Short Drama Stories Novels & Stories

'The life lessons that we hold most dear have come from dance. Dance is storytelling and language; it is a means of expressing emotions both powerful and beautiful. Dance is art, Paint your dream and follow it. Dance with your heart, and your feet will follow.' "Nora." He called out softly and fainted, in their haste to get him inside, no one saw the small smile plastered on his face. His plans are going perfectly well. *** Casala: "A love greater than mine you say?" Lora demanded in shock as she removed her eyes from her phone.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

_______________________ Drama-drama 😝😝😝😝😝😝. Let's say to the next drama🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳. See you🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩. This story actually about cross culture.

I almost ran a red light ,I stopped,my breathing haggard,pool of sweat around my temple,my shirt was starting to stick,my dick threatened to spring out of my shorts. I was almost close to her place,the light turned green,I drove like a crazy drunk to her apartment,I parked like learned and turned off the engine,took out my keys,and slammed the door,sprinting into the house,I took off my belt and shorts in seconds,pulled off my shirt,as I ran up the stairs.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

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.

I was left standing alone in the darkness of the night like a clown that no one cared about. I made an appointment for an abortion on my phone. Then, I turned to leave. I'd spent the past 15 years trying and failing to win Benjamin's heart. If that was the case, I didn't want it anymore. It was late at night when I returned to the nearest town. I got a room at a hotel and drifted off into a restless sleep. In the wee hours of the morning, I was jolted awake by the ringing of my phone. My superior at the TV station sounded anxious yet excited. "I heard a 5.3-degree earthquake happened at the old settlement near your location. You need to head there immediately to get the latest scoop!"

He had no idea how long the man had been looking at him, but judging by the concern in his eyes, Uea knew he must have seen him crying. His lips tightened. He clenched his hands as he stared at that handsome face, unable to think for a moment. He felt embarrassed and even more ignorant of what to do. He could only stare. Sterly approached. He pulled on his tie as he tried to smile at Uea. "Do you want to go shopping? I can go with you." Clumsy. But somehow, Uea's sadness reduced slightly. "There's a drama I invested in. It should be a really popular drama and should propel you to fame. Do you want to be the male lead?"

" All right , dear . Granted. " I once read an article about a tribe that punish people by ignoring them. They'd look through you , pretending you did not exit . It normally would take long . They consider that alone is more painful than anyother punishment. Imagine no one talking to you . Passing through a hall of people and it seems you are invisible . That treatment alone would kill you. I mean , you would actually die .

At the sight of them, I felt myself suck in a sharp breath and sway forward. "Ahem—! I know you guys have been married for less than 2 weeks but please remember that you both are still in company and this is still Pakistan—!" I heard some lady help me break out of my trance but it wasn't enough to help me get a grip on my senses. Without waiting to hear the end of their castigation, Hoor slipped out of my loosened hold with an excuse me, leaving me to stare after her momentarily, until I managed to get away too.