French Short Stories Novels & Stories

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

He gained his trust in 5 years which he definitely couldn't let go so easily. Keith saw an old woman walking down the street and she seemed weak to him. He made sure no one was around and the old woman was alone. He reached his hand down to his pocket and held his knife which was covered He walked slowly and waited for the old woman to come closer to him. As the woman came closer, he took out his knife and pointed it towards her wrinkled face. “Give me your valet old woman! Hurry up!" The old woman shivered and held her paper bag close to her chest.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

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

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

If a nation’s culture survives, then so too does the nation. These were the words that passed through Celeste’s mind as she eagerly awaited the train. The underground was a strange place at this time, a place where the underclass crawled from their hidden tenements and stalked the night. Nobody knew her habit. By day Celeste was a pretty normal girl. She generally kept herself to herself, and didn’t ruffle any feathers. By night, she was Franny McCandle, graffiti artist and vandal.

He just looked at me with those dark eyes and his grip on my hair tightened so suddenly and so sharply that a cry tore from my throat before I could stop it, the burn shooting from my scalp all the way down my spine. He used the grip to bring my face closer until our lips were grazing and I could feel every controlled breath he took against my mouth. He bit my bottom lip so hard I tasted metal and winced. "The next time you raise your hand at me. I'm going to fuck you so hard until you beg me to stop. And you know who's going to be our guest to watch?" His lips grazed her ear. "Quel bastardo stupido che chiami marito." ( That stupid bastard you call your husband )

I'm afraid I'll have to stop here Princess or else I might wet my own paper after working so hard on writing. I promise I'll be back soon Lia. Don't forget me okay? Love you. Your Little Prince, Zale Felix Cohen. " - You remember how your heart had slowly ripped inside your chest as you read every written word. You recalled the faint drops mingling with the letters written on that piece of paper. Those tears didn't come from you though. They were already there when you got the letter. They were his tears. You remember noticing the messy penmanship, grudged in a way than usual. Your heart snapped when you realize he was writing it with a trembling hand.

Cora’s POV. “SMACK!” My skin sizzled from the impact of Ace's spank. I couldn't hold back the helpless moan escaping my lips. His palm grabbed onto the seam of my bum shorts, and he pulled it really hard, letting the fabric sit tightly between my folds. It felt so teasing, so hot, and my clit throbbed in response to the friction. “The way those pretty pink lips of yours fall out of your shorts is quite the sight. I wonder what they'll look like by the time I'm done fucking you,” he growls, now pulling the seam of my shorts back and forth.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.