Short 1000 Word Stories Novels & Stories

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

I tried to tell him as he lifted my skirt up, shifting my thong to one side. "Marcus could walk in at any..." The words died in my throat as his tip nudged at my entrance. I bit down hard on my lips, anticipating the moment he would slam into me. "Please." I begged, after seeing as he was taking his sweet time, coating his tip with my wetness. "Fuggggh!" I quickly closed my mouth as he slammed hard into me. My hand immediately gripped the edges of the counter for support, he pulled out, leaving just his tip in me before slamming right back.

Chapter 2. It was almost midnight when Sierra realised that she had only written a total of 5 SENTENCES!! And about three of them were insults. She groaned and pushed her laptop away from herself “ugh this book hates me” Malachi noticed the look of frustration on her face and teased…”what’s wrong?” with a little giggle. “Oh shut up” she groaned…again, throwing a piece of crumpled paper across the room. It missed completely. “Oh I missed by a mile” she said to him sarcastically.

“Tell me more if you want. I’m a good listener.” At first, I was a bit hesitant but once my lips parted I could stop. The words spilled out faster than ever and I told her everything. How much I hated loud noises, how Cassie promised to stay with me. Amanda listened without interrupting, her hand resting lightly on the back of my chair. Now and then she nodded or made a soft sound of understanding. Slowly my body began to relax, but not in a normal way. My nipples tightened against the fabric of my bra and I could feel the dampness between my thighs increase.

“Just allowing momentary personality leaks.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She didn’t respond. But her smile, small, real, fleeting, was all the reply he needed. Later that evening, they played a game Joy called “Quickfire Honesty.” The rules were simple: ten random questions, ten seconds to answer each. No overthinking. Just say the first thing that comes to mind. “Favorite meal?” she asked, glancing at her watch to count down. “Anything with noodles,” Juda replied without hesitation.

By the time the plane landed in Satbury, it was the middle of the night. At border control, the officer flipped through Evelyn's documents and asked her a few standard questions. "Ms. Evelyn Walsh, how long do you plan to stay in Algaria?" "I've received a job offer from a company in Satbury, and my work visa has already been processed. I expect to be here for about two years." Hearing her fluent Kaelish, the officer didn't question her further. With a quick stamp, he waved her through.

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My heart breaks when she turns toward me with tears running down her face. "I have nothing. When I say nothing, I mean nothing. I'm one paycheck away from losing my apartment. I've had my electricity turned off more times than I can count because I can't afford to pay the bill. Why would you want to help someone like me? I'm nothing compared to you." She turns away and starts sobbing. I have a feeling there's more behind this story than just me having money. I can't stand seeing her cry, so I carefully lift her off the seat and sit her across my lap. Sasha doesn't try to stop me and lays her head on my shoulder.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki