Brightside Stories Novels & Stories

There's a small drawer beside the bed, where his iPhone laid on, same as his wristwatch and some girly wristbands. She felt her hands shaking and knees going weak, but she tried to be strong. She had to do this, or the trouble upon her family would only go up a notch. Charlotte could be mean and she wasn't ready to have her as an enemy. Getting out of the shower, Brian directly made his way to his room, without even paying any heed to Emma's existence. It's like he has already forgotten that she was in his room a few minutes ago. Droplet of water stream down from his damped hair and tracing down to his abs. His face and skin slightly flushed from the touch of warm water to his body.

Third Person POV “Woah!! Congratulation my adopted baby!” Manager Clea shouted in celebration as Brianne entered my tent after finally shooting the finale scene while wiping my tears and my reddish eyes. “Congratulation~,” She said in a tone as she walk towards me with a cupcake with a candle on top of it and even the other staff inside the tent start to clap. “Thank you.” She said and blow the candlelight and hugged Manager Clea. “The cake is a bit late so, I just improvise.” She said that made everyone laugh as we separate from the hug.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

He slowly forgot the father who'd always smelled like liquor and shouted about everything. He forgot the cold, echoing house. He grew bright. He laughed easily. He became a normal, healthy little boy. One night, after I'd tucked him in, I sat at my desk grading papers. Outside the window, the sky over Boston was full of stars. And without meaning to, I thought of Sebastian. I thought of the day he'd cut me free from the dog kennel. The sun had been too bright. He'd been grinning wide. "Hey, quiet thing. You're with me from now on."

My name is Emily, and I’ve always been the good girl. Straight A’s, captain of the debate team, the one who volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends. At 22, I’m in my final year of college, majoring in literature, dreaming of becoming a writer someday. But beneath that polished exterior, there’s a secret side of me—a side that craves the forbidden, the filthy, the kind of pleasure that makes your toes curl and your mind shatter. And it all revolves around him: Professor Adrian Black.

The orange flavor was overwhelmingly sweet, but I kept it in my mouth for a long time, reluctant to swallow. The next morning, Yasmine came to class carrying a schoolbag that was bigger than she was. "Ms. Cleo! Was the light bright?" I squatted down to look at her at eye level. "Really bright. Thank you." She hid her face shyly behind her schoolbag. "I'm also afraid of the dark. My mom bought the nightlights for me, so I thought I'd share one with you." Locked in the storage room at three years old, Mom had said outside the door, "Come out whenever you're no longer afraid."

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

The news broke just after sunrise, and by the time the Cannibals arrived for morning practice, the world had changed. Sierra Maddox’s memoir wasn’t just a rumor anymore-it was a publishing event. The press release splashed across every sports site and social feed: “Back-to-Back: The Untold Story of Colorado’s Championships.” The cover was bold: Sierra, arms folded, stadium lights behind her, and in the background, a blurry image of Jeremy in his old Colorado jersey, helmet tucked under his arm, eyes fixed on the horizon.

Kathryn Michaels is a country bumpkin with an honest personality. She's also a timid woman who tends to make careless mistakes at work. Just one glare can easily make her burst into tears. Chris Albert is the most well-known man in Harborlean. He's a cruel and bloodthirsty man with a penchant for brutal and inhuman methods. No woman dares to pine after him even though he's blessed with gorgeous looks. Unexpectedly, a woman actually manages to sneak into his room and sleep with him while he's drunk! Just as Chris scours the world for the mysterious woman, he realizes that his secretary is putting on more weight each passing day. With a dark expression on his face, he coaxes, "Tell me, Kathy.

He was helpless again, as he had always been since the day he was born. "Nothing has changed!" the boy said while he was sobbing. "Wake up! Wake up, boy!" The moment Sirius was about to surrender himself to the nightmare, a raspy voice became his recourse, helping him escape and open his teary eyes. Unfortunately, the unfamiliar ceiling that welcomed him didn't allow him to calm down yet. The boy jerked up from the straw bed in which he was reclined and started to look around worried. Although he realized he was inside in some kind of hut, what monopolized his attention wasn't his surroundings, but the dark-skinned man that was looking at him with a smile. The man started to speak again, but