Novel & Cerita Best Short Story Collections

Because twenty minutes earlier, while Rafael was still recovering on the couch, I had opened the Concierge app and placed a new order: Second companion. Tall. Heavily built. Tattooed. Rough and nasty. High stamina. No limits. I wanted to be greedy tonight. I had barely finished my second lobster tail when the knock came. My pussy throbbed in anticipation. “Answer the door,” I told Rafael, licking butter from my fingers.

As I open the door, my jaw drops immediately. I mean, I knew I was in a better house than the cabin, but no one prepared me for the grandeur before me. The hallways are long and decorated with manly artistic stuff such as bow collections, weapons, and other collectibles I can never see myself picking up from a shelf. That is a clear indication that it is very unlikely that I will find another female in the vicinity.

They stayed joined together, breathing heavily. He kissed her forehead tenderly, still buried inside her. “Lesson one is complete. Next week, my apartment. No panties allowed. And bring your journal you’ll write exactly how it felt while I fuck you again.” Lila shivered, feeling his cum leak down her thighs. “This is still so wrong… but I already can’t wait for the next lesson.” “Miss Moreau, the library closes in twenty minutes. Meet me in the restricted Victorian literature section. Back corner. Now.”

He just hoped that this was the start of something new, not the end of a potential good relationship… THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE. Hello lovelies. I trust you guys are doing great. So, I decided to finally start this project after putting it off for a year now. This is like a collection of my readers' suggestions and stories. You tell me what you want as the next story, and I write the prompt of the lucky person. So far, I have 20 prompts from my readers from platforms, 19 when you exclude the already uploaded one. Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules.

The summer heat in the suburban house was stifling, even with the AC humming at full blast. Emma sprawled on the living-room couch in her panty shorts—tiny black cotton that hugged her ass like a second skin—and a matching bikini bra that barely contained her full breasts. The fabric was thin, damp with sweat, her nipples faintly visible through the material as she fanned herself with a magazine. Sarah, her roommate, lounged beside her in similar attire, scrolling through N*****x on the big screen. “Horror?” Sarah suggested with a grin. “It’s too hot for anything else need something to give me chills.”

Another part — the dangerous part — wondered what would happen when he finally figured it out. Because there was no hiding it much longer. No turning back. Not anymore. End of story 1

She muttered as she smeared the red lipstick on her curved lips. Clara folded the resignation letter into her purse. Two years of long hours, skipped lunches, and low pay. She would hand it to Dave and tell him everything. The unfair tasks. “Here you go, Mr. Dave, cocksucker! A quick piece of advice for the billionaire who treats his staff poorly, underpays them, and makes them work their asses off for penury. Fuck you, Dave!! I don’t care if I get sued. Here’s my resignation letter, user!!

Liora Vale had always loved the quiet. At twenty-one, she worked the night shift at the old city library. Most people thought the job was boring, but Liora loved being alone with the books after midnight. The tall shelves felt like old friends. One rainy night, while sorting the rare books section, she found a strange leather book hidden behind others. It had no title. When she opened it, the pages glowed softly. Words appeared. Choose a story. Bring him to life. One night only.

My personal cum dumpster. I wore just my pants. My bulge remained very visible as I made my way to the kitchen. I already saw my mother-in-law Laura in the hallway. Before I approached her, Zara started walking towards us. She wore a very short skirt. Her tank top made her boobs point at me. I gulped and averted my eyes immediately. “I’m going to the club. I might return today or tomorrow.” She murmured. Immediately she locked gaze with me, she averted it shyly.

“Bend over the island, Zeeyah.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. She leaned forward, pressing her chest to the cool marble, ass sticking out. Her tiny shorts rode up, barely covering anything. Cole moved behind her first. He hooked his fingers in her shorts and yanked them down to her ankles in one rough pull. “Fuck, look at this ass. So round and soft. Perfect for ruining.” Blaze chuckled low, already palming his cock through his shorts. “Our best friend’s little sister, bent over like a good little slut. Bet he’d lose his mind if he knew.”