E Story Novels & Stories

She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

It was almost laughable. She did not see the issue with her and Yoel. No, she was upset because I did not buy her story. I sent a response without a hint of emotion. [Sheila, are you seriously clueless about what's wrong between us? Cut the act. It's way too phony.] No sooner had I hit send than Sheila's call lit up my phone. "Erick, please don't be like that, I truly realize my mistake." Her voice was rushed and tearful, dripping with a kind of desperation that made her sound pitiful.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

Riley a daughter to the Essah family moved to high school. Three days after arriving at high school she met a guy named Johan Mills . Sometimes we think we will make our own ways but fate makes our lives ways . A certain incident separated the two . Leaving one in a psychiatric hospital . What has fate planned for the two ? Will the two ever meet again ? Join them as they face reality to an end which was never expected.

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

But now… “Great! Now that’s done let me explain the rules of the new game. You are going to tell me a story. All you have to do is survive the story. Simple right?” Of course, it was not as simple. Anderson knew very well that anything concerning a demon would not be as simple. What was worse, this particular demon was very different. So, who knew what twisted game of story telling the demon had in mind? Anderson nodded warily at the demon’s enquiry. Whatever was coming he knew very well the odds would be against him as such he had his guard up. It was funny; He was rather feeling like the trapped one.

He didn’t want Esther to lump him in with those guys at the hospital today who only think with their lower half. “Alright, it’s late, let’s sleep.” “I… you—” “If you can’t sleep, do you want me to tell you a story?” Esther: “…” Evander telling her a story? She almost choked on her saliva, doubting her ears. “You’re going to tell me a story?” “I’m good at storytelling…” “Then go ahead!” ***

"But first...." Ezra continued snapping Elaina out of her excitement. "I would like to tell you a story." "A story?" Elaina asked confused. Was right now even the time to be telling a story? Her friends and comrades were on the losing end of a war, time was of the essence. "Don't worry, they will be fine until I am done." Ezra assured her. "This story is important and one that you need to hear." "Why do I need to hear a story?" Elaina asked not quite understanding. "Will it tell me anything about how to win this war?"