Short Books For Adults Novels & Stories

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

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“We’re pleased to have you.” “Thank you.” I let my fingers stay in his a second longer than necessary. “I’ve been looking forward to this.” He gestured to the chair across from his desk. I sat, crossed my legs slowly, and watched his gaze drop to the stretch of thigh the skirt revealed. The air between us thickened. He cleared his throat. “Your credentials are impressive. Literature with a focus on contemporary fiction. The department is small but… hungry.” I tilted my head. “Hungry is good.”

The old castle stood high on the rocky hill where the forest met the mountains. Its stone walls were cracked and covered with thick vines. No one had lived there for hundreds of years. People in the nearby village whispered that the place held something dangerous. Something that burned hotter than any flame. Elias had heard all the stories but he still came anyway. At twenty six years old he felt stuck in his small quiet life. He worked in the village bakery during the day and spent his nights reading old books about forgotten magic. One book spoke of a fire demon who once ruled these lands. The words pulled at him until he could not stay away.

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I walked close to the shelf, reaching my hand up to grab the packet but my hand didn't reach it. "Fuck being short!" I grunted getting on my tippy toes but my hand didn't even graze the packet. I guess I will have to jump, I jumped up and this time my hand grazed the packet but it only pushed it more away from me. Just as I was about to give you and just settle for the ice cream alone, a rigid warm body pressed me into the counter. I closed my eyes as I could literally feel every hard abs of his on my back.

He said in excitement and Charles nodded in agreement beside him as he sat up. “There's this one lady at the strippers’ section. I heard she's a beast! Men literally fight to get her home with them. I want to try her tonight, she's so fucking sexy. You have to come, man, you're missing out on a lot because you're a damn workaholic,” Charles quipped, but I was uninterested as I watched them talk and talk about how much fun “they” were gonna have. Until someone knocked softly. The door pushed open to reveal Lena and she walked in with her usual innocent smile as she placed documents on my desk.

Chapter one: Under the disco light. I spotted Louis the second I walked into the gym. The prom decorations were everywhere: silver streamers hanging from the ceiling, blue and purple lights spinning slowly across the walls, a cheap disco ball throwing dots of light over everyone’s faces. The bass from the speakers thumped hard enough to rattle my ribcage. I wore a short silver dress that barely reached mid-thigh and silver heels that made my legs look longer than they really were. At four-foot-nine, I still looked tiny next to almost everyone, but Louis never made me feel small in a bad way.

Denver’s boring as hell right now. I smiled and replied: *Austin feels the same. Maybe we’ll both get delayed again sometime.* Some nights you meet a stranger and everything just clicks. No strings, just raw, sweaty relief. And damn, I needed that. (Word count: 1,920)