Short Books For Adults Novels & Stories

My father, Hector, and Benjamin had shared the transaction slips of the money they'd transferred to Jennifer's account. I curled my lip mockingly while looking at the birds that flew past my window. It turned out everyone remembered Jennifer's birthday despite forgetting mine. My father, Frank Monroe, shared his transaction slip. He also wrote, "Happy birthday to my darling Jennifer!" Hector wrote, "I hope you'll always be happy, Jennifer!" Benjamin wrote, "No matter what happens in the future, Jennifer Robinson is the only woman I'll ever love."

The one who rooted for love even when it seemed impossible. Thank you. Thank you for walking through every emotion, every storm, and every fragile moment in these stories. Thank you for believing in characters who were imperfect, stubborn, and human. You gave them life by reading. These books were not just love stories, they were pieces of what it means to be alive. To fall. To rise. To be hurt and still choose to open your heart again. To everyone who has ever been Nina, Jasmine, Lena, Olivia or Zara, this collection is for you.

“Yeah. Just...take it easy.” “Fine. But this is kind of exciting! Just look around. All these half- naked people on the dance floor, making out at tables. Just...this is kind of turning me on” I looked around. We packed the dance floor with ladies in thongs and high heels and men in boxers and silky robes. A couple of women were making out in a booth as a pair of men watched. I locked eyes with a shirtless guy with nipple piercings that glinted under the lights. His eyes bored into mine, his erection visible in thin, white boxer briefs. His body, with its broad shoulders and taut muscles, reminded me of Nathan in healthier times. I had to look away. I clinched my thighs and threw back my gla

The wet, sloppy sounds were very loud and filthy all together at once. I was still moaning shamelessly, my hips were grinding against his face. “I can’t survive a minute without getting fucked… I love long tongues, thick fingers and massive long cocks to always find their way into my wet pussy, that’s why I came straight here after Kai left the room… I just need objects inside my pussy every fucking minutes, I love how you are doing it and how you are making me feel… I also need to be fuck like every second passing by I need something to be making me feel good of my self right in my wet pussy… I need long massive cock all the time… I’m addicted to sex and anything that goes into my pussy and

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and opened it. My jaw dropped as I began reading the story. It was twenty-five pages, according to the little bar at the bottom of the document. But those pages were full size, so I figured it would probably be something closer to a hundred page novella. Fortunately, I was a fast reader. And once I got halfway through the first chapter, I was completely hooked. The story was about a college professor who was being seduced by a young girl in his class. By "young", I mean early twenties. My age. Which made the scene descriptions very easy for me to relate to.

Amanda sat in her small apartment in Surulere after another long, boring day at the office. Twenty-four years old, with a tight athletic body from years of gym work — perky C-cup tits, a tiny waist that curved out into a fat, juicy ass that made men stare. She was tired. Tired of vanilla boyfriends who lasted five minutes and called it romance. She wanted to be used. Broken. Turned into something less than a person.

he panted, trying to get his breathing back to normal. ‎ ‎"Really? I've thought about taking your gym shorts off every morning when you walk past my house, but I could not bring myself to do or say anything" I whispered to his lips as he kissed me again. ‎ ‎"Well that makes two of us. I guess we could thank the heat wave, yeah" he added inbetween kisses. ‎