Pocket Stories Novels & Stories

It was 11pm at night when Nikhil Khanna drove off in his car to the hotel Grad Shine. On his way , he stopped his car and when he was parking it in the parking lot , he noticed a beautiful girl wearing a red coloured lacy short frock with her cleavage popping out .Along with it she was wearing black jacket and black coloured female boots with high heels.

Sofia Reyes killed the engine of her rented Jeep outside the dusty warehouse on the edge of the port city, notebook crammed in her back pocket, camera slung across her chest. Six months chasing this story had taken her from quiet mountain roads to flashy nightclubs to lonely beach towns. Women vanishing. No bodies. No clear pattern at first. But the deeper she dug, the clearer it got and all of them had been restless, bored, aching for something sharper than their safe little lives.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

With my cock out, she wraps her hand around the stiff member. I’m leaking so much the head is slick. “I need you, please “she breathes against my lips. “Y-yes…I…” I stutter, not wanting to mess our first time up. I reach blindly for the small pocket in my bag where I stashed a condom that I had brought, just in case I needed to jerk off and didn't want to make a mess. My hands shake as I roll it on and she watches, eyes wide and dark, legs still spread for me.

The captain greets us with a nod and disappears below, leaving us alone. Aragorn leads me to a thick white cushions on wide loungers. A low table with chilled white wine, strawberries, a bowl of ice. He pours two glasses, hands me one. “To seeing each other,” he says. I clink. “To that.” We sit side by side, legs dangling, watching the city shrink. He tells me stories about him sneaking out at sixteen to a concert in the old quarter, getting recognized anyway because some girl screamed his name during the encore. I tell him about the time I accidentally dyed an entire batch of white roses blue because I mixed up dye packets. We laugh.

Hi, I will not say much. This is an erotic story that contains a mom/aunt/son. As you know, I write about Aunt/Mom’s stories. Please support me by reading my other stories, too. Also, you can support me on my P*****n: p*****n.com/laxu00 Story starts

Tonight the blur became a smudge. Jordan was sprawled on Lena’s bed in bike shorts and an oversized hoodie, legs kicked up against the wall, scrolling through Anki cards on her phone. Lena sat cross-legged on the floor, back against the bed frame, pretending to reread the same paragraph about action potentials for the fifteenth time. “You’re not even turning pages,” Jordan said without looking up. Lena sighed, closed the textbook. “My brain is soup.” Jordan snorted. “Same. Want to take a break? We’ve been at this for four hours.”

I grabbed the handle and pulled myself up, throwing my bag down on the floor between my feet. The cab hit me with the smell of diesel fuel mixed with stale coffee, but it beat the dust and heat outside. "Anywhere but this place. My name's Katherine. Thanks for pulling over." He gave a quick nod and shifted the gears, easing the truck back onto the road with a rumble. "I’m Parker. Are you out here all by yourself? Hitchhiking like that is no joke for someone like you, especially on a road this empty." I shrugged and turned my head to stare out the window, watching the trees blur into green streaks as we picked up speed.

He and Erick went to have a coffee and Erick said to him: "If you put the cameras, how did you do it? -If you put the cameras like I told you. -Yes, I put them everywhere in the apartment there are cameras. -Well, all we have to do is wait for the baby to be born. -Yes, if I'm sure that baby belongs to that Paco, that lady from the neighborhood said, I'm going to go to the apartment and talk to Gabi, here I have the card where I'm going to deposit money every two weeks. When he arrived at the apartment, Gabi was already there, and she received him in her underwear, so he told her:

“I can just send the pictures directly to your DM.” I yanked his phone from him for the second time today. “Posted,” I said to him. “Naughty girl." he bopped my nose with his fingers. “Well, you can't do without this naughty girl.” I laughed. “I am very happy that we are back together as friends.” “I am happy too. Let us gist. I am bored." “Gossiper!” “It is not gossip. it is gisting. They are two different things.” I hissed. He laughed. God! He looks very handsome when he laughs. I took a moment to register how he looks when laughing in my mind.