Romans & histoires Eureka Stories

A part of her was scared for getting dump after they've had so much sex, so she was trying to hint him into proposing to her. The only way to make him listen to her was rejecting him when he was hungry for her body, because he would be willing to hit his head on the wall for her, if she made the request when he was in the mood….. The novel has lots of mature content, that can be blend into something not so R18, but still have the erotic feel. The audience started making requests for the novel to be made into a movie and hinting on how they will be ready to sell their soul to watch it, if he was the male lead.

The man she’s hitting up right now is a Saldieguez—the brother of her friend’s ex-lover. Damn it! What a small fucking world! Eura tried to erase the thoughts inside her head. She drank her coffee before going to bed. She just wants to sleep—that’s what she wants. Eura expected to have a peaceful sleep but then, the memories of her and Hunter started to play inside her head. Hunter visited her in her dreams. [Flashback]

Black's POV I could hear a knock on my door as I just finished fixing my bed. "Black, breakfast is ready downstairs." My aunt said. "I'll be back tonight." "Take care, Aunt Autumn." I replied. Autumn Vera, or Aunt Autumn as I call her, is my aunt that took me in after both my mom and dad passed away. She's a very kind person that agreed to take care of me despite not even talking properly with her before.

Maybe Jimmy was tired and no longer interested in looking for it. Erika accidentally buys a new phone with a new number. To type the manuscript that she should send to the application of the novel's online Zaki. Or to communicate with Indri or Zack. And to say hello to her readers in the W******p group that she created. Encouragement from her readers makes Erika forget about her grief during this time.

In the memory of her parents, she made Celirium a place where both Seelie and Unseelie Courts can prosper and live as one. This legend is my favorite. Of course, every culture has its own gods and legends. Some believed in the great cauldron, another in the rainbow bridge, mother earth, and so on. I was born in a culture with a bunch of gods. The main ones are Detryx and Laykara, the gods of equilibrium. Only logic to choose them if it is to follow the legend.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

Greta and Eric left the Archives in the middle of the afternoon. With their notes and an appointment to see a local verbal storyteller. The storyteller specialized in tales about the history of the town’s first settlers. With lunch on their minds, they entered the coffee shop. Greta stopped short when she realized the only place to sit and eat was at the table she’d photographed a few nights ago. Now she’d seen the photos and the spirit. Greta paused a moment to ponder the coincidence of this.

He bumped into Kailani on the balcony and froze again. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Kaiden took her in from head to toe, shook his head, and dashed past her. Kailani stood there, confused. She wondered what had happened, so she went into his room and found Eureka crying. “Ma’am?” she moved closer. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Eureka couldn’t hold back her emotions anymore. She broke down. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, sweetheart. I never wanted this. Why does it have to hurt so much?”