Conan Stories Novels & Stories

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.

“So… are you gonna wear a crown now? Like a princess?” The question broke me into a startled laugh. “A crown?” “Yeah,” he said, climbing onto my lap before I could stop him. “Like in the stories. Luna gets a crown, right?” Conan leaned in from the corner, arms crossed, his lips twitching into a smirk. “Tell him the truth, Maya.” I shot him a look. “And what truth is that?” “That you’ll look better in a crown than any queen in their history,” he said smoothly, eyes locking with mine, daring me to argue.

I do know best not to say what else could go wrong. "Ah, guess we are walking home then." Then Connor turns to me, with a somewhat less amused expression on his face. "Do you think you can keep that trap shut?" "I am afraid that I am not capable thereof." "Goody, I rambling Vampire." "Have I ever told you the story of my first encounter with a Vampire Hunter?" "No, and I beg that you, please don't." "It is rather funny; you really need to listen to it." "God, your whining is worse than you talking. Let me just hear the damn story."

"Did you tell my mom a different version of the story to make yourself look better at my expense?" Conan looked surprised by what I said, "What? I just told her that I got my wound when I fought those rogues who tried to kidnap you! I swear, I did not say anything against you!" "Let's not put Conan as the center of the topic. It's about you treating him like he's some sort of stupid wolf in your eyes. Just in case you still don't know this, he's one of the most respected in our pack and his power and influence have greatly benefited the Omega she-wolf like you!"

Conan let out a small grunt before taking his own fix and diving right in. The way he devoured those cookies in a matter of seconds had me wondering if he knew what real food tasted like. I made a mental note to cook him a hearty lunch and dinner for the rest of the crew when they all arrived. We sat in comfortable silence, only the sound of fancy China ware clinking against each other, and the TV playing in the background. To think I was watching a documentary about kwalas with a man who killer people for a living… that was something that never made it to my bucket list.

~ END ~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Poker Game”

Things got less dark after that. Although it took me awhile to recover. Connor knew he’d frightened me a little, and so he spent the rest of the time regaling me with stories about playing pranks on schoolmates at boarding school… and bizarre tales of business deals gone wrong… and funny bits about how much Sebastian hated Connor’s family, and all the snide remarks he would make when he talked to them. Eventually the wine took over and put everything into a nice, soft haze… and the food overwhelmed me with the sheer sensual delight of it all. And I forgot about the creepy family history.

Bart and Joanne decided to go to their apartments and spend the rest of the evening together. Conor walked with me back to the apartment as he told me another war story. He tells great stories. Now if I only knew what he was talking about. I was enthralled trying to imagine all the things he has seen or done. As soon as we were in the room with the door shut, I rushed him with a flood of kisses, and he returned each one. Before I could say anything he swept me off my feet and had me on the bed holding me tightly to him as we made out. I could die right now and be so happy. So many kisses were traded between us. We paused for a minute so we could catch our breath. We crawled up to the pillows

She realized that stories had the ability to transcend language and cultural barriers, touching the hearts of people from all walks of life. With this newfound insight, Luna embarked on a project to collect and share stories from individuals in Seoul. She sought out locals, immigrants, and travelers alike, listening to their personal narratives and experiences. These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity.

I couldn't bring myself to touch her—not in front of him. "Oh, look at you two. So cute. You and Rebecca, right? Everyone knows all about your love story. I even heard you two won best couple award," Esme piped up with a dramatic gasp. "Conan, doesn't that make you the third wheel that broke them up—" "Oh shut the fuck up already, Esme!" Conan groaned, snapping her head toward him like a viper. "How dare you—"