Hero Stories Fiction Novels & Stories

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.

“ Shame. After that first time, she hadn't been able to summon up the courage to come back, and all she could do was wish she would take back her words. Their last fight had been a brutal, bitter one. He was part of a special forces team that worked out of the country, and she had accused him of cheating on his many trips away. She had called him a poor village rat who had just managed to get away from being an errand boy to illegal oil miners. ”And guess what still?“ she had shrill into his face that night, ”Tou will always have the stench of a village on you. No matter how far you run! You'll never get away from it. Never!“

He handed me a bottle of water and sat down beside me on the wooden floor. I asked, “Do you ever get tired of seeing beauty in everything?” He smiled faintly. “Sometimes. But then I remember that beauty isn’t always what’s perfect. Sometimes it’s what’s honest even when it hurts.” I turned that over in my mind. “I think I’ve been writing scared,” I admitted. “Afraid to be honest. Afraid to feel too much.” “Maybe honesty is exactly what your story needs,” he said gently. “Even if it’s messy.”

"You think just because your parents are dead, the rest of us have to treat you like a princess? I've put up with it, fine. But Brianna is not your punching bag." Everything went still. I stared at him like I was looking at a stranger. My parents died because they were heroes. They stepped in to save someone and were killed for it. I didn't even find out until sophomore year, when the man who did it was finally caught. The day I went to the cemetery, both Dexter and Brianna stood at my mother's grave and swore they'd take care of me, that they'd never let me be hurt. Now one of them was crying like I was the one who'd wronged her, and the other had his arms locked around her, looking at me l

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

I wasn’t sure if it was because of his silly face or it was my body’s post-response to all the tears that I’ve shed. “Have you ever tried wishing for a new life?” His voice became serious and he gave out a warm yet dodgy smile. “You know, Japanese and Korean comics have been too popular as of the moment because of its reincarnation or transmigration stories. Have you ever wished to experience the same thing?” Scenes from the stories that I have read flowed in my mind smoothly, it was as if someone intended that I remember it. In a slow manner, I nodded at him. “Well, I’ll lie if I say I didn’t. But I know it was just a fleeting dream.” I faced the window—silently asking to end our conversati