Elite Short Stories Novels & Stories

I say, grabbing some paper myself, my hand shaking slightly as I start writing, the words coming dirty and direct because holding back isn’t an option anymore. “Make them good, make them count.” We pass the jar around, slips folding into it one by one, the rustle of paper mixing with murmurs and chuckles, the occasional dirty whisper like Ronan’s “Oh, this one’s gonna make someone scream” that has Elara giggling, her hand squeezing my thigh now, nails digging in just enough to make me hiss softly. Thalia’s eyes meet mine across the circle we’ve formed on the floor, dark with heat, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips, and she mouths “Your idea” with a wink that promises payback in the best

~Isabella~ I get out of the elevator on the 45th floor of WhitFord Enterprises. The floors are smooth stones that make a clicking sound under my high shoes, and the walls are see through glass that let me see the city. My bag weighs on my shoulder with my notebooks and laptop inside, as if that's enough armor for this internship. I'm Isabella Bridge, 22, fresh out of business school, and I got this gig after nailing the interview. But my gut twists right now. What if I mess up? What if they see through my act?

Seliet nodded and leaving the room closed the doors behind her. I tried to relax, but to my head began to arrive images of what happened the night before, that girl had something that attracted me and more than normal, throughout the night I was dreaming of those unusual eyes, thinking about it, I once read a book of the legend of the chimera wolves which used to have similar eyes, but it was impossible that they still existed.

And in that gentle kick, Eliana remembered— Not all stories are as they seem. But the prettiest ones? They're the ones who start anyway.

Exactly what they were looking for. The one who had contacted me was named Elias. Thirty-eight, tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones and a confident smile that promised trouble. He was the one who liked to play. He had messaged me on the app with polite charm at first, then slowly revealed what he wanted: a cute twink to join him and his husband for some fun. Nothing too extreme, he said. Just some shared pleasure.

The first snowflake didn’t melt, it didn’t even feel cold, when it touched the marble of the balcony, it let out a faint, high-pitched chime, like a crystal singing to itself, within an hour, the "Snow" was falling across the entire Zenith City, fine, shimmering flakes of Solid Starlight that didn't pile up like ice, but began to coat everything in a terrifying, beautiful frost.

Mauve’s protests were quickly softened by Sephie’s coaxing, until she sat tied once more to the chair. Nicholas folded his hands, voice sharp and commanding. “Listen carefully. Save your questions for the end. Understood?” Mauve, sulking, gave a small nod. “Elite is a parallel dimension of Earth,” Nicholas began. “It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.”