the world split open. It wasn’t a soft kiss. It was hot, deep, consuming. His tongue claimed her mouth like he had every right to. She moaned against him, her hands sliding up to his chest without thinking. The fabric of his suit felt alive, warming under her touch.

He whispered and as soon as I came hard on his cock, I felt his cum in my walls. My pussy clenched tight, milking every single drop of cum as he let out a guttural groan. He finally collapsed into the bed and to my fucking surprise, pulled me into his arms. “Goodnight baby.” He whispered and my heart soared as I stayed in his arms for a while. Only when I was sure he was already fast asleep did I sneak out of the room and stumble back to my room with shaky legs. That was the best fucking thing that could have ever happened to me. And I didn't feel guilty about it. Not one fucking bit.

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a

It was called ‘brief writing’. Brief writing is nothing but a conversational summary of every other bestseller that made it to the public. If one is not interested in reading the whole book, he/ she can opt to read the brief writing and bam! He’d be conversant about the three-hundred-page novel enough to not only talk about it in public but also put forward an opinion. For many busy Alphas like me–it is nothing less than pure magic. In less than twenty-five pages, it instils confidence alongside quotation and so I have been surviving in the ‘society; with my envious intellect.

I've never read any of them. It was only after he spoke that I realize he was behind me. I thought he was still sitting on the bed. I run my hands over the book, my eyes catching the titles, A fresh Start, For Mbatha and Rebecca, Agony in get voice, Felicia, The betrayal, for better for worse, Evbu my love... I pulled Evbu, my love out. It's actually my best pacesetter novel. I flipped through the pages and sniffed it.

THEY DRUGGED ME AND RUNAWAY, SO I CALLED MY STEPBROTHER. Chapter 1 I sat alone in the quiet corner of the library, my nose buried in my textbook, flipping pages with the precision of someone who knew she was untouchable. As the top student, I didn't have time for distractions, especially not from idiots like Lexi and Ferd. But there they were, sauntering over like they owned the place, their bodies blocking my path as I tried to ignore them.

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

The circle was drawn in Himalayan salt and crushed pomegranate seeds, the air thick with the scent of burnt honey and Ava's desperation. She wasn't praying; she was bargaining. Her knife, usually an extension of her will, felt heavy and dull in her hand. The critics' words echoed, derivative, lacking fire, safe, carved deeper wounds than any blade. Michelin stars felt like distant, dying embers. Inspiration had deserted her like a fickle lover. So, she turned to the unconventional section of her grandmother's grimoire, the one bound in suspiciously soft, warm leather. Incubus Minor: For Creative Ignition. Price: Nights of Service.

“Pretty much all my life. Hell, I don’t even like to drive in them. I’ll pull over on the side of the road and wait it out.” There was a growing silence between them, but I looked into Remy’s eyes. They were sympathetic yet deep, soulful brown eyes that sparkled behind his glasses. I hadn’t noticed that before. A loud boom shook the windows, and I pulled the covers up to my neck. “What would Nathan do when it stormed?” I smiled. “He’d wrap his legs around me and hold me.” I giggled as I thought about Nathan’s dick usually poking me in the ass and one thing leading to another.