Novel & Cerita German Short Stories

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

Away from the hacking oldster near the exit blowing the snot out his nose while rain pelted the sidewalk outside. Wondered if maybe somewhere around some long-forgotten corner there was a war-time love story to be found. A tale about some dazzling soldier marching into the life of an ordinary Plain Jane to be her destined One and Only before bravely heading into battle. A moment later, with a final sniff from the decrepit cashier guarding the door, the quiet returned. She stopped. Looked at the shelves. Saw more BIOGRAPHY. Squatting, heel to backside, she wiggled a small volume free from its neighbors. German title. German text. Simple drawings with German captions.

Omar looked at her face The moon was glimmered its luminous on her face while her nose pin shines through it, Her white teeth biting her bottom lip while her hair was softly flowing with breeze Omar didn't realize when he started leaning towards her, feelings his closeness to her, Hana fisted his shirt, her heart jumping in hr chest. "Hana!" When their lips was inches apart, Omar called her, to ask for permission. Hana hold onto his arm tightly, not having strength to open her eyes or nod her head. Two budding flowers in lawn faced each other as moon hide itself behind clouds to spread darkness. The End

(***) Gabrielle The snow didn’t fall, it attacked. It was a furious white wall that had erased the world, shrinking my universe down to four walls of thick logs, the heat of a fireplace, and a piercing scent of cedar—clean and masculine—that acted like a drug, clouding my judgment and forcing me to inhale deeper. I had been trapped there for two days. Two days since my hike turned into a white nightmare and I stumbled, half-frozen, upon Gunnar's cabin. He sat in his worn leather armchair, cleaning a hunting knife with a calmness that contrasted violently with the chaos outside.

"I'm Max. And you look like you need a better night than standing here alone." They started talking. Max was from Munich but lived in Berlin now for work as a photographer. He said he loved capturing bodies in motion especially when they were raw and real. Alex told him he was visiting from London and needed to clear his head. The more they talked the closer they stood. Max's hand brushed Alex's arm and stayed there.

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)

‎ ‎Even as thoughts came rushing in her head, Elena could not deny the arousal she was feeling. ‎ ‎"I can smell your arousal. I can see the dark spot your wetness has made on your shorts. I can see the proof that you want me. It's all over your face and in your eyes. F*****g hell! Let me taste you, Elena". ‎ ‎With his last words, he dipped his head in-between her thighs and inhaled deeply through her shorts. ‎ ‎Elena just looked on, mesmerized. She knew she needed to stop him. This was wrong, this was very wrong. It needed to stop.

She moaned so loudly that even a hotel staff cleaning outside could hear them. The staff became excited and tried to look through the keyhole as it was already night and chances of someone catching him was slim. He saw a couple going wild in bed together. He notices a beautiful woman who was Sunna completely naked getting smashed by her lover. He couldn't control himself but watch them through a keyhole. Then he went to the washroom and masterbate fantasising about Sunna 's hot body . He soon cummed.

I wanted to see if their boldness in their stares translated to their actions. As the bell rang, signaling the end of the period, the students began to pack up. Usually, they rushed out, but today was different. There was a coordinated silence. They didn't leave. Instead, they stayed in their seats, watching me. I walked back to my desk, feeling the air thick with unspoken desire. I sat down, crossing my legs, which caused my skirt to slide up, exposing a generous amount of my pale, smooth thighs. I saw Rex nudge Leo, and a smirk played on his lips.