Hallmark Stories Novels & Stories

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

I smiled and moved in with him. As we stepped into the marbled floor lobby, a big but silent WOW escaped my lips. Hanging around near the center, by the counter was a chandelier of bubbles. Or should I say bubbles forming a chandelier? On one dim side was a glass panel revealing the blinking city lights and the opposite was the vast sea lit naturally by the bright full moon. What a serene and romantic view! A red carpet was laid at the center aisle perhaps leading towards the various rooms. An attendant approached us, "Do you have any reservation Sir?"

The question was a whisper. "One night," he said, stepping forward. The air about him was an icy river, moss of stone, damp, clean air underground. No whiff of decay, but of buried mysteries. "One evening in my kingdom. As my guest. As my…" He smiled, his black eyes savoring her, from shaking hands to large, bookish eyes, “….beloved companion. With that, you will be aware of what your books and your artifacts can only imply.” It was insanity, bargaining with the God of the Dead. And yet, every surviving cell in her body, every academic ambition, screamed yes. This was the ultimate first-hand account. This was to be knowledge.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

Joshua and I were there to visit Grandpa Hubert. Back then, he was the one who brought me into the Hamilton family, treating me like his own granddaughter all these years. But his health had taken a turn lately, and he spent most of his time overseas recovering. This trip back was for his 80th birthday, and I'd heard he'd be leaving again soon after. After seeing Grandpa Hubert, Joshua got a call and stepped out to the back garden, leaving me in a quiet corner to wait. "I thought you wouldn't come back."

It pulses once, like a heartbeat. I swallow hard. Strange things have always happened when I’m upset, lights flickering, books falling, dreams that feel too real, but this feels different. Like the pendant is reacting to something out there. Or calling to it. The fog thins as we turn onto a narrow road lined with lanterns shaped like pumpkins. They sway even though there’s no wind. “Hallow’s Edge goes all out for Halloween,” Ms. Carter says cheerfully. “Biggest festival in the county. You’ll be here just in time.”

I looked at the entrance of my room and that was when it dawned on me that I didn't close the door ☘︎☘︎☘︎☘︎☘︎ Hi guys. What's up?? How are you all doing? Who do you think interrupted the kiss?😂😂 What do you think about the friendship between Amara, Michelle and Christabel?? What do you think about the "Almost kiss scene"? Do you like it?? I love you all.♥︎♥︎♥︎

“Oh yeah, I forgot that this is a cheap apaprtment.” I laughed with him, my baritone voice echoing through the bathroom. “It is the best lowkey restaurant I could find.” “Ohhh… is that all this is about?” Harold’s tone was full with realization and some tinge of stillness. I know this because of the best characterizations I got from my hybrid mother is the ability to detect the exact emotions from werewolves. “Yeah, you know I hate paparazzi and the outside world, especially on big days.” “So you prefer to hide out in small,shabby and cheap hotels?”

"Dexter, let's just leave. I'm losing my mind. Let's go find Ivy. If she just explains things one more time, if she just says I didn't betray her, this all goes away." Online harassment was a terrifying thing. It meant bugs showing up in someone's food for no reason, dorm windows getting smashed in the middle of the night, and packages arriving with bloody knives inside. Dexter wasn't faring much better. "What do you want me to do?" he snapped. "Where am I supposed to go? Clearwater's a big place. Where would I even start looking for her?" He'd seen me online. Weston University had invited our orchestra to perform at their anniversary gala. Instead of my usual violin, I played the harp, ench