Convenience 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.

The night market outside was silent now, the hidden world retreating until the next sunset. Conor was the first to move, pulling out of Desirée with a soft sigh and shifting to lie between them, an arm around each. He pressed a kiss to Desirée’s temple, then to Kaida’s. Kaida traced a finger through the cooling sweat on Conor’s chest. “The Blood Moon vintage was a success. We should make more.” Desirée laughed, a low, husky, utterly contented sound. She curled into Conor’s heat, her leg thrown over Kaida’s cool one. “We just did.”

But every syllable felt full of meaning since Mike was so close. "The next item is a weekend getaway to the mountains, complete with a private cabin and guided hiking tours," I said, clutching the microphone. Mike moved forward, speaking in a fluid, easy voice. "Perfect for anyone wishing to get away from the bustle of the city. However, Cath, I guess some of us thrive on turmoil, don't we? The audience erupted in courteous laughter. I glanced at him, but all he did was smirk. "Maybe," I answered softly, "but even I can enjoy a little quiet time every now and then."

Ours were crumbled and full of potholes. Around the picture-perfect suburbs, they had convenience stores, bakeries, a cafe where people would sit outside and chat. Over at our side of town, we had one corner store that stocked the bare essentials. The shutters were permanently locked down over the windows. There was a wall of bulletproof glass separating the cash register from the customers, meaning that we had to communicate through the groove at the bottom. If you tried to pull something funny, the shopkeeper kept a double-barrel shotgun under the counter. It was always best to check your change before you left the building.

"Forbes called. Wall Street Journal too. And some producer from 60 Minutes won't stop leaving messages." "What did you tell them?" "That you're too busy crushing corporate scumbags to chat." Sana actually laughed—a sound I was still figuring out. "You know, before all this happened, I thought our family was boring as hell. Just endless meetings about numbers and market projections." "And now?" Jules asked. "Now I'm pretty sure we're all criminals and I kind of love it." She raised her glass again. "Way better than the old version." "Speaking of family," I said, turning to look at her, "I owe you big time. Without your help getting into Victoria's place, none of this happens."

Curse my inability to control my face in moments like these because he wasn’t buying what I was selling. “Last chance, sweetheart. I happen to have received a tip that there would be a little attack involving the two most influential families of the South, including a time and location. Deserted road ring a bell? Three large animals? Your husband transforming into one of those animals and carrying your lifeless body away from the scene?” he pursed his lips, “Should I keep going?” “What do you want?” “I want an exclusive story, but it needs to have all of the tiny, juicy details. The media eats up the unknown, but the exclusives,” a shiver rolled through his body, “Like giving fucking candy t

I need to fix things between Hope and me, and then I'll make it right with Cara. CONVENIENCE STORE / CARA'S POV I miss that damn guy. I wanted to talk to him, but my ego was preventing me. I'm glad he helped us today tho. I went to my mom's eatery to deliver her request for smores brownies before I went here to the convenience store. I put the smores brownies in front of the counter for a free taste, and on the other side were the cookies for sale. I am still so thankful for the owner to let me do this. It helped us a lot to be known in the city since different people from the other cities are going here to buy this. Whenever they said that they came from a different city, I always told them

"Anyway, I wanna come with you. You might need help carrying the drinks back." "I probably won't have any trouble with that, but alright. Whatever makes you happy." He placed Shiro down and we both went out. Scarlet wasn't wrong when she said that the convenience store was really near. It was practically right next to the apartment complex. When we went inside, Crimson gave me some money and told me to meet him outside after buying some chips. I don't know why, but I guess it really isn't that important. To be honest, I didn't know there were so many strange flavors of chips. Who would even eat ketchup flavored ones? That sounds disgusting. I say that, but I'm sure someone out there has it a

Whether it was out of fear of content, no one knew. “HAHAH!” The sound of hard clapping and laughing echoed in the desolate desert-like area. “I have to admit, that is quite the backstory.” Suit was seated comfortably in his chair with chips in his in his hands, staring at two screens. One was of Anderson and his escapades. He had been thoroughly enjoying everything. From his complacency to his guard, or lack of. From his mistakes to his wake-up calls. Suit had been enjoying himself to the point of almost joining the story himself. Unfortunately, the contract did not allow him to personally influence the story in any way, let alone personally get involved.