Short Criminal Stories Novels & Stories

“I believe in you but what’s important is do you believe in yourself?” “I do.” “That’s what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone’s opinions don’t matter.” “Do you think so?” “I know so.” “I have written a lot of short stories which i haven’t shown to anyone.” “Really?” “Yes.” “I would love to read them.” “I’m excited about the new story i thought of.” “What is it about?” “It’s about the most notorious crime family in Zambia.” “That sounds interesting.” “I don’t know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger,” Ludo smiled.

Clara had been told only a little about what to expect. A friend told her about it over too many drinks. She said it was a secret party where women didn’t just dance, they were used. A limo would pick her up, no questions were being asked. Inside, there would be men she wouldn’t know, men who wouldn’t tell her their names. The rule was simple no names, no strings. Just to obey them. Her friend had laughed when she first explained it, but the heat in her eyes said it wasn’t a joke. It’s dangerous, it’s dirty, but it’s the best night you’ll ever have. If you can handle it.

Most of them were old, had a pregnant belly and were so short. The other sisters quickly scattered in the courtyard when they noticed him but stayed where I was staring at this wonderful specimen. God’s wonderful creation. I wasn't afraid of him. Why would I? When he told me stories from the outside world. About lights that never flicker off, cars that roar like lions, and women who wear revealing clothes to show off their breasts and ass. He always laughs at my curiosity when I ask him questions. “What does the beach smell like? “Do people really kiss on the street? “Do women outside have my body shape?”

Especially Jake and Tyler. They were the closest to my brother. They were also the ones who gave me wet dreams. I noticed the way their gazes lingered on my legs whenever I wore shorts, the way they intentionally brushed past me whenever we passed each other in the kitchen. The tension was electric and I didn't know what to do with all that without seeming desperate. So like the normal person I was, I found solace in watching p**n. It was my guilty pleasure that no one knew about. And I didn't intend to let anyone know that I got myself off by watching other people getting fucked.

His attempt to reach the sword with the other hand was ruined by a hole between his ribs. Honestly, I expected more from this one. And there is no time to fool around, so- Losing my interest in this boring game I knocked him down with a kick of my leg, and rising his own sword, decapitated him, making the thick blood spill, mixing with the red one of the human, whose life he stole not so long ago. My long ears caught the sound of the approaching guards, police. When they arrive, before their eyes will lay a human body and nothing more. The red cap soon turning into dust in the foreign realm.

I lay there, wrecked and trembling, the leather collar tight around my throat. Thirty days suddenly felt both terrifying… and far too short.

***Warning: The following stories are 18+ and contain content that may offend, disturb, and trigger some readers. These include physical, mental, and emotional abuse, as well as physical and sexual violence, and drug references. Read at your own risk... Isadora was a second-year student, and Miles was her professor. His love for her was forbidden and bordered on obsession. She felt trapped with no one to turn to. Until the substitute Professor Rhett enters... CHAPTER ONE - THE BEGINNING

They were shaking again. In a few hours, I would not be just a face in a crowd. I would be a foot away from the man who had been making my pussy ache in my dreams, trapped in a closed room where the only thing between us was a stack of paper and the truth I was too terrified to tell. The collision was coming, and I was nowhere near ready.

"Don't stop, Kill! I'm gonna cum! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" A crowd quickly gathered in the courtyard, their backs to us, unaware of the filth happening above their heads. But Jimmy was seeing it all. He saw every inch of the twins' cocks disappearing into my body. The people began the countdown. "10... 9... 8... 7... 6..." "Take it, you little whore," Killian hissed, his jaw tight. "5... 4... 3... 2...” “I’m close,” Sinbad roared.

I tried to tell him as he lifted my skirt up, shifting my thong to one side. "Marcus could walk in at any..." The words died in my throat as his tip nudged at my entrance. I bit down hard on my lips, anticipating the moment he would slam into me. "Please." I begged, after seeing as he was taking his sweet time, coating his tip with my wetness. "Fuggggh!" I quickly closed my mouth as he slammed hard into me. My hand immediately gripped the edges of the counter for support, he pulled out, leaving just his tip in me before slamming right back.