One Page Short Stories Novels & Stories

I shouldn’t have come to work today. If it were up to me, I’d still be curled up in bed, lying in frustration. But here I was, slumped lazily behind my desk, forcing myself to look busy. Forcing myself to work. I flipped through a stack of assignments, from the freshmen literature class, anything to distract myself from the restless ache burning between my thighs. That was when I saw it. Noah’s paper. The instructions I had given were simple: write a short romance story of your choice. Most students had submitted predictable storylines,—sweet shy crushes, innocent first kisses. But Noah’s title stopped me cold.

I was definitely putting the cart before the horse. As soon as I dropped Charlie off at Middle School Wednesday morning I headed home. My heart was already beating a little faster thinking about lunchtime. Sandy was coming over! I'll admit I didn't get a lot done on what I was working on, although it was definitely better than that horrid manual had been. This was an anthology of short stories from an independent publishing house that I'd worked for before, with all the authors under twenty-four years old. The clock seemingly was moving at a glacial pace, but eventually my phone chimed.

I was breathing slowly and evenly, completely knocked out after the marathon of that raw rough sex with those long massive cocks I took in the night. And Kai on the other hand just lay down in the fresh bed he made him self after taken off the cum socked one, but he was still unable to find real peace this night. He tossed and turned, the images of the night replaying relentlessly in his mind, the hot raw rough sex together with all my loud moans, and the way my pussy always stretched around the stranger’s longer cock, how I had even begged and screamed while being double-penetrated, how I was praising the stranger’s long cock and still asking for more of it and how I had squeezed my own tit

My quiet neighbour was Red Fox. That was the day I became her number one fan. I threw myself into a school project, and it unexpectedly sold for billions. The money gave me freedom — I could stay anonymous, hide behind the hamster avatar and fire emojis, and support her without her knowing it was the shy nerd upstairs.

Susan threw herself at me, desperate to grab the papers out of my hand. Nevertheless, I was ready for her this time. Stepping aside, I dodged her. With a grimace, Susan hissed through clenched teeth, “Give those to me now!” Due to the commotion, the family grew curious about what those pages contained to make Susan lose her cool. Even Summer asked in confusion, “What is this all about, Mom?” Noticing her slip-up, Susan let out a dry chuckle.

I lose myself in Elena's world, in her choices, in her pain. Hours pass. Daniel brings me water, then dinner on a tray, then disappears to give me space. I write until my eyes blur and my fingers ache. Finally, at midnight, I save the document and close the laptop. Fifteen pages. Fifteen pages of truth disguised as fiction. It's a start. I head upstairs to find Daniel already in bed, reading. He sets down his book when I enter. "How much did you write?" "Fifteen pages. Chapter one and part of chapter two."

"There are a dozen reporters after your story." He set the glass down and leaned against the desk, crossing his arms. His eyes darkened, something predatory flashing in them. "Because you're different. Persistent. Beautiful. I watched you for weeks, Lena. The way you move, the fire in your eyes when you chase a lead. You intrigue me. And in my world, intrigue has consequences."

A few minutes later, he pulled away his hand, his face pale and his body badly sweating. No matter how many times he did this, he was still not used to it. A good thing was that at least, he no longer had to go through the ‘full course’. Not long after, Nathan’s eyes were only on the screen. Letters began to appear there, until the first sentence of the story was formed. The first part was then completed, then the second part, the third, until it became ten pages long. In just an hour, a short story was finished, and proofed. He only had to wait for Lucy to edit it.

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I look you over, my eyes lingering on your body, assessing. A slow smirk plays on my lips as I lean against the desk, crossing my legs. “Hello yourself. You’re here for the writing job, aren’t you? Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes. Or maybe you’re just here to waste my time.” My gaze is intense, unblinking, as if I’m already deciding your fate. ( you hand over a file containing a CV and a short story ..it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper)