One Page Short Stories Novels & Stories

WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞 Chapter 1 My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier. I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.

Chapter 2 “Okay, here’s the idea,” I continue, my throat dry so I grab my beer for a quick sip, the cool liquid doing nothing to calm the fire starting low in my belly. “We grab a jar or a bowl, whatever’s around, and everyone writes down dares on slips of paper. Dirty ones, the stuff we’d never admit out loud normally. Then we draw one at a time, and whoever pulls it has to do it. We set a timer if needed, but the point is to let go, see where it takes us.”

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

I loved being more practical. I stared at my blank page, tapping the pen against it. I had no clue what to write about. The instructions were to write a short story of one thousand words. I didn't want it to feel forced. I looked up at Crislynn who was writing away. I let out a heavy sigh and then I looked down at my blank page again.

Asha My name is Asha, and I’m a pretty average girl. I have average-length hair, a normal-shaped head, and thank heavens my hairline is still intact despite my love for sleek ponytails. My face is nothing close to stunning beauty that would make people turn around and maybe hit a wall while looking at me. And, no, I am not ugly either. Although I am not short, I’m not too tall either. I’m part of a baseball team, so the regular practice has left me toned in the right places, but I admit I have a bit of a pouch in my lower belly that won’t go away, no matter how much I work out. So, I’m not anyone special, but more of an average girl who can blend into a crowd. I would have said I have an ave

I gratefully let it sweep me under, unsure if I’ll be able to walk out of here whole. I blink awake at the crack of dawn with my face to the ceiling, recounting the last events of my downturned life. From being snatched off the road by a raving animal, to being claimed by another. Mate. Just one word and it makes my blood boil with deep-seated rage. Reading about fantasies must have knocked me upside the head so bad. I must have been a fool to wish for a love like in those fantasy books? Twenty-four year old and I can’t distinguish lies woven into literature.

The cabin echoed with our cries, the fire crackling, as they marked me with their mouths, leaving me spent but craving. Chapter Three – Unbridled Ecstasy The firelight danced across the cabin walls, the night deepening, but the passion between us burned brighter, a wildfire consuming all restraint. My body was a canvas of their desire—bruises on my thighs, bite marks on my breasts, pussy and ass stretched from their relentless assault—yet the hunger raged. They loomed over me, the auburn one’s eyes glinting, the curvy one’s lips curved in a wicked smile.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

"The writer expresses his writing in a long-winded way. In fact, why doesn't Farhan just say it right away if he loves Risa, and vice versa. I think with a plot like this, readers will feel bored with the story revolving in the same place. Ten years isn't a short time. If not in words, Farhan can do it in deeds. If it's neither, then we can conclude that Farhan doesn't love Risa." Hearing Cassandra's answer, Ms. Viona's face immediately turned red. "Okay, then all of you please make a short story of three sheets of paper. I want to see how good you are at crafting diction and narrating with a plot of your own." "Huuu!" The entire classroom shouted. Cassandra sat back in her seat. She cast he

This is the first bookstore I have been to, the books before were for learning, not stories. "Okay, how about telling me some books you have read and if you enjoyed them?" He looks at me waiting. "Yeah, see I haven't read stories. I read books that are to help you learn but never read purely for pleasure." "Okay, I have a few suggestions, follow me." He walks through and I follow, not missing Troy's eyes on me, while he has his phone in his hand. "Here, so, these are small books. Each one has short stories in, between one thousand and ten thousand words each story. Based on a specific genre." I watch as he picks up three and holds them out.