Short Classics Novels & Stories

I smiled gently at Linda and replied, "No point in asking questions without meaning." Linda remained silent for a long time. Finally, she looked up and said to me, "Lewis, I truly loved you." I scoffed and turned away. The three words "I love you" are only beautiful when you're in love. Otherwise, they're the most useless words in the world.

Who knows what we'll run into? The End

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

“So let’s seal it.” Marcella reached him first. She didn’t walk; she flowed, a predator in her element. Her cool hands slid up his chest, her nails, elegant and sharp scraping lightly over his nipples, making him shudder. “Such heat,” she murmured, leaning in to scent the pulse hammering in his throat. “It’s been a century since I felt a fire like yours.”

"Beg for it," he growled, leaning down so his breath ghosted over my ear. "Tell me what a naughty student you are for wanting your professor to wreck this kitty." "Please, Professor... take me. I need you inside me so bad." *********** One touch is never enough. In the glittering world of forbidden nights and dangerous temptations, desire ignites without warning... and burns everything in its path. From a devout preacher's wife who hides her sinful thirst behind the pulpit, to a mysterious stranger who offers a night of sin with no names and no limits. These scorching standalone stories plunge you into raw, insatiable passion. Every encounter is electric. Every kiss, a

Scarlett's POV Flashback September 07, 2021 "Trust me when I say this club is legit—good music, vibes—it has it all. You wouldn't be thinking about anything else, especially not Oliver the moment you step into it," Vera said. “I’m so glad you’re back in town, Vera.” She had been out of town for business and I’m glad she’s back now. We stepped into the club, and bright lights spun around, giving it a playful glow to the dancing crowd. Laughter and music filled the air; let's not forget the smell of cigarettes, sweat, and alcohol too.

Momma snorted, "Can you see Patty with a dollar hanging out of her mouth." "You put one of those men in some grey sweatpants and have them dance around like that Channing Tatum fella, and my jaw won't hold anything except for me upright as it will be on the floor." Ms.Patty fanned her face as she spoke. "Ms.Patty, what do you know about grey sweatpants?" I said with a huge grin on my face. "Child, I'm old, but I'm not dead." Brodie's rich laughter escaped, and it was the best sound I had heard in a long time.