Non Linear Stories Novels & Stories

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

He still wanted to know what was wrong with Myra. “I.. I don’t know. Maybe it’s the cramps. I get them well before my period starts,” she lied. She had an irregular cycle, resulting often in missed periods. It relieved Hart that she had suspected nothing more. They had been intimate for months, yet she hadn’t found out about his infertility. She kept the fact she took emergency contraception well hidden from him.

Afterward, lying tangled together, Sienna traced patterns on his chest. "I've been thinking," she said. "About the future." "What about it?" "I want to build a research institute with you. Our own space, our own team, our own vision. Not constrained by institutional politics or funding cycles. Just us, creating exactly what we want to create." Marcus pulled her closer. "Let's do it." "Yeah?" "Yeah," he said. "Let's do it." One Year Later The Neuroplasticity Collaborative Research Institute officially opened in Baltimore, housed in a beautiful renovated warehouse that Marcus and Sienna had found together. It had multiple labs, teaching spaces, and room for the kind of long-term studies that w

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

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.

It is times like this that I am grateful I do not have any siblings. I sat on my bed and he sat on the couch. "So... Why do you leave your old school?" "Nothing serious. My mum just decided that we needed a change of environment and I am glad I agreed because It was a chance to meet great people like you and the girls." "Aww." He said in a girlish way. "That sounds so weird and funny." I chuckled. "Let's play a game. Any suggestions?" He asked. "Uhmm... Let's play two truths and a lie!"

Pondering the possibilities, I suddenly recalled the old house of Friday night. Remembering the bet that I had placed and won with my best friend, that a certain house was not haunted, I was excited to get started on a new day. Now that my night in the house was over, I began thinking about how I was going to ask Tania for a date. Heading for the shower, I pondered what I would do if she said no and turned on the water. Stepping under the warm cascading water, I compared my many fantasies about her with the intimate ghost encounters. There was no way to compare my fantasies of Tania to what I had experienced last night. I was on the road of falling deeply in love with her before we even had

He hoped. Alaim looked at the fountain; the clearness of the water was mesmerizing. He moved closer. Thought after thought danced in his head that was tight from the ideas he kept. One after the other they appeared danced around him, mocked. One of them was the strongest. He returned to his room, lifted his pen and started writing his short work. A fable novella would be great, divided into sections that would later become stories. He had that strange notion of naming the sections in his books. Technically speaking, it's not a section but a different story-arc for lesser or greater character, but none the less it's a section of the same work. Many wondered why he does it, he simply replied,

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

Stories. Not polished. Not optimized. Messy. Contradictory. Unresolved. Stories where people struggled. Where decisions hurt. Where outcomes weren’t clean. Not to inspire. To reintroduce friction. In Helsinki, Elina received one. A recording. A woman talking about choosing between staying with her family or leaving for opportunity. No resolution. No answer. Just conflict. Elina listened. And for the first time in days— She felt something shift. Not clarity. Tension. Uncomfortable.