Collection Of Short Stories Novels & Stories

There’s nothing hidden that won’t be revealed and nothing concealed that won’t be disclosed; the only factor needed is ‘Time’. No matter how fast a person runs, they can never run away from the harvest of what they sowed; whether good or bad. Ace felt his little secret was safe with him forever. Never in a thousand years did he ever imagine that his wife ‘Belinda’ would find the hidden skeletons in his cupboard. It’s apparent that Ace forgot that those who live in glass houses don’t throw stones. When you point one finger at someone, don’t forget that the other four fingers are pointing right back at You in the face. There was serious fire on the mountain, but Ace hadn’t figured yet that his

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Shaun's P.O.V. "How did it go?" Sherri asks as I walk into her apartment. She has everything packed and ready to go. Jon said he would take care of selling the furniture if the landlord didn't want to keep it. "We arrested him and his wife. We rescued fifteen young women they had locked in the basement. With all the evidence we collected, people are being arrested all over the country right now. Okay, now to the important stuff. How long before we need to leave? Should I bring them something?" I ask her nervously. Sherri laughs and shakes her head.

I was no halfling, nor did I possess the skill of communicating with a wolf. Why, why, why was I in a state of dilemma in having to fuck a wolf? A hand clasped around me, it was Jenna, the werewolf girl. "We need to move." She drew me into a race with her. Three girls had been killed as they had supposedly agreed to pleasurize the Cannibals instead. Unfortunately, one had been fucked wildly through the anus. While the other through the mouth, and the last on all holes. The crying girl on my side had been one of them as well.

Chapter One Harper Dad said it like he had been saving the idea all week. He stood at the kitchen island with a travel mug and that grin he gets when he thinks he has solved everybody’s mood. “Lake cabin. Four hours. We leave this afternoon. I already paid for two nights.” Linda clapped once. “Yes. I packed snacks in my head the second you said it.” I was still in yesterday’s shirt, eating cereal over the sink. Cole sat at the table with his phone face down and his coffee going cold. He had not said good morning. He rarely ever said anything.

The thought made her pulse quicken, like she was holding a secret that wasn’t meant to be found. She hesitated only a moment before sitting cross-legged on the floor and flipping the cover open. Inside, in messy handwriting, was a title scrawled across the first page: “Collected Stories — From Women, For Women.” Chloe blinked. The handwriting was feminine, rushed, and almost secretive. She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters:

And I couldn't help but wonder if she fucked herself too while listening to me. “Oh fuck yes…” My strokes were sloppier now as my groans of pleasure filled the office and I gripped the desk tightly. “Fuck Lena, I'm gonna cum… I'm gonna cum for you, princess.” With a loud grunt, my orgasm ripped out of me and cum shot across the room as I collapsed into the chair, a grin forming on my lips when I knew she was listening. I could almost hear her breathing heavily beside the wall.

He said hungry, and somehow it felt more accurate to Shirley. “I’m Dione,” he said. “I collect.” She recognized the name. Dione West. He is a private collector who is rarely seen. A powerful man rumored to make or break careers with just a single purchase. “Shirley,” she answered, trying to stay calm. He studied her the way he had studied the painting — slowly, without hurry. “You’re not selling tonight.” “Not yet.” “Because no one here is offering what you actually need.” The directness of it made her pulse jump. She opened her mouth to give a polite deflection, but he continued before she could speak.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

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