Chinese Stories Novels & Stories

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

She said and the couple laughed it off, claiming that they understand "Mom, can we leave please?" Max spoke up in his deep sexy voice that was laced with annoy Immediately they left, "Olivia, how could you greet elders like that?" her mother a What worries them was how they could tell that Max was pi "I didn't come here to be greeting people. Moreover, I did say 'hi' to them." She said nonchala .. Immediately Max and his family settled down on their seat, "she's so beautiful." Emily sai "But was deprived of a brain. Grow up well, dear." Max rep

Hearing her lover's story immediately made her sadness disappear, she even asked Raymond to tell her one by one the love stories he had read. "You can read it yourself, I'll bring the book tomorrow." Lazy to tell the story, Raymond asked Ara to read it herself. "Ah, no fun." Annoyed. Seeing Ara lying down made Raymond annoyed so he had no choice but to tell his lover all the love stories he had read. "Okay, okay, don't sleep yet," Ara got up then sat up and rested her head on the headboard. In China, the famous love story is Sampek Engtay, a love story that ends in death, just like Romeo and Juliet and Laila and Majnun.

“Tell me a story?” He was silent. Then he started to tell her a story, one of his favorites, about a little boy who cried and cried until the gods took his eyes away as punishment. It sounded better, more right, in Mandarin, so that’s how he told her. He told about the boy who wrapped a scarf around his head and went out into the world to search for his eyes. “And did he ever find them?” “What, you speak Mandarin now?” “I’m watching the story unfold in your head. Or perhaps it’s your heart. Either way, it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.”

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

Gabriel would kill me if he knew. “Well there are a lot of myths and stories told for so many generations and cultures I’d like to believe those kinds of things are true. There are dragon stories from Chinese mythology and then you have the medieval knights fighting dragons. Sometimes I wish I was there to witness for myself what these people were actually seeing for those kinds of myths to told for so long. It’s very interesting.”

“Can we do stuffs that you like? Only in a more subtle way. Me being a beginner and all.” He caressed her hair. “What if you don't like what I like?” “I'm willing to explore.” Gabriel had to smile up at the ceiling. “You said Fola told you about my kinks.” “Yeah.” “So what exactly did that talkative tell you?” “Nothing much. How did he find out?” Gabriel shrugged. “Who knows? Besides, I don't really hide stuffs.” Her voice was shy and tiny as she asked, “Is it like BDSM? I've always wondered what it was like.”

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.

Diamond tears streamed down his face. Xavier sounded behind me. “Do you know the story?” “What story?” I wanted to touch them, but I knew I couldn’t. “These are the Butterfly Lovers. They’re a Chinese legend. A tragic love story.” “I’ve never heard of this.” I walked around the male sculpture. “It’s one of China's Four Great Folktales.” Still standing in front of the statute, he studied me over the man’s wings. “I would tell you, but it’s sad.”

(Tang Bi Dang Che) – a Chinese saying to describe someone who overestimates himself too much. This story is from Huai Nan Zi, an ancient book mainly collecting tales about Taoists but also recording many interesting historical stories. Accordingly, during the Spring and Autumn Period, Duke Zhuang, the ruler of state Qi, loved brave warriors. One day, he went hunting with his men. On his way to the woods, he saw a mantis standing in the middle of the road with its sickle-like forelegs opened. It seemed like the little insect was trying to fight against the carriage to hold it back. Surprised at the case, Duke Zhuang ordered to stop and asked what creature it was.