Short Books Novels & Stories

CONFESSING MY NEEDS TO THE HOT BARTENDER Aurora's POV I stepped into the exclusive club in my skimpy black dress that only stopped below my butt. The cleavage was not that open but the dress accentuated my curves. Making my curves even more pronounced. Red matte on my lips, minimal makeup and my wavy blond hair packed in a messy bun with a stiletto heel on my feet. I glanced around the club, looking for my man for the night but I was unimpressed.

she demanded. “No, I didn’t see them,” I replied. “Aauugghh, fine!” she stammered as she slammed her book closed and tossed it on the recliner as she got up to go in the house. I stood there for a minute not sure what to do. I looked down and saw my shorts clinging to my legs. I was wearing these volleyball shorts that also had a liner in them for swimming. They were cool except that when they got wet they stuck to my body, which was embarrassing when my dick shriveled up and showed through my shorts after I had been swimming.

Her caption read: First Saturday in Colorado and I survived! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back home in Oklahoma, Tony lay in bed in his tiny apartment, the glow of his phone cutting through the darkness. The ping of a notification jolted him. He opened F******k, and there she was—Shortcake, looking happy, surrounded by new faces. She’d only been gone four days, but seeing her like this made it feel like a lifetime. Toby hit the like button, staring at the screen for a moment longer. This is what he wanted for her, right? Happiness. Friends. A life beyond home. He set his phone aside, rolled over, and fina

are all of those boxes full of your course books? Wow! Looks like you’re really into making the most of this opportunity. But it’s great... in today’s world, it’s... huh, wait a minute... is this... this can’t be your course material. It’s... a... sex manual... um... more like a masturbation guide... holy shhh... really? Oh no, no. Don’t look so alarmed. I wasn’t really expecting this... but I don’t mind at all. In fact, I encourage it.

The purpose of such designing is to cater to players form different regions and cultural background. When we shape the game characters, how to make those characters be popular among players from different cultural backgrounds and regions? The answer is that we can choose to cater to the cultural identity of players. Cultural identity is the common understanding and recognition of people's cultural tendency. People use the same cultural symbols, inherit common cultural ideas, follow common ways of thinking and behaviors, and pursue common cultural ideals. These are the basis for cultural identity. Huntington believes that people of different nationalities often answer "who we are" with the th

MIA Running with Alex always gets me going. Three years dating, sharing an apartment in Silver Lake, and we're still stupid for each other—but we never pretended we could be satisfied with just us. We're both mid-twenties, both bi, both get off on the thrill of extra bodies. We bring people home when the spark hits, fuck them together, swap stories if it's separate. Threesomes are the best—another hard cock sliding in while Alex watches me moan, or him getting filled while I grind on his face. It's messy, loud, perfect. No guilt, just heat.

Hey everyone. I know it's been a long time since I last updated. And I'm sorry for that. School, along with other personal stuff, came up, and I just couldn't. Also, I was shocked to see I'd reached 200+ views, from 74. Thank you guys so much, both those that have stayed throughout, and those that recently started reading my book. I'll just go straight to the point. This Author's Note is just to inform y'all about a few things.

You're welcome in advance. It was just texting. No voice. No video. The method her words settled in his chest, it felt like presence. Later in the day as he was icing his knee, he picked up the book again and noticed a scribbled note in the margin. “Some stories aren’t about escape. They’re about returning as someone new.” He didn’t know if she wrote it or if the author did. But either way, it hit. He looked at the untouched tea up until it went cold.

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Hallie Shaw lived her life judging everyone with a rigid scorecard. When we were dating, she used to say that any person or event scoring below ninety points wasn't worth a second of her time. After marriage, every single thing I did was evaluated. On our wedding anniversary, I prepared a full spread of her favorite dishes. She took one bite and said, "Eighty-nine points." Then she set down her utensils and left to share a meal with Miles, who allegedly had a poor appetite. For the company's anniversary party, I tried on twenty-seven suits, only for her to glance at me and say, "Eighty-eight points. Not suitable to bring along." That very night, she walked into the celebration with Mil