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She kept shouting at the Officer who became attentive on my sight and saluted right away. "Assalamualaikum sir!" I looked from Sub-inspector Ilyas to her, who was watching me pale and shocked. Nodding to Ilyas, I continued making way towards my Cabin. "What's going out there?" I asked Safeer, on taking my seat. "Sir, a traffic accident case. The lady is being unreasonable—" before he could continue, I cut him off. "Call them in." I returned blankly, going through the documents on the table.

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.

He moves so fast I cannot even remember the faces of people I speak to. “Please,” I ask him “Slow down.” My feet ache and my muscles are sore. I have long since dropped the flowers on some random table, hoping silently they would burn and take the building and everyone in it. My fingers grasp onto a glass and I gulp down water quickly, my throat parched from flimsy small talk. The wedding will be in the papers. I can see the headline now- Two Crime Families Put Aside Differences; I knew the papers would sell quickly. Crime sold. I would know. My name had been in the papers since the day I was born thanks to my father. New York would tremble underneath me if I wanted it to. I dripped in cashm

Jan 2012, Siegel Gambino vs Victoria Larei Fraser. "In this criminal case, Ms. Fraser is accused of murdering Mr. Ryan Fraser and kidnapping of Mr. Gambino in late November 2011" I squeeze my eyes close and took a deep breath upon hearing the judge's words. At the same time, I rub my sweaty palms together as I anxiously listen to her. She is about to announce the outcome of the trial. This trial has been going on for so long and today concluded it and I hate to admit that I am the villain of this story.

Chapter 2 The next day’s stream started just like other days. I sat on the edge of the bed, the laptop casting a glow on my skin. My hands trembled as I adjusted the camera angle with my face hidden. Regular47 had already tipped a hundred dollars even before I said hello. My heart raced with a mixture of fear and excitement. His message popped up immediately. I know who you are. You’re Vida. Does Mark know his sweet wife is fingering herself for strangers?

He was wearing a black robe and it looked like she was dressed like a nun. Holy shit! It was just like the movie I had seen on his TV earlier. I shuffled my position a bit and looked to my left. Tons of newspaper articles covered that wall. I was able to make out most of the headlines thanks the bigger type-face of them, and they all looked to be about sex crimes. Now I started to get freaked out. I took a deep breath and looked to my right. Oh holy shit! More pictures of the old guy with other women! It was difficult for me to be sure, but some of them looked like they had abject terror in their eyes!

Aside from her however, three women were giggling to each other while watching their friend cry over catching her husband's infidelity. * I do apologize for not updating daily and I will try to update more. I hope you guys are enjoying this collection so far! I have other stories you guys can check out!^^

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

I look you over, my eyes lingering on your body, assessing. A slow smirk plays on my lips as I lean against the desk, crossing my legs. “Hello yourself. You’re here for the writing job, aren’t you? Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes. Or maybe you’re just here to waste my time.” My gaze is intense, unblinking, as if I’m already deciding your fate. ( you hand over a file containing a CV and a short story ..it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper)

Alfred said while walking towards the coffee maker. “What type of coffee do you prefer, black or creamy?” He asked Melody, clicking the two mugs together. “Creamy, sir,” Melody responded slightly, staring at Alfred, who didn't seem to spare her a glance. “Antonio is not like every other criminal; he has his tricky ways,” Melody insisted, staring at her boss with all inconvenience. “What ways, Melody?” Alfred demanded adamantly, but she wasn't willing to talk. How would she even tell her boss? She was involved with a criminal. How would she even tell her boss that the tricky ways he had were the ways he made her moan in sexual frustration?