Paid Short Stories Novels & Stories

I questioned as the car hit the road again and she shrugged like it was no big deal. “My brother needs money for his cancer treatment. I admit, you do pay me well, but it wasn't enough for him. So I had to do this. I get paid after every night so it sustains my family for a while.” She explained and I nodded in understanding, my chest tightening at how sad she looked. “What's your average pay per night?” “I get fifty percent of whoever bids the highest. The rest goes to the club.” She muttered and I was stunned for a moment. That was plain cheating. Just fifty percent?

I'm writing something new under a new pen name: Shadow. I'm no longer under Vane Media. You've been my agent for years, fielding scripts they never knew about, and I trust you. But every dime I made went into their pockets. I'm practically at zero. I'm writing a highly commercial story to build cash fast. I'll get back to my usual style once I have enough money to survive. I need a big advance. Wire it to this new account. Details soon. - S. Sent. Blank document. Cursor blinking.

“You want your story? You come back tomorrow night after my next fight. And you bring that ass ready for me again.” I stood there naked, wrecked, cum leaking out of me, cock still twitching. I had come for a story. Instead, I had just become the underground fighter’s personal prize. And I already knew I would be back tomorrow.

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 almost fell for it again.” “I did not ask for money.” “You never say you are asking for money.” He sounded angry now. “Nora, this is low, even for you. Using the baby as an excuse.” I stood outside the hospital for a long time without moving. By the time I returned to base housing, the sky had gone dark. My phone vibrated. Adrian Hayes sent you: $100 The note read: I’m ashamed our child has a liar for a mother. Tears fell before I could stop them.

What he didn’t understand was the obsession with money. “It is sad because there are people living in those areas who might end up being displaced,” he said. “Oh. I didn’t have that in mind.” Stella answered, and Robert knew she was lying. Stella was obsessed with money. Money was like her maiden name. He stood there thinking of what to say before he was interrupted by Stella. “Since your last three articles have been a hit and increased our sales, I would like you to go to Paraiso and cover that story. Everything you need will be catered for.”

He says to me after two good minutes of laughter, "It also includes your honour. I don't need to hear the parts about balls, abs, and uh… boobs." I scratch my chin. What would become of the story if I remove those parts? "Well, I will charge higher." "How much?" Harvey gives me an expectant look. "10000 dollars per hour," I blurt out. He shrinks in his seat, watching me with disbelief. "Shouldn't I get a discount? Censored stories should be cheaper."