Erroric Stories Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes and sit my butt on the couch beside them. "Why? What happened? What did he say?" Stella lifted her head and sniffed. Her eyes were red and puffy. She was always like this. The lover girl out of the three of us. She actually believed in relationships which faith and I joked about. Faith didn't believe in love and neither do I. "H..he s..said I'm embarrassing..." "What do you mean embarrassing?"

I looked away because the truth was that I remembered enough,enough to know I had crossed a line,enough to know I had betrayed Silas. I climbed out of bed and grabbed my purse. "This was a mistake." The words felt hollow and Drey laughed bitterly. "A mistake?" "It was." His jaw tightened. "You keep saying that." "Because it's true." His gaze darkened. "No." My heart hammered. "No, Nicole." He stepped closer. "You can call it whatever you want." I backed away immediately. "Drey, stop." "But don't lie to yourself." I didn't answer,I couldn't because a small, terrible part of me wasn't sure he was wrong.

Had he found out about the damage he’d caused—wrecking the trolley—while shamelessly breaking the third rule by making out with a client? Had the penthouse client snitched on him for refusing to deliver his orders? If he’d found out, why wait until after a week? Did he, perhaps, want him to feel comfortable until he strike? Waiting for the right moment? Where was he even taking him? Wild thoughts raced through Jace’s mind as the elevator shut close with a ding, deliberating on whether he made the right choice to follow hin to wherever he was taking him or just resign instantly. Jace took a sharp exhale as the elevator ascended slowly.

She smiled, placing her hands on her waist. "Really? there's a library? Yes!" I clenched my right fist frantically in the air, excitement written all over me. Back at home, A Library was an abomination. I guess I forgot to mention there was a rule about books also? Well, here it goes. Eric had concluded that books lie. He had this ludicrous theory that books trap people. He said it's similar to a disease, a terrible sickness that has no cure. Makes humans rapted in an imaginary world, completely forgetting what reality brings.

he said, his voice a low vibration that hit me square in the chest. The chatter died instantly. He turned around, leaning against the podium, his sleeves already rolled up to reveal the lion etched into his tanned skin. My pulse spiked. I couldn't stop my eyes from tracing the golden outlines of the beast on his arm, remembering the way it seemed to ripple in the moonlight of my subconscious. "The Art of Storytelling is not a solo venture," he began, his almond eyes finally sweeping over the rows. "To understand narrative, you must understand collaboration and the friction of differing perspectives. For the remainder of the semester, you will be working in groups of five."

Stephen Brock. The man continued spreading lies online almost daily. Interviews. Fake stories. Anonymous articles painting himself like the victim. At this point, it wasn’t even about heartbreak anymore. It was revenge. And honestly? I was tired of being quiet. One afternoon Amelia walked into Sebastian’s office holding a thick folder while looking unusually excited. “You’re going to love this.” Sebastian looked up from his laptop calmly. “What is it?” Amelia dropped the folder dramatically onto the desk. “Evidence.”

As we headed down the stairs toward the kitchen, my mind was filled with a storm of thoughts I could barely control. This was wrong on so many levels. Jake was my husband’s brother. He had come to stay for a whole month while my husband was away. I should not have been moaning his name while I touched myself. Yet the ache between my legs refused to fade. I wondered if he had also heard my pleading moans. A part of me felt embarrassed from the thought, but another part felt a dangerous kind of excitement at the idea that he might have heard me begging for him.

I said with a smile, she tried to push me away but her arms fell to the side because she was weak, this made me laugh out loud, “ Bitch!” I said, giving her a smack on her pussy. “ Oh.” She let out a moan, falling over. Eric just watched, he didn't look interested. He wiped the cap of his dick that had cum on it, his dick went back up as he was still hard with precum glistening the cap. He knelt down, pushing her legs aside as he pressed the tip by her pussy entrance then he rammed into her walls, “ Ohhhh.” She screamed, jerking from her unconscious stage as she looked at the both of us,

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For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.