Fictional Short Story Novels & Stories

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

Completely fictitious, just like the reminder sentences at the beginning of a novel he often read, "This story is purely fictional, any resemblance of names, places, and events is purely coincidental." The drowsiness that had been plaguing Emily vanished in an instant, swallowed by her frustration with the unempathetic man who now seemed comfortable in his corner. Unfortunately, Emily felt like she was just a decoration in her own bridal room. She jotted down a series of short sentences as an expression of her feelings on her I*******m story: 'A Mannequin Bride.'

****** Sam's stepfather shares her body with his friends. This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Enjoy. ******

He laid on the couch and continued the story. A few hours later, Jimmy found himself in the main hall, surrounded by the servants. He was telling them one of the stories he wrote back in his world. The story about a young prince who chose a commoner over a thousand and made him his husband. All the creatures were dreaming with the beautiful romantic story. They were eager to know how the two princes were going to fall in love and how the king of another kingdom was going to conquer a handsome knight. Jimmy found strange happiness in telling them what his imagination created. He smiled every time they would widen their eyes or squeal and clapped their hands when the king finally kissed his kn

They’re not the main characters in this story. So grab your wine, take off your bra, and settle in. We’re rewriting the damn narrative. ⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰ DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional.

You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for. If you've been around since the beginning, you know this "short story" had a little identity crisis. It started as a quick idea, a little spark, and then it just... kept growing. Like a very polite, very well-dressed monster that just wouldn't stop eating my brain cells. And now, here we are, at the final page. This book is done! And I’m going to be honest with you about the ending, particularly that final chapter. I know some of you might be thinking, "Curvy, what gives? Where was the last-minute spice? The grand finale hookup?"

“You were reading a finance book in the lobby café. And your presentation landed us the biggest deal with M.Co too,” I frowned. “That was like… three months ago.” “Yes.” “You noticed that?” His voice lowered again. “You were biting your lip while you read.” Heat shot straight to my face. “You’re unbelievable.” “So is your habit of pretending you’re invisible.” I folded my arms defensively. “Maybe I like being invisible.” He leaned closer again. Close enough that his voice brushed my ear. “No,” he murmured. “You don’t.” A shiver ran through me. Before I could respond, he stepped back. The sudden space felt strange, Like something had been taken away.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

The old castle stood high on the rocky hill where the forest met the mountains. Its stone walls were cracked and covered with thick vines. No one had lived there for hundreds of years. People in the nearby village whispered that the place held something dangerous. Something that burned hotter than any flame. Elias had heard all the stories but he still came anyway. At twenty six years old he felt stuck in his small quiet life. He worked in the village bakery during the day and spent his nights reading old books about forgotten magic. One book spoke of a fire demon who once ruled these lands. The words pulled at him until he could not stay away.

This story is about a first date gone extremely wrong. By the way, this story is all FICTION! None of the characters or situations that happened are based on real people or real events. Everything came up from my head. I only took inspiration from learning a lot of sexual abuse and reading stories from women and men. So don't think that The Pink Devil is based on a real life individual, because that's not the case. Who is this story for?