Emotional Short Stories Novels & Stories

he growls, now pulling the seam of my shorts back and forth. “Ah, fuck yes. Don't stop that,” I breathed helplessly, loving the way my insides burned with need. Ace kept at his current movement, not relenting with the push and pull of my seam. My breathing fastened and my eyes closed as I focused on the way my shorts rubbed against my slits. “Ah–ah, please please, I'm–” Before the words could escape my lips, Ace released his grip on my seam, spanking me right after. My core clenched and unclenched as the wave of disappointment crashed over my body.

She didn't say a word. She just climbed into his bed, her shorts already gone. And they didn't play any games. Ember Thinking 1 credits remaining for today. Running low - upgrade your plan

The front of his shorts was already starting to tent. I looked up at him, eyes still wet, and smiled through the tears. “You’ve grown up so much. Look at you now… big strong man now.” I always knew Jeremy had a crush on me, but I usually ignored it. But tonight it would be my strong-hold and advantage over him. My hand slid higher, boldly cupping the growing bulge in his shorts. He jumped, but he didn’t pull away. “Emma… what are you-”

I was still so wet from touching myself earlier, and being this close to him was only making it worse. We carried our mugs to the small kitchen table and sat down. The conversation kept going, but it was filled with an unspoken tension band. Jake asked about my job and how I spent my free time. I answered honestly, telling him how much I had been missing real connection and physical touch. He listened without interrupting, his eyes never leaving my face. Every time he leaned forward or shifted in his seat, our knees would brush under the table. And each little touch sent sparks straight between my legs.

*makes sobbing noises* Thank you for your time and patience and for diving into the world of werewolf stories that I created, where sometimes it’s best to accept that not all love deserves a second chance (or a third). Just like the common saying that says "The grass is greener on the other side", in my werewolf stories collection you can also find that sometimes, the moon is brighter on the other side—and that pertains to the idea that a brighter future can be found in someone else’s eyes. Anyway, keep reading more books (even if it’s not mine). Also, if you’d like to read a sneak peek of my next werewolf romance fantasy collection, just scroll down.

Alecia's pov Chapter 9 I sat there on the couch, legs crossed tight, feeling Haiden's cum still deep inside me, shifting every time I moved even a little. It was thick and warm, leaking slow into my panties, making the fabric stick to my pussy lips, and every small shift sent a reminder straight to my clit, keeping me half turned on even while everyone talked like normal. Mum was going on about some dinner plans for next week, Collins laughing loud at something she said, and Emily kept glancing at Haiden, her smile not as bright as before, like she could tell something was off.

My eyes stared at his face then to the monitor Memories flooded my mind.. our first date, our wedding. All the laughter, the fights, the quiet nights. All leading to this moment. I felt numb, like I was floating above the scene. Zora's voice was muffled, as if she was calling from far away. I couldn't process the words, couldn't move. My world had just shattered, and I was stuck in the wreckage. The pain would come later, but for now, I was frozen, trapped in this moment of loss.

Plenty of time for bad things to happen in an empty classroom. Emily felt her skirt suddenly feel too tight. Her panties were getting wet. She had never felt this way before. Not like this. Not because of a boy like Jax. He watched her face. “You are thinking too much again. Just feel it.” His fingers started to move. Slow circles on her knee. Up a little. Then back down. Each time his hand went higher under the edge of her skirt. Emily’s breathing got faster. She gripped the edge of the desk. “What if someone comes?”

Camila stepped inside carefully— And froze. The entire room was filled with paintings. Hundreds of them. Every wall. Every corner. Every canvas. All of them painted the same woman. A beautiful blonde girl with large green eyes. Some paintings showed her smiling. Others laughing. Crying. Sleeping. Dancing. There were so many emotions trapped inside each piece that Camila’s chest immediately tightened. Love. Obsession. Heartbreak. Grief. Every single painting screamed pain. Mateo remained near the doorway silently while Camila slowly walked deeper into the room.

Just… warning. I don’t answer. Because for the first time, I’m not sure I do remember. --- Friday. 8:49 PM. The office is empty. I’m not. I’m rewriting the Meridian onboarding flow because the current one “lacks emotional resonance,” according to Chicago. “Emotional resonance” is corporate for “make them feel something.” I’m good at that. I just don’t like doing it to myself. “Your posture is terrible.” I don’t jump this time. I’m getting used to him appearing like a very expensive ghost.