Indian Stories Novels & Stories

I wanted to choke on his cock and then ride it till I couldn't walk anymore. Davin seemed like a very complicated man. He was cold and never spoke unless it was necessary. The world knew he was a billionaire, a top CEO in the Mafia world. But I suspected he was a shady man, he probably had hands in the underworld, which was why he never allowed me into his study. Said it was private stuff not meant for me to know.

I'm very grateful to her, but after years of closing myself off from everyone, it's not easy to open up again. I finished getting ready for school, so I went down to have breakfast. As usual, Aunt Autumn made one of her odd flavoured pancakes. It was purple this time, which was a lot better than the green pancakes she made last time. It tasted like ube, which is a purple yam that we got from my grandmother yesterday. To be honest, despite receiving so much stuff from her, I've actually never met my grandmother. Ever since that accident, the thought of passing by the same place where my mother died... It just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

The fishermen were so happy and asked Robert mallow to follow them back to their village. All the villagers were so happy when they saw the crocodile, "who killed the crocodile?" asked by the leader of the villagers. The fishermen pointed to Robert mallow. Immediately the leader of the villagers bowed down and said "legend of the jungle" all the villagers bowed down and started halling him. Robert mallow went back to his castle.

The people of the central district used to wear a necklace of sapphire on which they drew the sign of peace with silver. The people of western district used to carry a golden pocket watch on which they wrote about a legend of Ard's creation. The legend is, "The water has a big role in creation but fire is the one who gives the shape to this world." Thus, that golden pocket watch can tell you the person is actually western.

Hearing his words, Rebecca completely panicked. She clutched her stomach tightly as if her life depended on it. The Pittman family was no longer what it used to be. They had been teetering on the edge of bankruptcy for a long time. If she couldn't keep this child, she would have no way of securing her position as Mrs. Gallagher. What was worse, she might even end up being handed over to that disgusting old pervert to be toyed with like some object!

Zahra whispered, not minding to hide the fear in her voice, “But why had they set fifteen huts ablaze?” “I can’t say for sure,” Dodo turned her attention to Zahra, “But my mother told me a story of how the three Kingdoms, after hunting, danced around a campfire. You want to hear the story?” “No,” Zahra and Ginika said in unison. They were not prepared to hear Dodo’s unending tale. She would only end up telling them of how her great, great, great grandmother, told her great, great grandmother and her great grandmother, to her… Her stories usually leave one hungry and light-headed, or it would knock you out.

Your words will actually make this Diwali a happy one (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) Most of my readers are non Indians and if you want to know more about Indian festivals, wedding rituals, etc, you can read my other dark romance story - 'Caged in the Dark Embrace of my Saviour.' available on G00d Novel. It has an Indian setting. ~~ I have good news to share with you all, the story 'Auctioned to my Brother's Best Friend' has been selected for a short film and soon it will be launched on Good Shorts and Dramabox 🥳 ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

Nandy. They would walk across the grounds to drop off Mahadev, then amble down to their apartment on the opposite end of the Madhuvan forest, all before nightfall. On Friday’s however, Mr. Nandy would recite a story and make the journey interesting. One day Jyotsna interrupted his excellent story about a sparrow couple and asked, “Tell us about the legend of Raja Krishna Chandra.” “It’s spooky. And real. Do you still wanna hear it?” He looked down at her. Everyone nodded.

AMARACHI (Amarachi Edwards) "This is the fifth school you're rejecting today." my mum said. She looked really frustrated and stressed. My mum is a single parent. My Dad died when I was still a little child. We just recently relocated from our former house so I had to change school.

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. *************************************************