One Page Short Stories Novels & Stories

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a

“I can see you a lot better this way. So, why can’t you sleep?” I positioned my phone on the stand near my lamp, holding myself on my side. “I hate storms like this. Always have.” Just as I said that, a crack of lightning shot blue across my window, making me squeal. “Sorry. Storms make me jumpy. I’m not used to being alone like this during one.” “I’m sure. You can talk to me for as long as you’d like. I’m just up preparing for a case.” “Oh? Well, get some rest. I won’t disturb you.”

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And remember, beneath the fiery heat of desire, there beats a heart that craves love, understanding, and connection. Thank you for joining me on this journey. I can't wait for you to experience the magic of the Spicy One-Shot Collection. With love and passion, Unusualdee Passion Pages “Passion Pages isn't just any reflection journal; it’s a powerful tool for those who wish to accept their sensuality.” — Unusualdee. After diving into this collection of short erotic stories, you absolutely need to grab the reflection journal designed to process all those swirling emotions and tantalizing thoughts that spring up while reading!

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.

I sniffled, focusing my blurry eyes on the screen of my laptop. The best way to write is to just write. Just write. I exhaled, my fingers finding the keyboard. However, I barely wrote down two letters when the bulbs overhead flickered and went off. I gasped loudly without realizing it. Shit! No! I waited, tried not to panic. Maybe it was just a short circuit or wrong wiring or something. The other neighbors would step out and fix it. Don't panic yet. But what if it was only lightouts in my house?

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By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

My elbow caught the corner of his desk harder than I meant and a small stack of books toppled over. One of them slammed into the bottom drawer popping it open a couple of inches. The drawer had not been locked properly. Inside I saw the corner of a thick leather journal. I knew I should push it closed right then but my fingers moved anyway sliding the drawer open just enough to pull the journal out. My pulse hammered in my ears as I flipped it open near the middle, my eyes scanning the handwritten lines. She is twenty shy and still so damn innocent, the kind of girl who blushes when a man looks at her tits too long.

Sperm mixed with ice cream was one of the most weird and most delicious combinations I've ever tasted in a long time. Before I could spell Jack Robinson, a being was already snoring beside me. I looked at him, admired how innocent he was, and smiled. I joined him in the bed and slept off. I couldn't fuck my brother on my first attempt; sucking his cock made him weak. He must be a virgin. I was a virgin as well. Watching p**n and reading erotic stories taught me everything I knew about sex and had failed on various occasions to initiate myself into womanhood. My last attempt was with Phillips. I had tasted only his lips, but I had stopped halfway. He was horrible. Very horrible with his finge