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Which means. Her huge eyes went on Ammar to confirm, Ammar, who was already looking at her, nods his head then rolled his eyes at his friends. Telling her he wasn't planning to break the good news like that. A huge smile made its way on Subh-Dil's face as she looked at Rida, thanking her. "Let's have some sweet on this occasion." Nitin seems to be the only sensible person, as he opened the sweet box, which he bought for them.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

Hi, I will not say much. This is an erotic story that contains a mom/aunt/son. As you know, I write about Aunt/Mom’s stories. Please support me by reading my other stories, too. Also, you can support me on my P*****n: p*****n.com/laxu00 Story starts

It was 11pm at night when Nikhil Khanna drove off in his car to the hotel Grad Shine. On his way , he stopped his car and when he was parking it in the parking lot , he noticed a beautiful girl wearing a red coloured lacy short frock with her cleavage popping out .Along with it she was wearing black jacket and black coloured female boots with high heels.

Twenty-seven replies within forty-eight hours. I chose five. I scheduled them all for the same day. The morning arrived cold and grey. Rain tapped against the tall windows like impatient fingers. I had the place prepared. Fresh sheets on the daybed. Bottled water. Towels. Robes folded neatly. The contract stack waited on the marble island. Five copies. All identical. All explicit. I dressed simply. Black linen shirt. Sleeves rolled to the elbows. Black trousers. Bare feet. I wanted nothing between us but skin and truth.

“I have a book I think you might enjoy." "What is it about?" I asked him curiously. "Most servants can't read. I usually read for them." "It's a book of short stories. Most are fairy tales- Half-fish people want to be full people. A princess trying to beat her pre-destined fate. Children who are abandoned in the woods try to find their way home. There are several stories within the book." "Sounds interesting," I replied, watching Bart rejoin us. I got up quickly to help him with the trays.

Your words will actually make this Diwali a happy one (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) Most of my readers are non Indians and if you want to know more about Indian festivals, wedding rituals, etc, you can read my other dark romance story - 'Caged in the Dark Embrace of my Saviour.' available on G00d Novel. It has an Indian setting. ~~ I have good news to share with you all, the story 'Auctioned to my Brother's Best Friend' has been selected for a short film and soon it will be launched on Good Shorts and Dramabox 🥳 ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a

III The night was dark, darker than any other night before. Iltiras walked down the lonely path, the darkness didn’t bother him. He was more than curious what will happen on this path in the middle of the night. Stories were told about power-eating demons and faeries that attack travelers around midnight. He wanted to see them for himself, or as he liked to say with eyes unclouded. No one really dared to walk the path alone; no one wanted to because of the trees and their long, dreadful shadows, which fell on them, that looked like men with bony fingers that ended with talons. The leaves in their bases were bloody red in color. His leg stepped on one of the piles that were in his way, he exp