Lovin' Short Fiction Novels & Stories

She smiled brightly before kissing him beneath the moonlight. And this time— There was no hiding. No shame. No fear of society. Only love. The kind that survives cruelty. The kind that heals loneliness. The kind that finally gives two broken people a place to belong. Together. Forever.

Adeline replied. “Oh, I have never been better,” Lovelina said, beaming with a joy that any human being was incapable of producing. “My husband surprised me with a trip to Rome. He is such a sweetheart, worships the ground I walk on.” She then turned to Anastasia with a curious smile. “Is this the friend you mentioned?” Adeline nodded eagerly. "Yes, Lovelina. She’s my best friend/ sister who really needs love and guidance. Her husband’s upset with her and has given her the cold shoulder. He is avoiding her like the plague. She is in desperate need.”

The Story Begins… There was a time in the past when werewolves and witches had interceptions among each other in the same land. However, a mutual hatred had emerged from a different angle of the world as to who was the greatest. This caused a huge unsettlement yet it was not so in San Antonio, they interrelated but they did not interbreed, as it was seen as an abomination. Queen Lorelai held a candle in his hand and walked to her secret room while chanting some words. When she got there, she lightened up a mini fire which she fueled with a chicken's intestine.

Jessie and he made passionate, mind-blowing love all night long, filling his heart with something warm. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Spinster”

“Porsche naman. Hindi na mabiro. Balik na nga lang ako sa pagiging Pambansang Bestfriend ulit. Pa-kiss nga ako.” Life is hard and scary so you need someone by your side, whether that someone is your friend, family, partner or all of them. So is love, kaya ang love ay hindi puwede sa mga taong duwag dahil ang takot ay ginagawa nilang excuse pero ang totoo ay tamad silang mag-effort mag-take ng risk, at ipakita ang sincerity nila para sa kanilang minamahal. -OH MY END!- Bonus: Tips Para Maka-Move On sa Kabiguan Ayon sa “Love is a Horror Story”

It’s been 4 days since I stayed with River. And every single day has been filled with so much love and happiness that it doesn’t even make sense. How could this beautiful woman make me, someone who has admittedly never been in love, feel how I’m feeling. I didn’t think something this wonderful could ever happen for me. Her smile brightens my day, her laugh makes my chest warm, her kisses make my skin tingle. And I know that as soon as she leaves I will inevitably be heartbroken. And after my heart gets broken by her, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.

I was breathless, he always got me there. The moonlight spilled into the room and was our only way of seeing anything. The dim light was comforting and made every unexpected touch intensify. I loved the feeling of him being close to me. His words rather whispers made me feel things I never felt before. Everything about him is unique and special, I love him and I will always do. Spending time with him is all I want, I pulled him closer to me, and as he pressed my naked body, I smiled and kissed him, he opened his mouth to make the kiss, even more, deeper, as his tongue played with mine, I moaned with satisfaction.

Hello Forbidden Love Stories Readers and Fans. I like to know what kind of story or tales would you like in this book next. I was thinking to go back to our starting days of the FLS sensual short stories of 1-3 chapters. If you agree, Like this chapter and leave comments and your opinions. I have many amazing full of lust and love short stories ready to go live for you guys. These are all my personal favorite premium short stories which I have been saving for days and it is time this gold comes to light to meet the readers.

Winson: “Don’t worry. I’ll call Shane all the time so she won’t miss me.” Lorain: “How many days will you be there?” She asked, sadness showing on her face. Winson: “I don’t know, Honey, how long I’ll be there. Besides, I’m going for work.” Lorain: “Is that so? Then there’s nothing I can do about it.” (she answered, hurt) Winson stood up and approached Lorain. He held her cheek and lifted it to meet their eyes. Winson: “Lorain, I love you.”

'It's you. I stayed until Tuesday morning, when we went to play golf. We made love five or six times, I lost count. We tried different positions: I took her from behind and held her hips as I thrust into her, entranced by the sight of her luscious red-brown tresses and the perfect curve of her shoulders; she straddled me and rode my cock to a groaning orgasm as she rubbed her clitoris against my pubic bone. And it was loving and giving and sensuous and I knew that I was starting to love Sandra very much, although I hadn't told her.