Collection Of Short Stories Novels & Stories

“Clear.” He leaned in and kissed her once—hard, brief, and full of promise—then stood and began gathering the scattered papers on his desk as if the last several hours had been nothing more than an unusually thorough meeting. Claire watched him for a moment, body still humming, the marks of his hands already blooming faintly on her hips and thighs.

“Because the Harvard MBA will tell you what HBR said last month. I’ll tell you why your Q2 campaign in Austin failed and how to fix it before Q4.” That makes him stop walking. He turns, really looks at me now. “Go on.” And just like that, round one starts. I don’t know it yet, but I’ve already lost. Because the problem with playing games with men like Dominic Cole is that they invented the rules. And the problem with revenge is that it requires you to carry the person who hurt you with you, every single day, until you become them. But I don’t know that at 8:02 AM on a Monday.

One wrong sound or glance could shatter everything. How long could we keep these hidden flames burning without getting burned ourselves? The risk felt thrilling and terrifying all at once.

Three hours staring at the same paragraph, deleting it, rewriting it, deleting it again, and it still read like a technical manual instead of a scene anyone was supposed to feel something from. Nobody knew this was me. Not Xavi, not my parents, not a single person in my actual life had any idea that the girl who couldn't get through health class without turning red was quietly ghostwriting some of the most requested erotica on three different platforms under a name that wasn't mine. It was supposed to be my secret talent. My thing. The one place I was good at something without anyone watching. Except lately I wasn't good at it. Every scene came out flat, embarrassing — and my editor had alre

My voice came out softer than I wanted. “You can.” His hand moved. His fingers brushed over my wrist as he turned the page. It was not an accident. I felt the rough pad of his thumb slide slowly across the inside of my wrist. He left it there for a second longer than he needed to. “But you have to stop being scared of the heat. This story has real heat in it, Lila. Don’t sand it down. Don’t make it polite. Write the dirty truth.”

I flinched but didn't pull away–more like I couldn't. "Death is a simple thing," he murmured, his gray eyes locked on mine. "A snuffing out, a demise. It is… boring, like the end of a story. But why end a story when you can… prolong it? Change it?" He leaned in closer, so close I could feel the chill that radiated from him. He didn't breathe, I realized, not in the way humans did. There was no rise and fall of his chest, and no warm breath on my skin.

Iman's eyes widened at this new information. Dabir loves to read? She was the one who used to encourage him to read more, and sometimes she suggested herfavouritee books, but he never read them. "And this is my room..." Madiha was about to take Iman to her room when Zamin entered and called them for dinner. After dinner, everyone sat in the living room with cups of tea. Kashif and Kamraan discussed politics and business, in which Zamin also participated, sharing his opinion.

“The collection, Dark Corners. I read the first four stories before bed last night, and I have to say I really enjoyed them.” “I appreciate that. I really do love working in the short form, but I had such a hard time convincing my publisher to release a collection. They insisted the public doesn’t care about short stories, and honestly Dark Corners didn’t sell anywhere near as well as the novels.” “But I bet it still made the bestsellers list.” “It did,” Brad said, shifting in his seat as if sitting on a rock. He was always uncomfortable talking about his work, and specifically the money he made from it; it felt too much like bragging.

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson

They all gave them gifts and all seated to have a chat like old times. "Mamu (maternal uncle) please tell us a story, like old times," Aashi said with puppy dog eyes "yes papa tell us na we all want to hear something," Manasvi said "ohk fine," Her father said and tap his chin like he is thinking something "hmm I got a perfect story, let's start children, this story will change your views and don't repeat the things they did." her father said