Short Novel In English Novels & Stories

Over the last few months she and I had become close, more as friends than as lovers, and I in my ignorance of future events had no real reason, to start with, to think that was ever going to change. It was nearly dark when we met beside the lake. She was ghostly in her gi, but it stood out strongly enough from the twilight that I would still be able to see her every move. I had come in mine as well. It wasn’t a warm evening, in fact it was a little blustery, and raindrops would occasionally fall for a minute or two. The kind of autumn evening one expects in England. Leaves rustled and a substation hummed somewhere distant, and that was all.

You are the CEO of your imagination. This book contains mature content. Some parts might be unsuitable for children below 18. There are sexual scenes which are in the nature of this genre. This book also has subtle themes of violence, and there are undertones of social issues being tackled. Read at your own risk. And please take note, this is my first book in English and English is not my first language. Expect some typos and grammatical errors along the way. The first few chapters are insanely short (around 1k words) but as you read through the next chapters, they can reach up to 2-4k words. For me, this is how I see myself improving as a writer. I am no professional and I always aim for im

Why do I feel like a piece of meat? "A man broke into the shop while I was there, and we came here so I could give my statement." They both look at Sherri in shock. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? What did Jon say?" Melinda asks. "I'm fine. I shot him in the kneecap, and Jon doesn't know yet. I'm going to call him when we sit down. If you could give us the special, I would appreciate it." Sherri says as she leads me to a small corner booth in the back. There aren't many people here, so it's quiet. Once we're seated, I move toward the center of the booth, and she does the same. We're a few inches apart, yet I can feel the heat from her body as though we're touching. Sherri pulls out her phone

Title: My Stepbrother’s Thick Cock Chapter 1 The first time I saw him shirtless, my mouth went dry. It was a hot afternoon in our small apartment downtown. My mom had just married his dad two months ago, and now we were stuck living together under one roof. His name was Alex. Tall, with smooth tanned skin and muscles that came from playing basketball every evening after work. I was nineteen, still in college, and trying hard not to stare.

Killian dropped to his knees, hoisting my leg over his shoulder to feast on my clit once more. As Sinbad's thick dick slid into my soaking, wet cunt and Killian's tongue flicked my swollen nub, I looked Jimmy dead in the eye one last time. I pressed the button, and the heavy curtains swept shut, erasing him from my view. "Happy New Year, Jimmy," I mewled before getting lost once again in the Belafonte twins' touch. THE END.

You’re here to work. Inside the lighthouse the air smelled like coffee and woodsmoke and salt. He showed her the guest room — small, clean, a narrow bed with a window facing the open water. A shelf of books above it. She noticed that. Real books. Varied. Not what she expected from a man who’d chosen this kind of solitude. He told her the basic rules. Short sentences. No wasted words. She asked questions anyway, recorder ready in her hand. “Not yet,” he said when she lifted it.

His massive 11-inch cock pressed against my entrance again. “Your pussy is so small and your ass is tiny like meat pie,” he whispered darkly, thrusting into me in one slow, brutal stroke. I gasped, back arching as he stretched my tight walls. “I feel like spanking your ass and pussy until they’re red and swollen.”

I was in no panties and still felt no shame about it because all I needed and wanted now was to get fucked, moan and scream loudly on top of my voice while saying how good, long and massive the cock is and how it’s making me feel, it’s just pure and so much addicting and hunger for cocks. When I reached the room 1408, I slowly knocked once and it was like the door opened almost immediately. The tall, handsome stranger was standing right in front of me without any shirt like he was actually shirtless and was wearing only black shorts. His muscular body looked even better in the daylight than the night I saw him or let me say than the night he came to fuck me so mercilessly. He smiled when he

He looked up from whatever mess of papers he had on his desk, his dark hair all rumpled like he'd been yanking at it in frustration, and hit me with, "Elara come in and shut the door." My throat felt like it was closing up, my pulse thumping wild as I locked that door with a click that hung in the air like a dare. I'd picked my outfit that morning knowing damn well what I was doing: this ridiculously short plaid skirt that skimmed my thighs like it was allergic to coverage, the kind that yells "trouble" without making a sound. Paired it with a blouse so sheer it might as well have been a suggestion, molding to my body like a second skin. Bra? What bra? My nipples were already standing at att

" That was before, Miss. Now Young Teenagers are the ones dominating the writing Industry. " " Oh, that's new. You can proceed. " " Alright, Miss. " " The Short Novel in summary is about Two Sixteen-year-old Teenage girls Stella and Steva. They were best friends, they were often addressed as the Writer and The painter. Due to how close they were, they were often called the inseparable Duo by their mates. Their relationship was so strong that they were always seen together and they never allowed anyone to come between them. As expected there were Lots of students who were jealous of their relationship and plotted to break them up. They managed to Succeed using one of the friend's weakest spot