Poetry Stories Novels & Stories

### Concluding Thoughts Embarking on the journey of storytelling is a thrilling adventure filled with discovery, creativity, and growth. As you navigate the labyrinth of words, remember that every word you write is a step forward, and every obstacle is an opportunity to learn. Embrace the joy of creation, revel in the magic of storytelling, and let your imagination unfurl its wings. May your stories be a testament to your unique voice, perseverance, and the boundless possibilities that await on the blank pages before you. Happy writing!

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she says before walking out. I’m not family. Nothing is going on with King and me. Sighing, I walk to the class and sit down. I stop when I see the paper, the sketch, and the poem on it. The sketch is of an eye, with the reflection of a person walking in it. I begin to read the poem. A hundred words Doesn't speak enough A thousands stories Doesn't tell enough A single look, tells so much A lifetime of stories A lifetime of pain Emotions hidden within

Larisa wrote down the last line of the poem and shut her jotter. She yearned for Aleric so bad. Her hand reached out and picked up the goblet of red, thick blood, raising it to her lips. Not that she was hungry. She just needed the blood to serve as an aphrodisiac substitute to what she was feeling, to what she wanted. Sex. A copulation of body and soul with her beloved. But that would not be today, nor tomorrow. His journey still had a few days left in it.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

Some stories weren’t meant to end. They just waited until after hours to start again.

'But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin. Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell someone a story. Make some light. Stories you read when you're the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you'll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit. When we read a story,

They are using poetry to confess their feelings through words which can help others since the others can relate on the poetries. “The bast*rd is early today,” Shia says when she saw Ethan as she went out of her room. She’s now ready to go. “Why? Don’t you want to see me?” Ethan asked her, she rolled her eyes on him that made me laugh. *** As we arrived in our university, there are students here already who’s waiting for the event to start, we walked inside the gym since this is the location. The first person I saw is Janine who’s busy looking at our booth, they started it already.

I could taste myself on his lips and it only made me kiss him even deeper as he lifted me to the counter, spreading my legs open. “Daddy is gonna fuck you now.” He whispered against my lips and I nodded in expectation as he caressed my breasts through my shirt. “But…” “But?” I whimpered in impatience and he pulled back to look at me as his cock teased my entrance. “There's no fucking condom.” He muttered and I froze before shrugging like it was nothing. “Then breed me, daddy. Get me pregnant.”

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