Great Short Books Novels & Stories

They knew better. I remember one day when Venus came home from school and she walked straight past Zeus without even looking at him. This was a few months before we left for training. Venus had just turned twelve at the time. After bribing her with chocolate chip cookies and chocolate milk he got her to tell him what was wrong. Apparently a group of boys at school were always picking on her about not having any friends. Normally she handled it well. Able to give it right back to them. Venus had always chosen to keep to herself. We knew she thought friends were a waste of time. She was constantly studying, or reading, or just listening to music. She said friends would come later, but for rig

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*Sophie* I collapsed onto my own bed, the cheap mattress springs groaning under my weight like they were as exhausted as I was now. The room was tiny, a glorified closet in the freshman hall of Westbridge University, but it was mine now, at least for the next nine months. Posters of indie bands and a half hearted attempt at string lights covered the cinderblock walls. My desk was buried under open textbooks, empty Red Bull cans, and a tangle of charging cords. The single window looked out onto the rainy quad, gray afternoon light filtering through the blinds I’ve forgotten to close.

Above my head, the phone chirped and sang, "Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring." Mom pulled out the ice tray, took the bag of minced meat, and spread it on the floor to inspect it. I was about to burst into tears. "Beatrice, are you an idiot? You actually froze your phone in the refrigerator. It's no wonder you didn't answer when I called. What exactly is inside your head?

“You are pathetic.” Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public.” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.”

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

The corners were worn, the spine cracked in a way that made it fragile, like it held too much. I’d started it the week after my sixteenth birthday—the night he had looked at me across the dinner table for just a second too long, and something inside me had shifted forever. I opened it. The pages were full. Completely full. Some entries were short. I saw him today and my heart forgot how to beat. Some were long. Three pages about his hands—how they poured vodka, the scars and veins, how I imagined those fingers inside me, how I had touched myself afterward until I cried because he would never know.

The one who rooted for love even when it seemed impossible. Thank you. Thank you for walking through every emotion, every storm, and every fragile moment in these stories. Thank you for believing in characters who were imperfect, stubborn, and human. You gave them life by reading. These books were not just love stories, they were pieces of what it means to be alive. To fall. To rise. To be hurt and still choose to open your heart again. To everyone who has ever been Nina, Jasmine, Lena, Olivia or Zara, this collection is for you.

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

I can choose a much thinner book… The 33 Strategies of War- Robert Greene I stared at it for a while, and then I shrugged the thought and went back to the table. Minnie ignored me and didn't even look up to see what I got. She's too engrossed with the book that I think she wouldn't even notice me leaving. I glanced at the book again and decided to start reading.