Great Short Books Novels & Stories

Speaking of the book. She looks at the clock in the bathroom. It’s still early, and being a Saturday, no one is up yet. But feeling wide awake now, Candace decides on a bath. Pulling off her boy shorts and chemise, she grabs the bottle of Entice. It’s strange, but while ready the book the girl became so entranced by it that when she finally came out of her stupor she found that she held the same bottle that was in every single one of the stories.

*The Brief for the Second Life* is published in March. The publisher who released the first book says, when she sends it, that the second book is harder to categorize and easier to read and will find a different audience from the first — not larger necessarily, but different. She says: yes. That is correct. The first book is for people who make things. The second book is for people who are wondering why what they make matters, and for the people who learn from watching the makers.

Gina said with her mouth full. Selena looked at her with a confused face. "Have you been reading more of those books?" She was referring to the books on Gina's desk that had weird titles like "How to properly unlock the door without the key." , "Speak like a smarty pants!" , "Who are you? I am the ugly world?" , "Books for people who are cops." And other titles. Selena didn't even want to think of how silly the contents were. Who on earth even wrote those books and where did Gina even get them?

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

To her dismay, Jane found herself walking down the hall to English with Lucy by her side, still talking, talking, talking. "I didn't know you were such a big reader, Jane," Lucy said, smiling at her. "I guess because your book-report books are always so short. But length isn't what matters in a book. I love a lot of short books, too. Just look at poetry. A poem can be any length. There are millions of wonderful poems that are only a few lines long. Like Emily Dickinson's poems. She can say more in two lines than most people can say in a hundred pages. What part are you up to in A Tale of Two Cities?"

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

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He looked up from whatever mess of papers he had on his desk, his dark hair all rumpled like he'd been yanking at it in frustration, and hit me with, "Elara come in and shut the door." My throat felt like it was closing up, my pulse thumping wild as I locked that door with a click that hung in the air like a dare. I'd picked my outfit that morning knowing damn well what I was doing: this ridiculously short plaid skirt that skimmed my thighs like it was allergic to coverage, the kind that yells "trouble" without making a sound. Paired it with a blouse so sheer it might as well have been a suggestion, molding to my body like a second skin. Bra? What bra? My nipples were already standing at att

One family member uttered, “Macie, surely, this is a mistake. This isn’t quite the New Year’s Eve spread we usually have. In previous years, the family would have a feast with plenty of the finest seafood. This year, the table looked barren, set with only a small buffet. The only thing remotely close to a shellfish blowout was a measly shrimp cocktail. Of course, the family was confused. “No, that’s no mistake.” I shook my head. Infuriated, Susan pressed, “I gave you money to host the New Year’s Eve party, and this is what you’re serving everyone?” I glanced at the spread and sighed. “Well, this is the best I can do with the limited budget.” My sister, Summer Fowler, said, her finger up my n