E Story Novels & Stories

she furiously inquired as tears cascaded from her eyes. On seeing that Belinda wasn’t in the mood for any more lies and confusion, Ace had to come clean with the truth. “Babe I’m not sure if what I am about to say have any relation with what is currently happening but I have this feeling in my guts that it could be the genesis of what is going on. Please don’t yell at me for what I am about to tell you now; it happened a long time ago but the guilt from that day still hunts me till today. There’s this lady I met at the club during Mark’s birthday bash. I was drunk at that moment and couldn’t remember how we got talking till the extent that we went physical with each other. I remember being i

Recalling everything he'd done to Sylvie, Connor nearly drowned under his remorse. Just then, Anna abruptly found him. "Connor Shaw! Just how long do you plan on carrying on with this spectacle?" It was her first time screaming his full name. Looking up, Connor noticed Anna's tear-streaked face and red, swollen eyes. In the past, he would've immediately hugged her out of tender concern, but now, the only one he could think of was Sylvie. He brandished the book he was reading and said to Anna, "Look! Merpeople do exist! Sylvie is a mermaid. She was the one who rescued me from the ocean all those years ago…"

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.

There would be nothing left but emptiness. After that, my father never showed up again. One day, Little Zoe came home carrying a letter and a cake. My mother showed me the letter. It contained the address of the house my father had promised, along with a bank card that had two hundred million dollars in it. We did not move there. We never touched a single cent of that money. The following winter, I saw news from Harbor City on television. Rowan Xanders, a prominent entrepreneur, had died at the age of twenty-nine from an old injury.

"Brianna, leave the founder's fiancee alone. That's not something we should be getting involved in. Even if you don't get into the institute, there are jobs out there. The requirements at private biotech companies aren't that high. "But if you cross Wesley Langston, I won't be able to protect you." That was what he said. But Dexter still left a comment on Wesley's engagement announcement. "I heard that your fiancee is someone you met abroad. I was wondering if she happens to know a violinist named Ivy Vance?" He'd been without me for four full years. He was desperate for any scrap of information.

Of course, that’s because Mister Jones’ father, the man who owns the company itself, is one of the richest people in the world. There is one more reason the L-P-E is simply the better choice. Though I hope I won’t ever need to make use of it; they specialise in Companions and through those Entertainers, one can rise in the ranks, learn the skills needed for other opportunities and get your name out there.

Until now, whenever she had asked her aunt or tried to broach the subject, her aunt had fiercely shut it down, insisting her parents were dead and there was no reason to discuss it. Her aunt had told her no stories of her parents, their hometown, or their families, explaining that it was for the best. Looking at Adrian Cagliari, a chilling certainty washed over her: there was far more to her story than she knew.

he asked encouragingly, increasing the pres- sure of his circling fingers. “I want to serve as your table…” I was mumbling, and Kellan leaned in closer, a quizzical expression on his face. “You want to sell me a fable?” “No.” The words tumbled out of me and I thought I would die of mortification. “I want you to use me as your coffee table.”

Paraiso is my hometown, and I am sure no one can cover the story better than me. “Oh. The problem is that the story has been assigned already,” Stella said. “Who is going to work on it?” Steph said, looking at Robert. She was praying that Stella doesn’t confirm her fears. “I have assigned the story to Robert,” Stella said, and the cup of coffee from Steph’s hands fell. Robert was on his feet in no time picking up the pieces of glass as Stella rushed to Steph’s side, asking her if she was okay. “How can I be okay?” Steph retorted.

The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 140