Long Short Story Novels & Stories

The Underground Fighter The underground fight club smelled like blood, sweat, and cheap beer. Concrete walls, dim red lights, and a chain-link cage in the center where two men were beating the shit out of each other. The crowd roared every time a punch landed. I stood near the back, notebook hidden in my jacket, trying to look like I belonged. My name is Caleb. Twenty-four. Rich kid turned journalist, chasing a story on the illegal fight scene for a big exposé. I was not supposed to be here. But the deeper I dug, the more I needed to see it for myself.

I threw on a simple tank top that rubbed against my bare tits and soft cotton shorts that clung to my ass, no bra, nipples already stiff from the morning chill. Downstairs the smell of coffee hit me hard and I heard Liam before I even saw my twenty-year-old son loud and excited, talking nonstop about his all-day gaming marathon with his online crew, his voice carrying through the kitchen like he owned the morning. Ryan came down right after, Liam’s cocky best friend who was crashing here for the whole summer. Shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips, the thick outline of his cock hanging heavy and obvious, the fat head pressing against the gray fabric every time he moved.

Kylan groaned too Kylan’s fingers dug in tighter, guiding my movements so every grind dragged my ass up and down the full length of his shaft, the head catching right against my hole through the fabric and making me whimper softly. I could feel how soaked my shorts were getting, both from my own leaking cock and the way his pre-cum was starting to dampen the material between us. My balls pulled up tight, and my dick pulsed with every filthy slide, the pressure building so intense that I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning too loud. His cock nestled right between my cheeks, and every rock made my own dick throb harder against his stomach. By the time the five minutes dragged to an end I w

Chapter 2: Finger fucking in class I walked into Professor Harlan’s lecture hall the next morning wearing my shortest skirt yet, my heart pounding with excitement. I had no panties underneath, it was just my smooth, bare skin that was already getting slick from the thrill of what I planned to do. After yesterday’s little show in Blake’s office, I knew I had his attention, and now I was going to push him further.

*** During my wedding to arms dealer Leigh Holt, his secret lover Sloane Cherie suddenly went into labor. Leigh shot to his feet, snatched up his jacket, and turned to leave. "Lira, something's happened with Sloane. I have to go right now," he said, his voice sharp with worry. His eyes met mine, but there was no guilt there. The hall fell into a stunned hush, every guest's gaze pinning us like spotlights.

We hope that you enjoyed this story despite its length, It is, after all, truly worth the read. And yes, do look forward to much shorter stories in the near future. For now, we will need to say goodnight and goodbye. This is your Supernatural Spa Storyteller, The Diwata, hoping that you come back once again for more mystical, strange, and even terrifying tales. Fare thee well...

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

The Story of Russell and Samantha: NOTE, THIS EPISODE IS TAKEN FROM 'NOT YOUR AVERAGE GEEK', A STORY BY THE SAME AUTHOR CURRENTLY LEFT ON-HOLD. ***** I woke up drenched in sweat. It's almost November, yet California weather is as always; unpredictable.

She was sobbing uncontrollably. Joshua rapidly approached her, and she couldn't stop him this time. He gently wrapped his arms around her. "Is this how you see me? A bitch? A slut? A low-class woman? Damn you, Joshua." She sobs as Joshua hugs her firmly and apologizes repeatedly. "It's your fault. Y-you don't pay attention to me anymore. Y-you don't care about me. You don't want me anymore," Danica sobbed. "Damn you, Joshua Dela Cruz, damn you!"

Hikari didn't have any idea to run from it. So he just accepts it. He says to them that it maybe takes a long time for it. They say to Hikari that he shouldn't be serious about it because they just want Hikari to create a short story. So, Hikari asks them how long the story length that they want. After they tell Hikari the details about it, Hikari thinking about the story for a while and tell them about it.