Short Books Online Novels & Stories

The moms at the company post about me online, claiming the free daycare I provide for their kids is a "prison" and a vile tactic to force them to work overtime. What they don't know is that the daycare was set up with imported equipment and staffed by internationally trained professionals. It costs nearly eight thousand dollars a month per child to operate. The internet curses me out, calling me a show-off and disgusting capitalist. So I grit my teeth and send out a company-wide announcement. "To support everyone's desire to handle their own childcare, the company has decided to close the free daycare program. Effective immediately, it will be replaced with a childcare benefit. Eligible mothers will receive 200 dollars a month." As soon as the notice goes out, the moms panic. They crowd outside my office, begging me not to shut it down.

When Maya's luck started going down the drain, she had no choice but to work as a rich old lady's assistant. Her main job? To be a modern age cupid. In short, a matchmaker. But how can she do it if the most eligible bachelor in town was not willing to cooperate? She could not even focus on the job, mostly when he stares at her as if she is the only woman that exists in his world... Will Maya be successful in doing her task or be involved in the dangerous Tycoon's passionate game?

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT AND MATURED CONTENT, BDSM, AND SOME VIOLENCE. Like it hot, messy, and deliciously forbidden? You’re in the right place. This collection of short erotica serves up pulse-pounding passion, taboo cravings, and fantasies that push every boundary. This isn’t sweet romance. This is hunger - raw, reckless, and intoxicating. Between these pages, you’ll find stolen moments, dangerous liaisons, and fantasies that should probably stay hidden. But where’s the fun in that? Consider this your invitation to indulge - no judgments, just pleasure. Read at your own risk.

"Girl, you have to help me satisfy my husband. I honestly can't take it anymore." Recently, my wife couldn't handle my intensity anymore and went crying to her best friend for help. Wanting to ease the tension between us, her bestie decided to come to our house alone. She showed up in a sexy short dress that barely contained her curves. "So I hear you're pretty wild, huh? Let me see what all the fuss is about."

This collection contains highly mature content, heavy power dynamics, age gaps, and exhibitionist themes intended for mature audiences only. Some desires aren't meant to be tamed, they demand to be seen, surrendered to, and pushed to the absolute edge. This scorching collection of short stories pulls back the curtain on the ultimate worlds of the forbidden. From the breathless tension of a massive age gap to the pulse pounding thrill of being watched, every story dives headfirst into the intoxicating realms of control, exhibitionism, voyeurism, domination, submission and deep, dark heat.

Whenever I was on a video call with my online boyfriend, I carefully angled the camera, terrified he might see my shabby rental. One day, the ‘curtain’ behind him slipped, revealing an original Picasso. I said, “Nice edit. It looks like the real thing.” He angled the camera and showed my doodle next to the Picasso. “Yeah, my dad said that this one’s worth the most.” When the day came for us to finally meet in real life, I lugged two sacks of potatoes, ready to help him out. The butler, dressed in a sharp suit, opened the door. “Ma’am, Mr. Rigsby has been waiting for you to pick out an engagement ring.” My knees gave out. “Um… Are these potatoes enough to make a pot of stew?”

At the year-end company meeting, I was announcing the bonuses when a new employee suddenly raised her hand. "Over at the other company, they handed out two boxes of imported cherries at their annual party," she said, shaking her phone. "And we only get performance bonuses?" The video, maliciously edited, went viral online and hit the trending list the very next day. I had the finance department cancel all the year-end bonus transfers. "If cherries are what really count as a gesture of goodwill," I said, "then this year's year-end benefit will be cherries—fifty boxes per person." When they saw the mountain of cherries piling up before them, the employees who had once joined in mocking me panicked instantly. One by one, they cried and apologized, begging me to reconsider.

I leave my boyfriend without a word when he's at his lowest. He later makes a name for himself and forces me to marry him. Our relationship goes viral online and becomes the subject of everyone's envy. They all say he's desperately in love with me, but he later sleeps with other women in our bed. I fall from grace and become the city's biggest laughingstock. I don't cause a scene. Instead, I move into the guest bedroom and leave the master bedroom for them. He's furious as he grips my neck roughly. He bites my lips, drawing blood. "Why aren't you mad?" Because I'm sick. I don't have the time to wait for him to see the error of his ways anymore.

To raise funds for earthquake victims, I shed my business suit and put on a simple vest, choosing to live-stream while offering a designated driver service. At 3:00 am, I take on my final job for the day—and end up running into Owen Kramer, a former high school classmate. Reeking of alcohol, he tosses the money for my service onto the ground and spits on it before telling me to pick it up. "You were the top of our class, weren't you? Why have you been reduced to working as a gig driver, huh? You need money, right? Go on, then. Pick it up. That 50 is yours." Unbeknownst to him, his nasty behavior is being live-streamed online for everyone to see. Also, I just so happen to be the CEO he's been trying to cozy up to.

After buying a secondhand laptop online, I turn it on and discover that the wallpaper is a fully nude photo of my fiancé, Zane Lockhart. I am stunned. Could there be such a coincidence that Zane's old possession somehow makes its way back into my hands? Just as I am about to call Zane to ask what is going on, the seller starts calling me frantically. "I'm sorry, miss! I made a grave mistake. I accidentally ship you my boyfriend’s laptop! There are important work files on it, so please do not touch anything! "I will send the correct laptop to you right away, and I will cover the shipping." Hearing the feminine and sweet voice on the other end of the line, my heart instantly sinks to the stomach. Since when does Zane have another girlfriend besides me?