Longest Short Story Novels & Stories

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

" I wanted to tell Mom that Dad hadn't divorced her because she couldn't cook. It was her obsessive need for control and her paranoid personality that suffocated him and drove him away. But I lacked the courage to say it. I lowered my eyes and followed Mom home submissively, admitting my mistakes to Grayson to protect her pride. That night, he beat me again. Life was truly unfair. Grayson and I were both only five feet and four inches tall, yet he was so much stronger than I was. He had beaten me so badly that I couldn't get out of bed.

You deserve someone who stays. He hit send before he could overthink it. Then he closed the laptop and felt like he was going to throw up. The next morning he woke to a notification. **VesperVixen replied to your message:** **VesperVixen:** That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s said to me in a long time. Thank you. Really. Where are you from, quietreader? Noah stared at the message for ten full minutes. Then he typed back. **quietreader87:** A small town by the coast. Two hours from the city. You wouldn’t know it.

His pants dropped, revealing black boxer briefs strained by the thick bulge of his erection. He was enormous, the outline pressing insistently against the fabric. My pulse thundered in my ears, a reluctant curiosity blooming despite the dread. What would it feel like to have that inside me, stretching me to my limits? Rafe hooked his thumbs in the waistband and shoved the briefs down, his cock springing free. It was thick, veined, at least nine inches long, the head flushed and glistening with pre-cum. He stroked himself once, slowly, his eyes darkening as he watched my reaction.

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.

"Of all the chronicles in the Infinity Vaults—even those detailing the creation of the star-clusters—this one is considered the greatest story ever told?" Beside him, an elderly scholar named Eldrin, whose long robes were woven from the fabric of twilight itself, nodded slowly. He placed a gentle, withered hand on the young man’s shoulder. "It is the greatest, Jarek, because it is the only story that managed to rewrite the spiritual gravity of the universe. Other histories tell us how worlds were conquered or how magic was structured. This story tells us how a shattered soul taught an entire creation how to love."

The filthiness of it, bent over my broken-down car in the middle of nowhere, getting fucked hard by a stranger covered in grease, pushed me over the edge fast. “Colt… I’m gonna cum!” I screamed. “Cum then,” he snarled, reaching around to rub my clit. “Cum loud for me.” I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me violently, my pussy gushing around his thick cock as I cried out into the night. My legs shook so hard I could barely stand. Colt groaned deeply, pounding me through my orgasm before burying himself to the hilt. He came hard, flooding my pussy with thick, hot spurts of cum.

"Stop what?" "You know what." He did not open them again. "Forty years I've collected this and I've never once found a story where anybody got a second one, and you've had yours, and it's finished, and if you build another twenty-six years on top of eleven seconds, I will have died for nothing." I have not.

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a

Mom chuckled, “I don’t think it was adapted into a play, but it is a short story. An old one, at that.” I forgot that mom had been reading more lately. “Are you familiar with it?” “Well sure, it’s a simple story. To boil it down, it’s about a guy who has too much pride and takes a stupid deal that would inevitably lead to his death just to, in my opinion, show off.” I froze in my chair and stared at her blankly for a minute before I finally said, “Huh.” “It’s an odd choice of story to use.” “He said that I was the challenging green monster because of my eyes and personality.”