Great Short Books Novels & Stories

They go up the steps as the boat comes to a stop. "We're stopping here?" We hear the woman ask. "Yeah. Here, drink this, it's time for the party." One man says. Tatum opens the closet door, and we step out. "I don't think I should drink anymore." She says nervously. "It's okay; there's very little alcohol in this drink." We hear nothing, so we assume she's drinking whatever they gave her. It may work in our favor because she will think she was dreaming if she sees the two giant gorillas.

Gabby's eyes darted around. "What?" "Would.You.Like.Another.Book.Eleanor?" Eleanor watched Gabby look around and looked around herself. Were they being watched? "Wh... I... Uhm... Sure." Gabby left and came back a while later with a big book titled, 'THE LEGENDS OF BIGFOOT"

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.

What the fuck was she thinking? “Can you give me ten minutes?” I interrupted the person speaking and he stared at me in confusion. “I have a little headache, I'll take some medication and get back to you in ten minutes tops,” I explained and without waiting for him to agree, I turned the projector off. It was insane to see how much she affected me. I did let her affect me so badly; I wasn't surprised, but it still stung. I rubbed the sides of my temples in annoyance when the door opened and my oh my, my slutty secretary finally showed up.

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read. "Ella, stop slouching around and get to work" my manager yells at me, there was no one in the shop while I was sitting around here. I looked up to see a woman standing next to the register, I huffed angrily and put the book away before walking over to the nice looking lady. "Hi ma'am, how may I help you?" I ask the woman, she was only about five feet tall, with brown long hair and brown eyes. "Hello, I'm here for the new werewolf story" she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

I didn’t even like books. Maybe that should’ve been my first clue. But after getting dumped by my ex—over text, mind you—I needed something, anything, to take my mind off it. That’s how I found myself in this dimly lit club, clutching a glossy pamphlet I barely skimmed before showing up. The Book Club: Where Your Desires Come Alive.

Thank you. Second: This is Planned to be a short book. Atleast for now. Do tell me if you're liking it so far or not? ritika. ♥

I took a taxi I couldn't afford, arriving at the office before even the janitorial staff had finished the lobby. I had already made arrangements. Mr. Graham's coffee and bagels were scheduled for a hot, precision-timed delivery. I was going to pitch my case for the Dublin trip today, and I needed him in the best mood possible. I needed him docile. Or, at the very least, not actively trying to incinerate me with his gaze. I was at my desk, straightening my pens with neurotic precision, when I saw a box tucked under the corner of my workstation. It bore a sleek black seal that read: Pleasure Society.