Dirty One Liner Novels & Stories

A Luna? I clenched my fists, nails digging into my dirty palms. “I’d rather rot in that dungeon than pretend to be something I’m not,” I spat The old woman’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Then you’ll rot,” she said simply. “And when the Idris returns, don’t expect mercy. You will only eat if you obey him", The reminder of Idris with his golden eyes sent a fresh wave of unease through me, but I refused to show it. I refused to let them break me.

ANDY’S POV I gulp down the bottle of water as I wait for the bus to arrive. The sun these days have not been friendly, and thankfully too, because I don’t think I could bare a cold weather. I had missed the first bus so I had to wait for the second one. I was feeling tired already and I couldn’t wait to just get home. I didn’t want to seat down because the station seats were not looking like they wanted to be sat on. I can’t even try to think about the last time this place has been cleaned. It’s so dusty and dirty and there is trash everywhere. What’s worse, it is on the seat.

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I was done running, and death seemed like a welcome escape from this endless pursuit. For the first four days after our return, I was kept in isolation, confined to a dark room lit only by candles. Luciana was the only one allowed to enter, and I was grateful for her presence. The silence and darkness were suffocating, but I held onto the hope that this ordeal would soon pass.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

"A few other Lunas invited me to the hot springs deep in the forest for a couple of days. Just to relax." Ethan let out a breath of relief and walked over, trying to hug me. "You scared me. I thought..." Before he could finish, he glanced at the phone screen lighting up on the coffee table. It was a text notification: [The asset bond under your name has been successfully dissolved. All dollar coins have been transferred...] Ethan's face changed drastically. He snatched up the phone, his voice rising to a roar. "Dissolved bond? What is this?" My heart skipped a beat. I forced myself to stay calm, snatching the phone back and frowning in complaint. "Oh, that? It's so annoying. Human hackers ha

Minus I felt the driver’s door slam and the car change directions before hauling ass down the road. Wherever we were headed, we were headed there in a hurry. I was foggy as hell from the injection and my perception of time was “fluid” to say the least. Still, it didn’t feel like I’d been in the trunk for long, and I hoped that meant that Cricket had hidden or gotten away. Until I knew she was okay, I didn’t give a shit about the ledger, or the club for that matter. It could all burn, along with this sick fucker for all I cared.

The truth was laid bare for everyone to see. Susan had a habit of dropping a digit when sending me money. Convinced that I had been pocketing the change, the family fell silent in the face of the truth. Only Summer remained in disbelief. She kept shuffling through the papers. Failing to find the evidence against me, Summer hurled the documents aside and snapped, her finger up my nose. “For all we know, the bills could be faked. “What if you edit the screenshots to flip the story around? “It makes no sense that Mom would send you the wrong amount each time. Once or twice is a thing, but don’t tell me, you have been topping up the difference.”

Winnie's husband returned from his business trip. His wife was happy to see him because he had left home for a period of two months. Markus gave his wife an intimate hug and kissed her all over her body. Winnie then welcomed her husband back home. She found out from her husband how his business trip went; he excitedly told Winnie of a billion contract he's been able to secure for them and their future children. After they talked, Winnie served her husband a sumptuous lunch; fried rice coupled with grilled chicken ,his favorite meal. The excited didn't just end there, Winnie invited her husband over to the bed and had a passionate and unforgettable love making.

Maybe I would get a dog. I gambled on the door being open. If he woke up, I could just argue I was getting a midnight snack. Luck was on my side, and the door was cracked. I slipped in, silently thanking the hinges for not failing any more and staying quiet. I closed the door behind me and surveyed the room. Something was off. Things were more barren than when I left. Ted’s laundry basket of clothes was gone, the lamp was off his bedside table, the picture of his family no longer hanging on the wall. I breathed out, unable to decide whether or not it was a good thing he was clearing out or not. On the one hand, it would make getting out easier - on the other, he knew I had been gone. The las