Short Books Novels & Stories

"Besides, what would we write about? He and I are both entrepreneurs and we both invest in real estate, but his financial statement has a few more zeros in it than mine." "Oh cut it out," said Danny, "you've sold over 26 million copies of your books. You're well known all over the world. You've been in The New York times best seller list for five years. Five years! Only three other books have been on that long. Don't sell yourself short. You are both best-selling authors." "Yeah." He responded sheepishly. "But he still has more zeros and commas. His buildings are taller. He has a prime-time television show. We both play Golf - but he owns golf courses. What would we write about?"

I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read. "Ella, stop slouching around and get to work" my manager yells at me, there was no one in the shop while I was sitting around here. I looked up to see a woman standing next to the register, I huffed angrily and put the book away before walking over to the nice looking lady. "Hi ma'am, how may I help you?" I ask the woman, she was only about five feet tall, with brown long hair and brown eyes. "Hello, I'm here for the new werewolf story" she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs.

I experience a short reprieve as shorter brown haired man shoves him unconfidently out of the way. I’m very grateful, I must say, that this cock is quite a bit wider but far shorter at maybe only 4 inches. This little man couldn’t cover me in filth like the previous 7 inch cock, and I can’t help but beg for them to please, please destroy my body; to use me the way they would a streetwalker, a WHORE!

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The Story of Russell and Samantha: NOTE, THIS EPISODE IS TAKEN FROM 'NOT YOUR AVERAGE GEEK', A STORY BY THE SAME AUTHOR CURRENTLY LEFT ON-HOLD. ***** I woke up drenched in sweat. It's almost November, yet California weather is as always; unpredictable.

he says and tries to move but it only makes it worse. I'm just trying to get him away from me, because of the pressure he's accidentally putting on my breasts. It's starting to feel too good and I'm starting to get wet down there. “Liam” I say and push again, he looks at me with annoyance and groans. He moves slightly but it doesn't help…it only reveals something I'm sure I shouldn't have seen. His shorts have a tent that shouldn't be there. His shorts are being pushed up by it and nothing can be done to hide the size of my stepbrother's hardness.

I texted her and then got a reply telling me it was a wrong number, we shared a few messages but then she didn't reply anymore, I didn't think anything of it but now I'm kind of bored so whatever. I unlock my cell phone and type. “Are you around?” *send* “Yes, what do you want? I'm busy now” “What are you doing?” “Nothing that concerns you” He answers bluntly and surprisingly makes me laugh. “Ruda… I like them that way” “I don't care how you like them, stop writing me” “Okay. Okay, I won't bother you anymore” “Thank you” “I'm bored, I won't stop writing you.” 5min later I don't get a reply and I snort. Bored.

Above my head, the phone chirped and sang, "Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring." Mom pulled out the ice tray, took the bag of minced meat, and spread it on the floor to inspect it. I was about to burst into tears. "Beatrice, are you an idiot? You actually froze your phone in the refrigerator. It's no wonder you didn't answer when I called. What exactly is inside your head?

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

"Yes. We close at nine." The man walked toward the desk, his heavy boots echoing in the empty space. He pulled a stack of four hardcover books from inside his jacket, somehow keeping them dry. He set them on the counter with a solid thud. "Returning these. Didn't want to get hit with another fine. You guys are ruthless." Owen looked at the books. They were all westerns. Louis L'Amour. "We prefer to think of it as incentivizing punctuality." The man laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through the quiet room. "I bet you do. I'm Jax, by the way."