Erroric Stories Novels & Stories

Another part — the dangerous part — wondered what would happen when he finally figured it out. Because there was no hiding it much longer. No turning back. Not anymore. End of story 1

"So you did that to get back at me?" "No! It was a one time mistake...and that got me pregnant and I didn't see him again after that but...but when you left me I thought you were cheating on me with some other woman and was force to go back to him" Veronica gave her explanation trying not to panic as she let the lies drop out of her lips pinning the fault of her affair on him might make her lessen her punishment.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

Soceity was men and women who never learned to mind their own business and stuck their mouth in the affairs of others and turned molehills into high ice peaked mountains. I worried about my reputation and what people would say about me, what they would do if another scandalous untrue news came out of me being salacious came out. It would ruin Ma and Kawu, so I took a decision and tried to find a husband. I told everyone I knew what my specifications were and Yaana sent me my spec. Hard to believe but true. Hard to believe but truer than the fact that I'm a Bakura and I've never known nor noticed, truer than the fact that I'm not even a Sheriff.

“What do you want?!” “No!” Larissa screamed, then jerked back in pain as a witch slapped her hard on the cheek. But she didn't stop, “Aleric, don't! You can't go back! You promised me!” Before he met Larissa, he had been a highly ranked member of the Order - an organisation that specialised in hunting and killing all sorts of creatures for fun but when he met Larissa, he knew he had to stop in order to begin a new life with her.

I began. "Mmm, ya it's a little weird " Adria says laughing. "Um can I have my head back? or do you intend to keep it?" Her dimples become more visible with every chuckle that slips her mouth. Her opal green eyes wondered down to my hands and then back up at me. I realizing what she's pointing out and I immediately let her go. "Sorry" I say embarrassed which causes Adria to laugh again. "Thats nothing to be embarrassed about" she pause "you almost crushing me last night, now that's different."

Davin pov There are sometimes in life when you make a decision knowing fully well that you might come to regret it in life but still go ahead and make that awfully wrong decision. Let's just say, that's exactly what I did. Sleeping with my son's girlfriend was by far one of the worst decisions I have made in life. I knew she was trouble when I first laid my eyes on her.

I hoped it was the drink because I couldn’t bear the thought that I could be some pervert. I reached for my glass, telling myself I wouldn’t look anymore, but as I did, my lower abdomen touched the back of her head, causing her to shift a little. The accidental brush of her head against my thigh and a bit of my junk had blood rushing down my nether region. So, like an idiot that I am, I looked again. Big mistake!

"That is what I am here for. Do you feel ready to tell me what happened?" I swallowed hard, my hands gripping the edge of the cushion tightly. I struggled with the words in my head for a long moment, trying to find a way to explain the crazy mess I was in without sounding completely insane. Finally, I looked up at her, my eyes full of fear and confusion. "Dr. Evelyn... can a person sleepwalk and have sex with someone without knowing it is real?"

Over the next few days, the wind sweeping through Sicily carried the chill of early spring. It cut through layers of clothing and seeped straight into your bones. I stood on the top floor of an abandoned factory, wind rushing through the broken windows. From somewhere below, the dull sounds of fists and kicks echoed faintly through the empty structure. Paolo held out a cigarette to me. I lifted my hand and pushed it away. “No. Mark doesn’t like it when I smoke.”