Roald Dahl Adult Short Stories Novels & Stories

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

Mommy dearest married my step dad when I was seventeen. They were a terrible match For one, Dr. Philly is a professor at the local university and he’s a real brainiac. He dressed in cardigans and wore glasses. He spent most of his evenings with his nose buried in a thick stack of research and if it weren’t for the fact that his body demanded it, I don’t even think he’d take a break to eat or sleep…or do anything else for that matter.

He gestured toward the narrow aisle between fiction and children’s books. “Storage wasted on that back room. And don’t get me started on the courtyard out back. Prime square footage doing nothing but growing weeds.” Before she could fire back, the kids started filing in for storytime, backpacks thumping as they dropped onto the colorful rug. Elena shot him a warning look and moved to the front. She picked up *The Adventures of Benny the Bookworm*, her voice shifting into the warm, animated tone she used for the little ones.

"And we're not actually a family complication. We're just two adults who fell for each other." "An unconventional relationship." "Very unconventional," he agreed. "But some of the best things are."

I was crying, moaning, and gushing around Daddy’s cock while sucking my grandpa’s dick — all hidden under the dark movie night and my big gown. This weekend at Grandpa’s house was going to break me completely. End of Book 21

Her mind got stuck on the mention of Dabir's name. "And then Mom told Zamin to... Aunt Iman?" Madiha was halfway through her story but realized Iman was not listening. "Huh? What were you saying?" "Nothing." Madiha shook her head. It wasn't anything important. "Can you please make laddoo for me?" The sweet little balls of gram flour were Madiha's favorite, especially the ones that Iman makes. "Of course." Iman andwers as memories of past flodded in her brain.

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him 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!

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

He knew she loved presents and it always changed her moods in seconds. Martina held the chain that shined on her neck with a beautiful smile on her face. She danced to her room and sang her favorite songs. *************** “How are you doing today?” Asked Keith to his boss who was the owner of “Diamond jewelers”. “Nothing would happen to me anytime soon. Worry about yourself. How’re you Mr. Keith Jonas.” Inquired Mr. Paul. Mr. Paul was an 89-year-old gentleman who was an extremely kind person with a bitter tongue. His work made him gruff in nature. It was obvious that he had to be strict because trusting everyone when you have a business of gold and diamonds was really dumb.

’ She giggled and kissed his nose, ‘Well I’m quite sure the Brothers Grimm, never meant the Big Bad Wolf to marry Little Red Riding Hood, did they? The End