Japanese Short Stories Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 The bookstore smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, the way it always did on event nights. Elena Reyes stood at the front of the packed reading room, microphone in hand, watching twenty kids and their parents lean forward as she finished the last chapter of the bedtime story. Laughter rippled through the crowd. A little girl in the front row clapped so hard her pigtails bounced. Then her phone buzzed on the podium. Once. Twice. Three times. She ignored it until the applause died down. Only then did she glance at the screen.

Especially Jake and Tyler. They were the closest to my brother. They were also the ones who gave me wet dreams. I noticed the way their gazes lingered on my legs whenever I wore shorts, the way they intentionally brushed past me whenever we passed each other in the kitchen. The tension was electric and I didn't know what to do with all that without seeming desperate. So like the normal person I was, I found solace in watching p**n. It was my guilty pleasure that no one knew about. And I didn't intend to let anyone know that I got myself off by watching other people getting fucked.

I whispered, suddenly very aware of how thin my tank top was. He moved closer, stopping at the edge of my bed. “Yeah. You. I’ve been fantasizing about you for weeks, Jordan. Every time you walk around in those tiny shorts… every time you laugh at my stupid jokes. I can’t fucking take it anymore.” Before I could respond, he sat on the edge of the bed and reached for me. His hand cupped the back of my neck as he pulled me into a deep, hungry kiss. I moaned into his mouth, shocked but instantly melting. His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming me with raw need. One of his big hands slid under my tank top, groping my breast roughly.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised – triggers for non-consensual undertones in fantasy context, size difference, and intense power play. This is going to be a long series. Enjoy ;) CHAPTER ONE

she giggled and shook her head. “I was attacked by a werewolf early this month on my way home from the cafe I worked in. We closed late that day but I didn't think it a big deal cos my house was a five minutes jog from that place. It attacked me but I managed to escape. Not without a bite tho.” Damien explained and hung his arm over Jade's stomach.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

Now lost to her pleasures, Yasmine continued fucking herself, unable to contain her moans and groans. It wasn't until she was done that she realized the cou9le in the other room had stopped, and she could only hear the whispers coming from their room. “I think she's alone and having sex with just herself!” Yasmine's eyes widened in horror. Had she just been caught masturbating?! Author's Note: The F1 series will continue soon, guys. I just wanted to toss this in. Apologies for the long wait. Thank you for reading.

But my pulse kept racing and my core kept tightening every time she looked my way or spoke my name. That first night they showed me where I would sleep. A narrow wardrobe room attached to her bedroom. Sliding door. Thin futon on the floor. Close enough to hear if she called. Far enough to pretend there was a line between us. I changed into my sleeping yukata, thin cotton that clung to my skin when I sweated. I lay down in the dark and tried to ignore the way my nípples stayed hard against the fabric. I tried to ignore the slow, insistent throb between my thighs.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

It would make her fantasies so much more real. While Mr. Ryan worked on his belt, the redhead tried to stand. “No.” He barked. “Stay where you are.” He pulled at his zipper until it pushed over the bulge. Jessica melted when the heavy length of his c**k sprung free. Her thighs quivered beneath the desk and her juices soaked her fingers. It was incredible, so thick and engorged. Throbbing the way Jessica's clit throbbed. She licked her lips, eager to take him inside her p***y. Since she couldn't, she stuck one finger in her hole, in an effort to satisfy the ache.