Short Books Novels & Stories

"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."

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Do not, I repeat, do not fixate on the informations given here] [[ The chapter with the tag 'Bonus' will be mature/smut scenes. You can skip it if you find it uncomfortable]]

Chapter 1 Vanessa’s POV. I woke up to that empty side of the bed again, sheets cold as fuck where David should’ve been. Another goddamn work trip, gone before the sun even thought about rising. The house felt too quiet and too big, like it was pressing in on me from every wall. I threw on a simple tank top that rubbed against my bare tits and soft cotton shorts that clung to my ass, no bra, nipples already stiff from the morning chill.

His shorts. She then brought it out; it was full, hard, and throbbing. She took her time to feel it against her palm; the thought of having such a long and mighty dick inside of her scared the shit out of her, but she was determined, so very much determined to finally have a taste of him. “Rosita!!!” Both of them immediately released each other, jumping up to their feet. Eugene's dick immediately went flaccid and back into its formal nature as he immediately raised his shorts back to his waist. Wondering who it was that had bumped into her house unannounced and without any notification.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

It is a short book and therefore it will not take much of your coins . I have another book "Ugly and insecure?' Signed , you can equally take a read about it. Thanks.

I forced myself to keep reading, my pulse loud enough to drown out the quiet hum of the coffee shop around me. The next line waited beneath the first, short, urgent, impossible to misread. *Whatever you do, do not trust the man you married.*

Chapter 2: Fuck Sienna's POV I left my drink on the bar and walked straight to the back hallway. My legs felt shaky. Rune stayed right behind me, so close I could feel the heat from his body on my back. I slowed down on purpose, swinging my hips more so he could watch my ass move under the short dress. I knew he was staring. That made me even wetter. His hand touched my lower back once, just to guide me past some people.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.