Library Short Story Novels & Stories

The lecture hall was still buzzing with chatter as I gathered my books after the final class of the day. I was wearing one of my favorite outfits — a short, pleated skirt that showed off my long legs and a tight white blouse that hugged my full breasts, the top two buttons left undone so just a hint of cleavage peeked out. The bruise on my left nipple had faded to a faint mark, but every time the fabric brushed against it I remembered Daddy’s mouth and fingers claiming that same spot.

Title: Stranger in the Dark Room Chapter 2: I stepped out of that small storage room on shaky legs, my ass still throbbing from the hard fuck. The club music hit me again like a wave, but everything felt distant now. My mind was replaying the way that stranger had used me so roughly against the wall. I could still feel the stretch, the way his thick cock had pounded deep. Cum from my own load had dried on my stomach under my shirt, and my hole felt slick and open.

Hiking and horny 🍆🍆💦💦💋 Chapter 1: Faking a cramp💦🫦 I’d driven out to the secluded state park for some fresh air and solitude or at least that’s what I told myself. In reality, I was craving something more thrilling…sex. I hadn't had sex for like two weeks now. I was wearing my favorite hiking outfit: tight black compression shorts that hugged my ass and thighs, a cropped white tank top that showed off my toned stomach, and a sports bra underneath. My long dark hair was tied in a high ponytail that swayed with each step.

Swastik said "wait a second what is with this ms.Fireball? Her name is Manyata." Kashvi said with a confusing face "that you should ask your brother what he was doing yesterday." Manyata said "it's a short story but I won't tell you. Just know that your friend know me from yesterday and I know her. Not face to face but we know each other." Swastik said with a shrugg "what does it mean?" Ashvi asked "nothing. Leave it I'm not in the mood. We have more lectures to attend," Manyata said

~~ 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)⁠◜⁠✧ I will give all the information regarding the film on my |G page. Don't forget to f0llow me there. ×××× The last chapter marks the end of the first part of the story and from the next chapter, I will start the second part. Earlier I was making it in two books but now I am going to continue in this only (⁠✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠) Please don't forget to give gems and leave a review to let me know what you are expecting and how was the story so far. I will take it as my Diwali gift.

Chapter 2 My pussy flooded hotter, soaking the crotch of my shorts so I could feel the fabric clinging wet between my legs. I reached back with my free hand and stroked his hard cock over his pants, wrapping my fingers around the thick length and squeezing so I could feel every vein and the way the head was already leaking enough precum to make a damp spot on the fabric. “Shit, it’s so thick,” I breathed out, stroking him slowly and firmly while he kept mauling my tits with both hands now, one on each, lifting and squeezing them together so they spilled over his fingers.

His massive 11-inch cock pressed against my entrance again. “Your pussy is so small and your ass is tiny like meat pie,” he whispered darkly, thrusting into me in one slow, brutal stroke. I gasped, back arching as he stretched my tight walls. “I feel like spanking your ass and pussy until they’re red and swollen.”

Hallie Shaw lived her life judging everyone with a rigid scorecard. When we were dating, she used to say that any person or event scoring below ninety points wasn't worth a second of her time. After marriage, every single thing I did was evaluated. On our wedding anniversary, I prepared a full spread of her favorite dishes. She took one bite and said, "Eighty-nine points." Then she set down her utensils and left to share a meal with Miles, who allegedly had a poor appetite. For the company's anniversary party, I tried on twenty-seven suits, only for her to glance at me and say, "Eighty-eight points. Not suitable to bring along." That very night, she walked into the celebration with Mil

The curious eighteen-year-old now padded out of the house barefoot, wearing a loose pair of drawstring shorts, without panties, and a cropped T-shirt without a bra that she planned to sleep in. She was petite, with tightly compact curves, but she often wished she had bigger tits, even though her legs were shapely, curving into a pertly rounded ass.

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.