Science Fiction Short Story Collections Novels & Stories

My heart races from the scares. “What's the title?” That's Christopher. His voice is a jumpscare. He's back, glass in hand, nearly empty, stepping closer with intrigued eyes. “The Conjuring, the devil made me do it.” I answer and he sinks onto the couch. Not too close, but close enough I feel his warmth. His profile is mesmerizing, all sharp lines under the TV glow. “I didn't know you fancied horror,” I say, my eyes on him instead of the screen.

Because twenty minutes earlier, while Rafael was still recovering on the couch, I had opened the Concierge app and placed a new order: Second companion. Tall. Heavily built. Tattooed. Rough and nasty. High stamina. No limits. I wanted to be greedy tonight. I had barely finished my second lobster tail when the knock came. My pussy throbbed in anticipation. “Answer the door,” I told Rafael, licking butter from my fingers.

Neither of us wants to stop. Suddenly the door swings open. Our eyes widen at the same time. Shock freezes us mid-thrust. “What the fuck?!”

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Clara spent the morning pretending to work and failing. The desk in her room held a neat stack of folders Dominic had sent up with a short note. Review the contracts. Flag any dates in red. Return by noon. She did it in ninety minutes and then stared at the window as if the glass might tell her what would happen after eight. She told herself she was just curious. She knew better. Curiosity did not make your body feel light and your skin too warm. Curiosity did not make you check the hall twice to see if he was there.

I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library. Libraries were meant for smart people, brilliant people who were trying to embrace their full academic potential and become the next big person in history. Not for people who wanted the thrill of testing their ability to make out in silence and distracting the rest of the clearly sensible people. “Do you two mind? Some of us actually come here for important busin—” I stop halfway in my whispered complaint when my eyes landed on the boys huge veiny dick grabbed tightly in the brunettes fist. His hand was underneath h

Neither of us spoke for a while. We knew what just happened was crossing boundaries faster than light. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, dragging a hand down his face. A quiet, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “That…” he started, then stopped. He shook his head slightly, like he didn’t have the language for it. Like words weren’t built for whatever this was. I hugged my arms loosely around myself, suddenly aware of everything. The room. The air. Him. His presence filled the space differently now.

"Just your brother, Lo. Couldn't sleep so I thought to get some coffee." The lie made no sense. Why in the world would he want coffee from Lorena's room? In no time, Lorena groaned from the bed, and I heard her begin to stand up. Oh fuck no. I heard her footsteps get closer and closer until she was standing right behind me. "Kade?" She asked in confusion, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with her fingers. "It's barely 6am, what the hell?" "Couldn't find the sugar. Thought you kept some in here," he quickly added.

“Not tonight.” I left the leather volume on the worktable and practically fled to my bedroom. The sheets were cool when I crawled beneath them, still wearing my oversized sweater and lounge shorts. I pulled the covers up to my chin, closed my eyes, and willed myself to sleep. I’ll read more in the morning, I told myself. When the strange feeling is gone. When Stan’s angry words aren’t still ringing in my ears. Sleep came faster than expected, pulling me under like warm, scented oil.

“And it has kept lesser beings from finding what they should not. Until now. The Council felt my charm was becoming a security risk.” Vlixyra smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. “The Council pays well. And I have a certain appreciation for… order.” She plucked the book of sorrow from the shelf. The moment her skin made full contact with the cover, a wave of profound, desolate grief washed through her. She leaned into it, dissecting the sensation with a scholar’s precision before setting it gently on a cart she had summoned. “This one needs a warding sheath. Its emotional resonance is corrosive.”