Novel & Cerita Emotional Short Stories

I stumbled forward, caught my foot on something, and fell. But I didn't hit the ground. Hands caught me. Strong hands. Grabbing my arm, my waist, pulling me up. Skin on skin. His skin on mine. The moment I touched him, something exploded in my chest. Heat. Light. Pain. Like being struck by lightning. Like being burned alive. Like coming home after years lost. I gasped. He froze. His hand was on my bare arm. My skin. His skin. Nothing between us. For one second. One terrible, wonderful, horrible second.

She noted how “it only takes about 5 minutes of flirting or about 30 seconds of ‘accidental’ rubbing or touching for the little head to take over the big one.” God, hearing her stories made me ache. It’d been years since I’d felt anything more than a vibrator inside of me. Hearing her tell of sucking off would-be CEOs—or even the spoiled stepson of one—made me yearn for a real dick. A real fucking cock that could pulse and throb, read me, become one with me, and then release all of that pent-up passion deep in the parched throat or in my now moist, warm pussy.

***Warning: The following stories are 18+ and contain content that may offend, disturb, and trigger some readers. These include physical, mental, and emotional abuse, as well as physical and sexual violence, and drug references. Read at your own risk... Isadora was a second-year student, and Miles was her professor. His love for her was forbidden and bordered on obsession. She felt trapped with no one to turn to. Until the substitute Professor Rhett enters... CHAPTER ONE - THE BEGINNING

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a

Iman stuck her tongue out at him. *Flashback ends* Love teaches you many things, but separation turns you into a complete different person. The guy, who never had one sip of tea before, now his day doesn't start if he doesn't have a cup of tea. When the tea was ready, he pour it in three cups and went to living room. "Poor girl, I really feel bad for her. Her husband passed away in just one year of her marriage." When Dabir entered the lounge room, he heard Aima.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Chapter Three – Haven’s Hearth The Ember Haven transformed into a haven of shadows and warmth as the night deepened, the fireplace embers glowing softly, their light casting a tender glow over the rug where we lay entwined. My body was a map of Jake’s desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by our unrelenting passion. Jake loomed over me, his breath heavy, cock hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the haven in a hearth of flesh and spirit. The cabin thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, our friendship a sacred bond that tightened with each tou

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

“Go on.” She walked closer, heels clicking on the wood floor. Held the paper out like evidence. “This is unfair. You docked me points for ‘overly emotional language,’ but the whole novel is emotional. Heathcliff is rage and obsession and lust—you can’t analyze him like he’s a math problem.” One dark brow lifted. “Lust.” Heat crawled up her neck. She hadn’t meant to say that word out loud. It hung between them now, thick and heavy. He pushed off the desk and stepped toward her. Not fast. Just one measured step, then another, until the space between them shrank to nothing polite. She could smell him—clean cotton, faint cedar, something darker underneath, like smoke that never quite left his sk

Chapter 5 Is ishq ke kya kehne Isne kitno ko abad kiya Aur kitno ko barbad Par is kambakkht ishq Ne to Humara aisa haal Kia ki Dil hi nahi zinda Raha kisi se Ishq Karne ke liye ~Ankita Ghosh (what should I say about love? It destroyed do many people and even made so many people but thus stupid love break me like that my heart isn't alive anymore to love someone)