Messed Up Short Stories Novels & Stories

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BEFORE YOU READ Some debts can’t be paid with money. This story features a possessive anti-hero, kidnapping, and gun play. It blurs the lines between fear and arousal. If you enjoy dangerous men who take exactly what they want, welcome to Roman’s world. (***) Mia "Open the door, you fucking asshole! Let me out!" I screamed, pounding the solid wood until my knuckles burned. The silence on the other side was absolute, dense. Defeated by exhaustion, I stepped away from the entrance, running my fingers through my messy hair in frustration.

Chapter 1 My fingers hovered over the send button longer than they should have. The thesis chapter looked perfect; tight analysis on Victorian repression and hidden longing but exhaustion had made me careless. I’d attached the wrong document from my desktop, the one I swore no one would ever see. My private journal. The raw late-night fantasies I poured out after Professor Brandy’s lectures, when his voice still echoed in my head like smoke. I hit send anyway. It was midnight and it was too late to fix it.

And I felt that they wanted to leave already and ran as fast as they could. Embarrassment was written on their faces. But I eased those by shaking my head. I told them I wanted it as much as they did. Marhenry hesitated still, so I continued. I added that I made a hole in my underwear for them, that I expected they would pay me a visit in my bedroom which they did. Marhenry finally took what I said and brought back his face to my wetness. I swear he just ate me so fucking good that I exploded in my mouth.

All because of one mistake I didn't even do. Now, all I have left is myself. I became a bitch, a slut as most call it. A whore who sells herself for drugs to keep me sane. The Mansion I once lived now turned into a sewage-like place. Nothing but scraps on the table, waking up every day and feeling the same. Asking myself over and over, "When did my life become such a mess?". The beauty men once adored is now slowly fading.

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

Finally, he sent a text message. Eric: [Hazel, I'm sorry. Will you come back?] I did not reply. Some mistakes could not be fixed with just an apology. The pain of twenty years of neglect, the trauma of the birthday party fire, and the betrayal by my father to satisfy his illegitimate daughter's desires were memories that had deeply scarred me, impossible to erase with just an apology. I erased the text message, set my phone aside, and shifted my gaze towards the living room. Andre was sitting on the carpet, with my son on his lap, earnestly telling him a story. "Then the big bad wolf howled and fell off the bridge!"

Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories. Please feel free to reach out to me through my social media pages. On my Face book page as Maramartha. And on my Instaagram as maramarthaa. While keeping an eye out for Calum’s story: To Seduce My Stepbrother, you can check out my other completed stories; 1. Mr Reluctant Billionaire. 2. Mrs Reluctant Billionaire 3. Erotic Shades Of Passion: a short erotic anthology. (This one is just 42 chapters).

The lean one fisted my ass while the tall one fucked my pussy, the tattooed one jerking off, cumming on my stomach. “More,” I begged, and they obliged, lifting me into a standing 69, the tall one eating my cunt while I sucked him, the lean one fucking my ass, the tattooed one tit-fucking me again. The jungle echoed with our cries, cum and sweat mixing, until I collapsed, spent but craving. Chapter Three – Untamed Union

Hi, readers! This compilation will continue again. Expect many more raw, uncensored, wild, spicy and unique short stories! * Chapter 1: My Crush Noticed Me! Melissa was exhausted and she just wanted the day to end already. She closed her eyes for a moment and massaged her body. She snapped her eyes open when the elevator doors opened and her swaying boss, Marcus James, stepped inside. She froze in shock because, first of all, this was the first time she had ever been in the elevator with him, and second, he had a private lift that went straight to his penthouse.