Novel & Cerita Best Short Story Collections

The office was dead silent, the kind of stillness that only fell after 9 p.m. on a Friday. Most of the lights on the top floors were off, casting long shadows through the glass panels of Holt Enterprises. Eva Collins stood at the elevator, arms wrapped around a folder that contained the last-minute pitch her boss had demanded before vanishing into his corner office earlier that evening. She hated staying late. But when Grayson Holt said “stay,” you didn’t argue. You obeyed.

His voice, when it comes, is hoarse, full of awe and shattered resistance. “That,” he whispers, “was the best I’ve ever had.”

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

“We need a better story for Christmas.” Maya said it while she was still in bed, phone in one hand, Lila’s leg thrown over hers. Morning light cut across the sheets. The laptop sat closed on the nightstand. The camera was packed away. For once the apartment looked normal. Lila didn’t open her eyes. “We already have a story. Early shifts at the campus library. Overtime. Whatever.” “Dad’s not going to buy overtime through the whole break. He already thinks we’re avoiding them.”

It's soft, lingering, and full of every tomorrow still ahead of us. My father’s blessing still warms my chest like a steady flame. The kingdom is steadier and more hopeful than it has been in years. And here, in the firelight, with the woman I love more than anything and the future we have already begun creating, I know without any doubt that we have found our real fairy tale. Not the flawless, polished version from childhood storybooks, but the honest, passionate, sometimes messy one that chose to step bravely out of the shadows and into the full, bright light of day.

“Hello? Security?” No one answers. Just the hum of the library system and the throb of my own blood in my ears. I’m a quiet girl, the kind who sits in the back of the lecture hall and hopes the professor doesn't call on her, but right now, I want to scream until my lungs burn. I’m trapped. And the South Wing doesn’t just house books, it’s where the elite, the guys with the keys and the reputations, tend to hang out in the private lounges.

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

Shane's hold loosens slightly, and he smiles. "Good. I'd hate to have to kill anyone who got the chance to touch you before I did." Out of all the bunnies, I'm the shyest and quietest. However, I feel like shoving Shane onto the air mattress and having my way with him. Maybe soon, but not while there are so many witnesses. _________________ Bram's P.O.V. I don't like working with incompetent wolf packs, but I need men. It's time those damn bunnies are killed once and for all. Everyone thinks they're a bunch of sweethearts, but I know the truth.

She was going to ask her to assign the story to her. Robert and Stella were in Stella’s office. The two were going through some of the articles submitted by other workers to see which stories would sell. After seeing how successful Robert had been in his last three articles, Stella had considered his opinions important and once in a while sought his advice. “This story by Jenny is good, but we can change its angle a little bit. Focusing on the human angle will make it reach the audience. people love reading about what affects them,” Robert said. “I thought so. That is why I set aside those stories,” Stella said, setting up two cups of coffee for both of them. It was cold outside, and it was

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.