Great Short Reads Novels & Stories

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

He said in excitement and Charles nodded in agreement beside him as he sat up. “There's this one lady at the strippers’ section. I heard she's a beast! Men literally fight to get her home with them. I want to try her tonight, she's so fucking sexy. You have to come, man, you're missing out on a lot because you're a damn workaholic,” Charles quipped, but I was uninterested as I watched them talk and talk about how much fun “they” were gonna have. Until someone knocked softly. The door pushed open to reveal Lena and she walked in with her usual innocent smile as she placed documents on my desk.

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

The circle was drawn in Himalayan salt and crushed pomegranate seeds, the air thick with the scent of burnt honey and Ava's desperation. She wasn't praying; she was bargaining. Her knife, usually an extension of her will, felt heavy and dull in her hand. The critics' words echoed, derivative, lacking fire, safe, carved deeper wounds than any blade. Michelin stars felt like distant, dying embers. Inspiration had deserted her like a fickle lover. So, she turned to the unconventional section of her grandmother's grimoire, the one bound in suspiciously soft, warm leather. Incubus Minor: For Creative Ignition. Price: Nights of Service.

The book is a mini short novel with just 70 chapters but yeah, it was worth reading. [ Curious about the book Stella read? , Check out my book Titled, A CRUSH on Good novel, it has only seven chapters currently so..., * Wink * ] As I finished reading, I didn't feel bored again, I now felt better. Soon, A song titled only love By Jordan Smith Started playing. How many more are we gonna take? How many nights do we have to lie awake? How many tears are we gonna cry? We can wish until the well runs dry?

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❤️!!

I texted her and then got a reply telling me it was a wrong number, we shared a few messages but then she didn't reply anymore, I didn't think anything of it but now I'm kind of bored so whatever. I unlock my cell phone and type. “Are you around?” *send* “Yes, what do you want? I'm busy now” “What are you doing?” “Nothing that concerns you” He answers bluntly and surprisingly makes me laugh. “Ruda… I like them that way” “I don't care how you like them, stop writing me” “Okay. Okay, I won't bother you anymore” “Thank you” “I'm bored, I won't stop writing you.” 5min later I don't get a reply and I snort. Bored.

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Long Story Short, I survived. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

well she is to blame for it There were alot of thousands messages but it wasn't like she was going to read them But still she opened the one on top. The id name was very weird. "Be My Girlfriend? who names them this way?" she thought and casually read the first message. For some reason she found herself reading all of his 400 above messages. All he asked was how she was and if she was okay and it's okay to not be okay. mostly she received comments and messages complaining or cursing her but this person..... When she read his most recent message she was on verge of tears.