One Page Short Stories Novels & Stories

and story is going off track and the chapters are so short. I apologize if you felt that way, but the story is on it's track and I can assure you that you'll find it all sensible at the end of the story. And I would glad and would like you to enjoy whatever is coming. As for short chapters, I did it for your own good. The long chapters demands more coins and I don't want my precious readers to have problems. Wishing you all a good health. (•‿•)

He could’ve stayed at his office for overtime. She finally asked him tonight but he didn’t bother answering her. Rolling her eyes at him and turning away, she opened an app on her phone to read. She finds reading stories is less boring than reference books. She only likes short ones, though. She doesn’t have the patience to read full-length novels. Not even a novella. She wants to finish reading a story within an hour. Melissa laid on the couch, with him in her view and her body on display for him. She smirked as a naughty plan occurred to him. Well, there were some bed scenes on the story she’s reading and they’re quite descriptive of what’s going on between the characters.

The expression on their face and the glistening fold told me they were having the time of their lives and my pussy clenched so hard I pressed my thighs together. I was dripping again, the images burning into my mind. I imagined myself in those positions, Sameal standing over me with that massive cock. I forced myself to close the drawer and leave the room, but the images stayed with me all day. By the time night came, I was aching. Unable to take it any longer I lay in bed, my legs spread wide as my fingers slid through my folds. I teased my clit slowly at first, remembering the way he stroked himself. My other hand moved to my breasts, pinching my nipples hard, imagining his hands instead.

The corners were worn, the spine cracked in a way that made it fragile, like it held too much. I’d started it the week after my sixteenth birthday—the night he had looked at me across the dinner table for just a second too long, and something inside me had shifted forever. I opened it. The pages were full. Completely full. Some entries were short. I saw him today and my heart forgot how to beat. Some were long. Three pages about his hands—how they poured vodka, the scars and veins, how I imagined those fingers inside me, how I had touched myself afterward until I cried because he would never know.

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The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the emotions that came from it were too real. As she read, a gust of wind suddenly blew across the room, and the pages flipped. She was surprised, knowing that she had already closed everything. However, before she could even bother to worry about where that wind came from, she was already drawn to a section where the pages had landed. It was about a ceremony for the werewolf prince to choose his mate. The possible mates were all invited to their palace to participate in this very important event. After the ceremony, the prince would then take over the title of King.

She was crying, pleading with a man. "I'm just an orphan. If I don't use some tricks, how would Mr. Reese ever care about me? Please, help me again. Let me make him feel guilty! Mr. Reese loves me, but because of my status, his family will never approve of me. He promised he'd marry me. I have to do something and make him feel guilty, so he'll feel sorry for me! Please, just one more time! I just need to pretend to jump off the building, and Mr. Reese will feel indebted to me for the rest of his life!" She was such a good actress.

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"Tell us more about that client email. Sounds hilarious." Jane laughs and dives in, but every word feels like a brush against that hidden tension. While she's mid-story about some absurd client demand, waving her fork for emphasis, I feel a surge of boldness under his steady glances. The memory of that staircase kiss loops in my head, fueling me. I catch his eye for the one hundredth time and then I do something I never thought I would do. Being flirty. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, and the soft give of it draws his focus like a magnet.

In slow motion, my eyes close in on what I imagine utopia would be like. The casual sounds of the house are suddenly muffled and then silenced; the only thing continuing to exist in my world is Mason. I block out the thoughts of this being a one-night stand in favor of enjoying the experience, so unlike me. I allow myself to savor what he's offering, nothing but pleasure and ecstasy. I'm embarrassingly wet, but he doesn't seem to notice, or maybe doesn't care.