Niffty Stories Novels & Stories

Never taking anything serious. Little Nate is the youngest at 14. He’s never been the same since our parents. He was always an inquisitive, bubbly boy but when they died, he shut us out. Rarely talks to many people and spends his days going to school then coming home and playing video games. He has started hearing his wolf though so I’m hoping that when he finally shifts it might help him open up more.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

Nafisa watched through the window as the city was rustling with noises. A particular girl caught her attention, the girl who was trying to set up the vendor for her mother was struggling with it. The girl looks moody. "What are you looking at babe" Hussain questioned as he inhaled the scent of her hair. She ducked her head away . "Out it"She whispered out. The butterflies in her stomach are disturbing, it felt like the time she is having them.

A firece gust of wind during a Gale boee 45-year-old Vittorio Louise's car into a river near Naples, Italy, in 1983. He managed to break a window, climb out and swim to shore, where a tree blew over and killed him. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

I says as a tear slips down my face. "Alex, honey. I'm going to tell you a story. Okay?" She asks and I nod. She pulls me towards her and I lay my head on her lap like a little girl would with her mother. "I had just turned 16. I was walking home from school one day and I decided to take the shortcut home.The shortcut went through the forest and my parents told me never to go in there by myself. I didn't listen though. Something told me that I just had to take that route. As I was walking along the little path, something caught my eye. There was a boy. He was swimming in the lake. I had been watching him through the trees before he caught me. Elijah was very, very handsome for a boy of his a

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

~Daisy~ The morning the story breaks feels like the floor has dropped out from under me. I’m standing in my tiny kitchen in nothing but Aragorn’s oversized black hoodie, waiting for the kettle to whistle, when my phone starts vibrating across the counter like it’s possessed. One notification. Two. Ten. Twenty. I pick it up with damp fingers and the headline slams into me. ~~PRINCE ARAGORN’S MYSTERY WOMAN REVEALED: LOCAL FLOWER SHOP OWNER DAISY HARLOW CAPTURES THE HEIR’S HEART~~

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

Send me something else or the deal is off. The reply came back almost instantly, making her phone vibrate against her palm like a warning. - If you want the deal to hold, you wear what I offer. No more questions. Be fast, I’m waiting in the garage or I go find Finn. Rissa looked at the clock. It was already 9:00pm. The house was deathly quiet, the house workers mostly retired to their quarters, and Finn had told her he wasn’t returning home tonight. She looked at the dress, then at the door, then at the photo of her and her husband by the bedside.

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.