One Page Short Stories Novels & Stories

My heart began beating fast as he shuffled through the papers in his hands. “If I call your name, step up here and come and get your papers from me.” One by one, he began calling their names and they all went up to him to receive their papers. Some of them looked happy while the others looked sad and down. He continued calling names, and soon the papers in his hand was finished. My heart beat wildly. Where was my paper? Why wasn't my name called? Had I failed so woefully that my paper could not be returned due to pity and shame for me?

Why would he suddenly ask me that? I’d love to read one of your stories sometime," he murmured, his voice dropping into that dark, suggestive tone from my fantasies. He began to step back toward his apartment door. "Don't forget what I said. If you need anything at all, just come over. See you later, love.” He headed back to his apartment and I stood there like a statue, watching the way his gray sweatpants sat perfectly on his hips until his door finally clicked shut. ★★★★★ By Saturday night I had half a chapter and a problem.

I rolled my eyes hard enough it almost hurt, but my nipples were already tightening under my thin tank top as I sank down to the carpet. The position spread my knees apart, making the short skirt ride up until cool air hit the damp crotch of my panties. I could feel myself getting wet already, just from the way he looked down at me like I was something he could break whenever he wanted. “Read what exactly?” I muttered, grabbing the fresh paper he slid across the desk. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a slim leather book, opening it to a marked page before handing it down to me. “This classic passages, no attitude. Start now.”

“Tell me how long you’ve been touching yourself thinking about me, Maya. Be completely honest.” Heat flooded my cheeks. I tried to look away, but he caught my chin gently but firmly and turned my face back to his, eyes intense and unblinking. “Since I was eighteen,” I whispered, voice trembling with shame and need. “The first time I saw you coming out of the guest bathroom with just a towel low on your hips… I locked myself in my room, fingered myself raw for almost an hour, and came so hard I had to bite my pillow so Jenna wouldn’t hear me moaning your name like a slut.”

I managed, voice hoarse. Aunt Clara nodded and went back to the kitchen for snacks. The moment she was out of sight, Marcus leaned down and whispered hotly in my ear, “Good girl. Now finish that essay while my cum drips out of your pregnant pussy. We’re not done tonight.” I shivered, already feeling fresh heat building between my legs. Being secretly pregnant by my step-uncle had turned me into an addicted, dripping mess. And the risk only made me wetter. End of book 19

and opened it. My jaw dropped as I began reading the story. It was twenty-five pages, according to the little bar at the bottom of the document. But those pages were full size, so I figured it would probably be something closer to a hundred page novella. Fortunately, I was a fast reader. And once I got halfway through the first chapter, I was completely hooked. The story was about a college professor who was being seduced by a young girl in his class. By "young", I mean early twenties. My age. Which made the scene descriptions very easy for me to relate to.

Chapter 1: The text came on a Tuesday. Hey. I know this is out of nowhere. I’m in a situation with housing, long story, and I’m looking for somewhere short term. A Friend said you had a spare room. Completely understand if not. …Dara Priya read it twice.

The story had to feel genuine and I waited until I knew it was perfect and respectful enough to write. 2. I did not know how I was going to write it. I didn't know if I wanted it to be a poem, a 50 page book, a novel, or whatever. I knew I had a message I wanted to tell, but I wanted to make the story interesting as well. So I decided to turn it into a novella, because it was not too long and it was not too short. It was the perfect length for me to create my story.

Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories. Please feel free to reach out to me through my social media pages. On my Face book page as Maramartha. And on my Instaagram as maramarthaa. While keeping an eye out for Calum’s story: To Seduce My Stepbrother, you can check out my other completed stories; 1. Mr Reluctant Billionaire. 2. Mrs Reluctant Billionaire 3. Erotic Shades Of Passion: a short erotic anthology. (This one is just 42 chapters).

Hi, readers! This compilation will continue again. Expect many more raw, uncensored, wild, spicy and unique short stories! * Chapter 1: My Crush Noticed Me! Melissa was exhausted and she just wanted the day to end already. She closed her eyes for a moment and massaged her body. She snapped her eyes open when the elevator doors opened and her swaying boss, Marcus James, stepped inside. She froze in shock because, first of all, this was the first time she had ever been in the elevator with him, and second, he had a private lift that went straight to his penthouse.