Paid Short Stories Novels & Stories

“Ma’am, the money was sent to me as payment for a work I’ve made. Seeing as they’ve only sent that amount now, I assume they’ve divided it into installments.” “What kind of work?” Theresa immediately asked. At this moment, it was hard to divide her work and her curiosity as Estela’s acquaintance. If she had checked their system, she would be able to see the name of the sender instead of questioning how the people in front of her were able to get such an amount. “I did some work for Wordsmith Literature, I believe you can check it there.” ‘Wordsmith Literature? Isn’t that the name of a publishing company?’ “Is that the publishing company you are talking about?”

Every slow circle made my hips jerk and my stomach tighten. I pushed one finger inside my tight hole, feeling my walls grip it hard, hot and dripping. “Mmm, fuck,” I moaned, pushing it deeper. More tips came in. I added a second finger, pumping them slowly, my juices coating my hand and dripping down toward my ass. The smart lights in my room suddenly dipped, turning everything soft and reddish. I figured my stepdad was messing with the house system again downstairs. Whatever. Then a new name popped up at the top of the chat: ShadowRoot. Four hundred dollars hit my balance with a loud chime.

The circle was drawn in Himalayan salt and crushed pomegranate seeds, the air thick with the scent of burnt honey and Ava's desperation. She wasn't praying; she was bargaining. Her knife, usually an extension of her will, felt heavy and dull in her hand. The critics' words echoed, derivative, lacking fire, safe, carved deeper wounds than any blade. Michelin stars felt like distant, dying embers. Inspiration had deserted her like a fickle lover. So, she turned to the unconventional section of her grandmother's grimoire, the one bound in suspiciously soft, warm leather. Incubus Minor: For Creative Ignition. Price: Nights of Service.

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)

it was going to be $300. I was only working twenty hours a week because it was during the school year, and had just paid for my books, paid mom and dad for my share of our now higher insurance, and had just given my friend Lisa $150 for the Metallica tickets she'd put on her credit card for us. I had a total of $250 in my account and had to leave something in there. I needed a hundred dollars and by tomorrow as Jenna's dad said the owner agreed to let him put it in front of other jobs as a favor, and I couldn't pick up the car without paying.

Subject: URGENT – PRIVATE PROJECT The email was short and straight to the point. We have reviewed your work. A client would like you to ghostwrite his story. Payment: $50,000 upon completion. Amara blinked. Once. Then again. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen as if the words might suddenly rearrange themselves into something more reasonable. But they didn’t. Fifty thousand dollars? Her heart began to pound, slow at first, then faster, louder—until she could feel it in her chest, in her throat, even in her fingertips resting on the edge of her laptop.

The smaller word count means less coins to purchase chapters, hopefully allowing you to read more often. Love you all ~ Miss L

Darwin was debating if he’s gonna spend his break time reading the letter from his half-brother or should he have a coffee at Starbucks. Five minutes later, he decided to do both. Sitting near the window while drinking a macchiato grande, he continued to read his brother’s letter. So, I’d like to make a proposition. You will finance me with my gambling for twelve consecutive months. Everytime I win, I will give 50% to you so that I can pay less after 12 months. If I don’t, then the money I owe to you is as is. After the twelve months, I’ll pay you gradually with all I can. If I have given you half of my winnings at that time, then the remaining debt is all I need to pay. Mark my words.

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

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