Novel & Cerita Great Short Reads

Hot sweaty nights that left them breathless and soft quiet mornings where they just held each other. Simple. Real. And very very good.

Michael moved closer to the couch again, his presence undeniable and magnetic. His knees nudged mine apart, opening me up just wide enough that a cool draft of air kissed the damp heat between my legs. It was a sensation that shot straight through me, making my thighs tremble. His hand came up, large and warm, to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. His fingers were so rough, just a little bit calloused from who knows what, and they sent shivers down my spine. I felt a sudden, desperate need for more, a hunger that went beyond simple curiosity.

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?"

I experience a short reprieve as shorter brown haired man shoves him unconfidently out of the way. I’m very grateful, I must say, that this cock is quite a bit wider but far shorter at maybe only 4 inches. This little man couldn’t cover me in filth like the previous 7 inch cock, and I can’t help but beg for them to please, please destroy my body; to use me the way they would a streetwalker, a WHORE!

he whispered, his tone inviting, daring me to play. I nodded, heart racing, my pussy already dampening at his proximity. “Just reading,” I lied, clutching the book tighter, but he saw through me, stepping closer until his chest nearly brushed mine. “I think you’re reading the wrong kind of story,” he teased, his hand grazing my hip, fingers trailing under my skirt, testing my reaction.

My legs felt shaky as I descended the stairs, the cool wood against my bare feet doing nothing to calm the fire still burning between my thighs. The dream clung to me like a second skin, Alex’s thick cock stretching me open, his dirty growls in my ear, the way I’d moaned like a slut while he fucked me senseless in my own bed. My soaked panties rubbed against my swollen clit with every step, sending little sparks up my spine. I tugged the hem of my tiny sleep shorts down, but they barely covered anything. My thin tank top clung to my breasts, nipples still hard and obvious. Part of me hoped he’d notice. The other part was terrified he would.

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

Summer squeezed her way through, her face discolored, when she saw the records. She shrieked, “This must be a mistake!” Summer snatched the bank statements out of Kendra’s hands and started flipping through them. Though the camera didn’t capture the bills, the viewers in the livestream caught on that there was something more to the numbers. Piqued with curiosity, the viewers asked Kendra to give them a close-up of the evidence. Kendra complied, and the viewers were stunned to silence as the bills came into focus. It took a while before a comment emerged. “Hold up. She wired three hundred bucks for a three-thousand-dollar fridge?”

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

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