Short Books Novels & Stories

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.

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.

Rene’s POV I didn’t wait long before i had another company the next day with the simple text on my phone that said “I am coming to take care of you” take a bath and relax. It felt like It was something that was done in turns now. I watched as Remy moved about the kitchen. His slacks were fitted and tailored within an inch of their life. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. He was well over six feet, with curly black hair that he managed to barely tame.

Thank you. Second: This is Planned to be a short book. Atleast for now. Do tell me if you're liking it so far or not? ritika. ♥

His body, which I knew from the look of it was hard, was perfectly defined in his white sando. When the bell rang, I groaned in frustration. That was already two hours? That wasn’t enough! I want to watch him more in this state, fantasize how rough he is on bed, and how good he is a fucker. I could say that that was the shortest two hours of my life. “Hello, Lila! Finally you answered your phone. I’ve been calling you for almost an hour now.” Mira, the landlady of the dorm I was bedspacing at, loudly said in my phone.

Shaun kicks Lester in the side. "Okay, but I want answers as soon as we find clothes." Jon and Shaun look around and finally find some in a storage room. I'm assuming they dressed people up before the bidding because the clothes are a pair of extremely short jean shorts and a tight crop top. I'll be lucky if my breasts don't pop out of that thing. Shaun has Skye go into the storage area and shut the door. Skye was right; I felt no pain when shifting back to human. I quickly get dressed and walk out. Jon looks at me with wide eyes.

The Book Club: Where Your Desires Come Alive. Corny as hell, but desperate times, right? The girl at the front desk asked if I wanted the VIP experience. I nodded without a second thought, eager to drown out the sting of rejection with something new. Maybe there’d be wine and sappy romance novels. Maybe I’d leave laughing at how ridiculous it all was. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

I love books, and seeing this one lying on the floor hurts my heart. Looking around, I pick up the book and tuck it underneath my hoodie, the glowing stops immediately. It doesn’t take long for me to get home, and when I do, I pull the book out of my hoodie. “You poor thing.” I mutter as my fingers tremble on the yellowed pages of the book. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Skyler, the girl who stutters through small talk, who hides behind oversized hoodies and thick glasses because words always tangle in my throat when real people are around.

Both Subh-Dil and Barkha were engrossed in their talks that they didn't realize when the night melted and morning spreads to the sky. ••• "Stay here for one more day." After breakfast, when Subh-Dil and Ammar got ready to leave, Barkha whined on the door. "We will come to meet you again." That's all Subh-Dil manages to say. She also wanted to spend more days with her best friend, but she knows, one more day or week won't be enough for both of them. No matter how much time they would spend together, they will always feel upset when leaving each other.

His hand slid down to my thigh, then beneath the hem of my shorts. I gasped. “Little tease,” he muttered. “Walking around my house like you’re begging for it.” “I am,” I breathed. That was all it took. He shoved my shorts down to my knees and spread my legs. His fingers found my slick folds and cursed under his breath. “No panties,” he growled. I smiled. He pushed two fingers into me, no hesitation. My back arched, and I let out a moan I couldn’t hold back. “You came here planning this.”