Mermaid Short Novels & Stories

She was dressed casually today in a tight tank top that hugged her ample curves and short shorts that showed off her long, toned legs. I couldn't help but stare appreciatively as she sashayed past me into the entryway. "Your mom isn't here?" she asked, an eyebrow raised. "How convenient." "I suppose it is," I agreed, closing the door behind her. "Especially since you're wearing those tiny little shorts. I bet I could slide my hand right up them and make you moan..." Meredith shivered at my words, a flush rising on her cheeks. "We should focus on the lesson first," she chided breathlessly, but there was no real conviction in her voice. "Then we can see about you playing with my pussy later...

It made sense then why she seemed so exhausted after a day of being in her big space, the sudden drowsiness that hit her after her swimming session. Now, it was almost six in the evening, with both of them walking by the shore. With Madie picking up whatever she could find. When she woke up earlier, Dario immediately invited her to try the mermaid tail rental for an hour, just enough from four to five so that she'll still have the heat of the sun to keep her warm while in the water. And they did. Madie felt like it was the most magical thing ever. It was a tail made from silicone and painted with different shades of color. When she entered the renting store, it felt like she stepped into a p

Maggie It was thick darkness. Only the sound of the rustling of leaves and creeping night insects could be heard. She glanced at her wrist watch, it was 9.02pm. But she stood there at the center of the large compound of St Patrick's Catholic church waiting, standing in front of her white Mercedes Benz, waiting for her meeting with the Medusa demon - the Vampire. They were two minutes late to the meeting, one she had arranged risking her very existence. The Vampire had contacted her demanding to know her status with the location of Fisheye. She had told them that she didn't have Fisheye, but she had something better - the flash drive! Hence, she set the meeting point and time.

I was taking a shower but I felt like I was being watched. These days, I had been totally captivated by and restlessly researching merpeople day and night. My fascination with this mysterious species had caused a merman to appear in my dreams a few days ago. He was majestic, young, and about three meters tall. His upper body was muscular, and his tail was iridescent black. A tail so powerful that a single movement had the strength to produce a huge, engulfing wave.

Mercedes and Crystal took the day off from all their activities to enjoy the day with the rest of the other people. Crystal was offering some of her unused dresses for Mercedes to don in the evening. She had many of them because Jake was such a big spender on her. She took out a medium puff short sleeves, low plunge neck, and medium length. It was flower-patterned and a perfect fit. Her hair was in a French braid decorated with some flowers to add to the look. She put on a simple crescent moon pendant and mid-calf gladiator sandals.

She says as she looks at me through the mirror and I blush. I’m in a royal blue off-the-shoulder long-sleeved dress. The inner dress is made of lace with a thigh-high side slit and a detachable satin outer skirt. It's a mermaid style and the bodice is half lace, half satin with the sleeved side being sheer lace. She’s styled my hair into a messy bun- a simple updo with an elegant look. My face doesn’t have much makeup but she’s put a black winged eyeliner and matte red lipstick on my lips. I do feel beautiful.

I Flying over the roof, I land on the roof near her window. The sheer curtains are open, and a light shines brightly through, which makes it easy for me to see through her window. As carefully as I can, I move closer and look inside. It takes me a moment to spot Amara. She’s strolling around the room in a really hot dress. The dress is what Nevaeh calls mermaid style. Yeah, I know way too much about girl fashion, thanks to Neveah. Amara twirls around and twists from side to side. I can see bits of skin through the nearly transparent black lace dress due to the plunging neckline that shows a little too much of her chest.

One week, and that's all it took for men to flock around her as soon as I stepped out of the picture. She was amazing that way. She was beautiful with that natural blue hair and blue eyes. The traditional folklore said mermaids could lure men to their death and I could see why. She obviously had them wrapped around her finger. I was already having a hard time competing against one mermaid boy, that now I had to compete against a harem? And what was she wearing? Was it some kind of a cropped t-shirt or something that women wore in clubs to look sexy. I noticed a second later. Holy shit! It was a bra in disguise.

Let him feel some of this frustration too. I spent the afternoon getting ready. I chose my favorite pink and white floral print midi dress. The sweetheart neckline framed my chest nicely, and the structured bodice hugged my waist before flaring out into a full A-line skirt that fell to mid-calf. Delicate tie-shoulder straps with little bows added a soft touch. I paired it with sheer high-heeled sandals that made my legs look long and elegant. I left my hair down in soft waves and added a touch of gloss to my lips.

This was gonna be the longest six hours of my life. An hour in, Blake and Meredith couldn't stop talking. It was like they'd known each other forever. I felt awkward like I was the third wheel, and I didn't like feeling that way. This was my jet. They were my guests, and I'd be damned if I was treated like I didn't exist. I wouldn't be this jealous if Meredith wasn't looking at Blake like she was a prize. The short-haired woman was dressed in a baggy short shorts and a sweater. Her long legs were waxed and shiny. She barely had any makeup on, just some lip gloss and winged eyeliner. I rubbed my lip, looking at her, wondering what Meredith saw in her.